<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766</id><updated>2026-10-21T19:18:54.357-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CRÔNICAS E LETRAS Du Regent</title><subtitle type='html'>Os mais diversos textos contidos nesta obra são de minha autoria, porém algumas colaborações serão publicadas e o autor será devidamente creditado. Não é minha intenção infringir direitos autorais quanto às imagens aqui postadas, ou mesmo ofender nenhuma pessoa ou qualquer grupo que seja, caso tenha ocorrido por favor entre em contato postando um comentário com e-mail e eles serão retirados, ou os créditos incluídos, imediatamente.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-4707366137048030433</id><published>2018-02-22T00:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2020-07-27T19:06:03.142-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ALÉM DAS PALAVRAS</title><summary type="text">
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 





&amp;nbsp;&quot;Palavras são palavras nada mais do que
palavras!&quot;&amp;nbsp; Você crê que seja verdade? Pois eu também não!


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; As palavras são a forma que temos para
expressar os pensamentos, para transmiti-los uns aos outros. As palavras
transformam e criam novas situações, influenciam aqueles </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/4707366137048030433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2018/02/alem-das-palavras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/4707366137048030433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/4707366137048030433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2018/02/alem-das-palavras.html' title='ALÉM DAS PALAVRAS'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXHyto3he-AtEon5cnBsleo4b1eTg400POQapJLgj4idBY-OW8fShyphenhyphenyLAbKpICHFc1-DEH68PNq-2yrPV9AZQSkPr3LCKBbCO-F2VKUjesvtPVEJj66_oQZnM1n5Ot3iO41PnRdGt2EF0/s72-c/palavras1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-2383990496095914450</id><published>2018-02-21T19:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2018-02-21T19:17:17.701-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ORGULHO VERDE AMARELO</title><summary type="text">


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; O Brasil passa neste momento por grandes mudanças, mesmo que olhemos para este mar de lama noticiado pelos meios de comunicação e fiquemos pasmados com tudo isso, algo existe de positivo. Pela primeira vez assistimos a poderosos corruptos que agem nas sombras, intocáveis pela justiça, serem investigados e presos. Por mais </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/2383990496095914450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2018/02/orgulho-verde-amarelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/2383990496095914450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/2383990496095914450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2018/02/orgulho-verde-amarelo.html' title='ORGULHO VERDE AMARELO'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP60HzebEWhfMlk2OpyzGX8uRTi23OrG3COvmgrSHMwpHkbFDljQEtk4UmmQ5VKAtaen-UD8ygiqf7OSZmL1LRdIjVcaet0UKhDCGPmYONx4-4fOVz6fL6s1hKB8TjvWmIsv4pL5YY1Wo/s72-c/VerdeAmarelo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-588186410937263293</id><published>2015-02-28T20:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2015-03-01T15:59:26.699-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AVENTUREIRO DO DIA A DIA</title><summary type="text">







&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Levantei cedo,
como sempre, acabou o carnaval, o horário de verão e finalmente o ano novo vai
começar. Tomei um banho rápido e frio focado na economia de água e energia,
afinal não podemos mais esbanjar como antigamente, quem tem medo do escuro que
acenda uma vela! Meu carro que era meu meio de transporte para o trabalho
transformou-se num caro </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/588186410937263293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2015/02/aventureiro-do-dia-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/588186410937263293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/588186410937263293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2015/02/aventureiro-do-dia-dia.html' title='AVENTUREIRO DO DIA A DIA'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirFo_1geS78qC_l-dXds9ycfqvmMLFCVxe8ha17IuzF_ixH3W2qu5brIt_rZTUh5dB-scB1wEVVpK4roAPt3lSuf2hMuptTQbvH6ZHH9liU3bMliQdxlgzV3LGeGQNJBVwmdDus-CelfE/s72-c/lotado.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-5791850396772699129</id><published>2015-02-08T10:21:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2015-02-08T10:58:36.390-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A LIÇÃO DAS VERRUGAS</title><summary type="text">






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Grandes árvores se enfileiram
pela orla da estrada, tão altas que mal pode-se ver as suas copas. A distância
entre a casa de Misael e a escola é bem grande, todos os dias ele caminha
algumas horas por este trajeto, levando consigo sua mochila com o material
escolar e um pequeno lanche preparado com muito carinho pela sua mãe, também</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/5791850396772699129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2015/02/a-licao-das-verrugas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/5791850396772699129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/5791850396772699129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2015/02/a-licao-das-verrugas.html' title='A LIÇÃO DAS VERRUGAS'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHNqQ9o7_NzH2CUU-UAuWqU6QFe4uoTJUfQJb4mz_c2UA3e8piBidvhZZ8Y8JQ7rkNklMfiUugXJkzMKJUszeDhfoX6815iukKIBwoJWuEExLanfuUo7MLAynmCBKvuUBC-YoIiyOe3y4/s72-c/estrada.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-1728995578991370596</id><published>2013-05-30T06:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2014-02-17T11:44:59.718-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIGO É PRA TODAS AS HORAS</title><summary type="text">
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JESUS, O ÚLTIMO SALVA-VIDAS!

&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Imagine-se no meio de um grande lago, onde as margens estão há alguns quilômetros de distância. Você está num pequeno barco à velas, mas também tem um pequeno motor, remos e um rádio para contato de emergência. E lá está você, velejando, tudo está </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/1728995578991370596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2013/05/amigo-e-pra-todas-as-horas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/1728995578991370596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/1728995578991370596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2013/05/amigo-e-pra-todas-as-horas.html' title='AMIGO É PRA TODAS AS HORAS'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk2lq77ZR4YO5UVwfu3x4qZA3wIpbgMuL_BEzbbeZW7U-cbPryO4ZyO8C8MXhJagPkjwWRIAnBl2sXvw9wGwPp0XbCUKfsToCEfjqFgj3RLFfIiNw4Ymu57ZA3odhwh0E3T_ovxcbZ-sU/s72-c/JESUS+SALVA-VIDAS.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-7765674131420336373</id><published>2013-04-25T05:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2013-04-25T06:08:14.527-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SIM, EU SOU FELIZ!</title><summary type="text">

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Sou feliz porque tenho
todo tempo que preciso.

Sim, eu tenho tempo...

Tem pessoas que já
estão atrasadas até quando vão dormir.

E dormem com pressa de
acordar...

E não dormem...

E vivem dizendo que não
tem tempo.

E quanto mais dizem que
não tem tempo,

menos tempo lhes sobra,

porque as suas palavras
são soberanas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/7765674131420336373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2013/04/sim-eu-sou-feliz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/7765674131420336373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/7765674131420336373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2013/04/sim-eu-sou-feliz.html' title='SIM, EU SOU FELIZ!'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGmRteypwrwJA4nWlRi04_arQcHhQq6f8I32JcsJt2wctuuEPx5MGI_Ia34LoucjI9HPDay4UtC6ZKX_lSnq5rGGF9QhybFj2EEdiEpEh2-lIoZD3OD7JfvsLRblYRJUq2HeRElFY4j4U/s72-c/tempo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-6769607741836280926</id><published>2013-04-13T04:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2013-04-13T04:15:37.564-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É A VIDA</title><summary type="text">


 
 
 
 
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Cuide bem de seus pais
na velhice;

 Seja grato por todo
amor que lhe deram;

 Um dia, será um pai
velho;

 E seus filhos serão
quem você é hoje.




 Faz do lar o seu
castelo;

 Da sua esposa a
rainha;

 Dos seus filhos
verdadeiros príncipes;

 Mas não haja como um
Rei;

 Seja simplesmente
marido e pai amoroso.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/6769607741836280926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2013/04/e-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/6769607741836280926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/6769607741836280926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2013/04/e-vida.html' title='É A VIDA'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJUVYXo-JY7uevjoUaANZB4qiYbxMb99sQ6-x3SD05yKW1zUms9tmXi4loy79up8qdFiYWtioRGtuvxvLpMzjyQPqF5my95XXMNp0k_WNzpXAvr5cYEcY6ANU9BBdP6jCsxXH2Rkr5_88/s72-c/EH-A-VIDA.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-8189238182080576399</id><published>2012-12-06T04:18:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2013-11-22T03:09:39.483-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O BECO DAS ACÁCIAS</title><summary type="text">


Resgate da dignidade


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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O Beco
das Acácias fica no centro da cidade, e todo dia suas lojas abrem
pontualmente às 08h00min, é um comércio bem variado e conservador,
porém naquela manhã algo de novo mudaria aquela rotina, havia um
cão amarelo, sujo e com algumas pequenas feridas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/8189238182080576399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2012/12/o-beco-das-acacias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/8189238182080576399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/8189238182080576399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2012/12/o-beco-das-acacias.html' title='O BECO DAS ACÁCIAS'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge5_A-7dQTr9B1PAFMTjgU5BBH03egne8qw-bXuJPnFWMY1A3pjO4xXg8bXB9RgCtcfoVmWDtZtJ2sxcpietH4ZbqzscgWw7yuJdbAil6OaDCv5bmIXpD_pfld9kv3uGb9t1VbQWV_upY/s72-c/resgate.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-4900787729738572283</id><published>2012-10-06T18:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2013-11-22T03:09:55.858-02:00</updated><title type='text'>EU RECONHEÇO A TUA VOZ</title><summary type="text">



- Quem és tu?

- Ainda não sei, mas reconheço a Tua Voz, e é por Ela que me divido, que me quadriplico, que me multiplico. Eu reconheço a Tua Voz!



- Quem és tu?

- Sou só sonhos e imaginação, já me sinto e me toco, vejo que estou em constante multiplicação, sei que estou em evolução e reconheço a Tua Voz. É por Ela que me construo e me reconstruo.



- Quem és tu?



- Sou pequenino e sou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/4900787729738572283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2012/10/eu-reconheco-as-tua-voz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/4900787729738572283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/4900787729738572283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2012/10/eu-reconheco-as-tua-voz.html' title='EU RECONHEÇO A TUA VOZ'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjffJ_n4Llce6T0hU-HuLiejZy01wkdkVjDSM8r_etKVR4hjvsi36pVo4obJgqLaMokVlKZn_0GPwqfpimzyuBnLx8E2nb27BGM5YjoV-QdfIVjyFTmZIT4nJNXJ6nqNl_ZfQ9rG956shc/s72-c/embriao.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-3119261527159531504</id><published>2012-09-20T13:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2013-11-22T03:10:12.766-02:00</updated><title type='text'>DE ONDE VINDES?</title><summary type="text">

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parece líquido, flui como água, escorre por nossas mãos, entre os
dedos e não há como segurá-lo, não há como pará-lo, e quando
percebemos ele se foi. Tudo passa nessa vida, a nossa própria vida
passa, e quanto mais velhos ficamos mais</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/1527699945216661647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2012/09/perseveranca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/1527699945216661647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/1527699945216661647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2012/09/perseveranca.html' title='PERSEVERANÇA'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzzo5l7XODBsZexidWJBDI5AWBF4JKNUJWQ4BNunkO-OJDD3G4RpP8y31hEnJbdmwaFgOM5VXWUBNxlqjb3uIHor-qdx8466X7xy5ygHpk4oAsebgX7jB8FOhr1hbYHogM4ZobLIg7vtQ/s72-c/ampulheta.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-152627832145119339</id><published>2012-07-20T07:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2013-11-22T03:12:38.286-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A VAIDADE</title><summary type="text">


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Um menino e seu avô conversando...


- Vovô, o senhor é vaidoso?

O Homem ficou surpreso com a pergunta do menino, afinal tem apenas nove anos.

- E por que me pergunta isso? Disse o avô.

- É que eu ouvi o senhor conversando com aquele seu amigo, que o senhor chama de Irmão. Lembro que falavam sobre vaidade e diziam como era ruim. Afinal, o que é vaidade </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/152627832145119339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2012/07/a-vaidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/152627832145119339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/152627832145119339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2012/07/a-vaidade.html' title='A VAIDADE'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDiG61lbPztz8JvgC4OrhXzK2M8wd0MGSV_F2Nn7WgYhKl03hLPImLHREOpFUYlGdZgGwTXBYbRTS6L8cjIot_lczi9U4XvQR2xAUtp_EkIAtptm6kGQjTRFrDYLD10Tx2UfgYsN6_q14/s72-c/vaidade.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-4273294869970871830</id><published>2012-07-12T09:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2013-11-22T03:13:05.514-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O ESPANTALHO</title><summary type="text">




&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A lua cheia deixa derramar o seu luar sobre o terreno coberto com a plantação de milho, enchendo de luz cada espiga, fazendo-as semelhantes a pequenas luminárias acesas, pequenos candeeiros de pé, dourados e reluzentes, transformando aquela grande propriedade agrícola, num enorme e deslumbrante quadro de luzes prateadas e douradas. No </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/4273294869970871830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2012/07/o-espantalho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/4273294869970871830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/4273294869970871830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2012/07/o-espantalho.html' title='O ESPANTALHO'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwpu1GhLHxoW1cwiomMj7s4VRfWrWBFex7qrq1kGmEN0HKIj5Kf9YkseNInbEDUJ-GnA2BA2BjzWpZy6R3MQGa20urzmscivcaFO_uCSfbNTGXCgsXIo4ZCIcmQwjQ0ExenNB-OSA_IUM/s72-c/O_ESPANTALHO.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-8794126033395658006</id><published>2012-07-07T11:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2013-11-22T03:13:35.073-02:00</updated><title type='text'>DIVINA</title><summary type="text">
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Havia um homem, que mendigava pela cidade, pedindo esmolas a todos que passavam. Sem rumo certo, ia daqui pra ali e de lá pra cá, não tinha um lar, e mal se alimentava, pois era um “invisível”, ninguém lhe dava atenção, ninguém se interessava por ele. Costumava pegar restos de comida</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/8794126033395658006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2012/07/divina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/8794126033395658006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/8794126033395658006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2012/07/divina.html' title='DIVINA'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYTamz48bmZktgdEgaldOOZWk7rUl24ZX-jAso-3O2C-3E7I_zQIQfWvf2D-lcg4AARQM-2fTqUaO2R_a_xUh4-NJUcoGbTwf8AEHBXHa95tEfB8Dehh0Y-gB4Fiwot6CJD9JZ6BBVxto/s72-c/DIVINA.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-8390087230065441189</id><published>2012-05-12T05:44:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2013-11-22T03:13:52.058-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O GATO E O RATO</title><summary type="text">

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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O gato leva uma vida de rei, adorado que é pela família de humanos, que o trouxeram pequenino ainda para aquela casa. É bem alimentado, tem sua caminha quentinha, ração das melhores, leitinho quente a noite, volta-e-meia sobe no colo da menina que</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/8390087230065441189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2012/05/o-gato-e-o-rato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/8390087230065441189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/8390087230065441189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2012/05/o-gato-e-o-rato.html' title='O GATO E O RATO'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz8llsSdCueL73imrGUQ6xd9tmpAeVx0zFm1yhGUr6d1vQhvbCaWdlcsT42rYY55oyUyHSzqh4-4mxBedeHLqCitRh2Ux72Gs407FrRylnMcO2NVWJux79h6ncdVGBg-Yhrpm9rGskyTc/s72-c/gato_e_o_rato.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-1606501439963629644</id><published>2012-05-01T22:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2013-11-22T03:14:08.790-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMPLESMENTE... JOSÉ.</title><summary type="text">



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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quando ouvimos o nome José, o primeiro personagem que nos vem à mente é São José ou simplesmente... José, personagem bíblico do novo testamento, marido da mãe de Jesus Cristo. Muitos “Josés” célebres, ilustres, existiram, e que fizeram este nome simples muito conhecido, como por </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/1606501439963629644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2012/05/simplesmente-jose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/1606501439963629644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/1606501439963629644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2012/05/simplesmente-jose.html' title='SIMPLESMENTE... JOSÉ.'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1mAKd26CoJTXK0ea5j7hzXfq_7oOx_e1kocjyW-TBWQvcD4JQbEEwP54Wqe-bVDUX6QFfxoqwXTaNcdsyBE1sgel9XxAfbJlri4cDXHBQppu1JsuLzDAvPIu0Ez1m4o3PuiVAVcN4nFs/s72-c/gentileza.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-5171901086972437023</id><published>2012-02-16T06:10:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2013-11-22T03:14:25.376-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A FÁBULA DA RAPOSA</title><summary type="text">




&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  A reunião começou, como sempre, pontualmente às 20:00h. O Bode
Josué,  atual  presidente, pede ao Cão Pastor que guarda a entrada,
que observe se não há perigo de que algum humano esteja observando.
O Cão Pastor ladra e dá o sinal de positivo quanto a estarem
seguros. O Bode Josué então dá prosseguimento à reunião,
declarando aos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/5171901086972437023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2012/02/fabula-da-raposa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/5171901086972437023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/5171901086972437023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2012/02/fabula-da-raposa.html' title='A FÁBULA DA RAPOSA'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMYqJrlhF8Kr_1U1Gwd2Qt-FJ_nEa1VKu0TnxIvQKDML_7nUFkH4u2sSXoHV0c7yXHeYk3th0UTyXBXXqrPhsxPkwFPS6mrbXaTkTk342dPxBxSBk181IRroKm2iqqF4UJTdlQoVfbqn4/s72-c/raposa.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-2004436079795672791</id><published>2012-01-04T11:05:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2013-11-22T03:15:53.041-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O FILHO DA VIÚVA</title><summary type="text">




&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O Sr. Abiel é dono de uma grande banca de frutas na praça da cidade e todos os dias é visitado pelo mendigo Jacob, que vem lhe pedir uma fruta e umas moedas cunhadas. Abiel, homem religioso, nunca negou o pedido do Jacob, mesmo sabendo que ele usava as moedas para comprar algumas doses de&amp;nbsp;bebida alcoólica&amp;nbsp;e dormir na calçada, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/2004436079795672791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-filho-da-viuva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/2004436079795672791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/2004436079795672791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-filho-da-viuva.html' title='O FILHO DA VIÚVA'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8wXaJJG95I6D4R0L1Ap5at7NZ5dUTLP5uib1-qXQMV_b1iBvVwPhsaj72EdOGc_2JMDByebvUlLA9OCksNRLsiRCmM4NgbbLC28D874GSqrPYCDbixdjPiYjVzlSfqrttPawtE-u8KpU/s72-c/ISIS.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-2501598412059318710</id><published>2012-01-03T05:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2013-11-22T03:16:29.414-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ CICLO NOVO</title><summary type="text">



&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A esperança sempre se renova no começo de cada novo ciclo. Que possamos, um dia, compreender que devemos concentrar toda a nossa fé, toda a nossa energia para fazermos deste mundo um lugar melhor para se viver. Vamos crer que é possível! Que a paz é possível... Que o amor existe... Que o velho que se vai, deixa-nos a experiência e a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/2501598412059318710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2012/01/feliz-ciclo-novo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/2501598412059318710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/2501598412059318710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2012/01/feliz-ciclo-novo.html' title='FELIZ CICLO NOVO'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hzuSikWGxW5iK1gtJnoE7usaOLx5HGLq3zYZnSvOoeDHfME1b5R9Z5gJtbOINe695L5H2V1txJ6h3UrqAeHdZyM5lWBsIklCufb5tuzsR8XPF5Vg1YG9G6Qog6h_WHVN2PThzJtvrIo/s72-c/novociclo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-738566704236716394</id><published>2011-12-14T15:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2013-11-22T03:17:32.901-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O SILÊNCIO DOS BONS.</title><summary type="text">



&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; Vivemos num tempo em que a humanidade procura a evolução tecnológica e pretere a espiritual, e uma grande parte dela continua vivendo na obscuridade, na Idade Média. Os cientistas, a cada dia que passa, conseguem decifrar mais e mais os mistérios desse universo maravilhoso em que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/738566704236716394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-silencio-dos-bons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/738566704236716394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/738566704236716394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-silencio-dos-bons.html' title='O SILÊNCIO DOS BONS.'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH3rbZ_-uZZG2YDf09ar0RDyqsz3amYCWG5R-Mq-m0YVJnZePFbxHC1XKnID4QZEEvaxHsp1gAA8GLFkyEBkY2j1TvvxNbXUVL0T_-kBZyvw9zva5UIdPdErJReavU3YeqBrTIXhiggn8/s72-c/Silencio.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-1120240503756974590</id><published>2011-12-09T13:43:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2013-11-22T03:18:07.697-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A VIDENTE</title><summary type="text">



“Nada é mais fantástico do que o cotidiano” - Essa frase é atribuída ao poeta e escritor francês Louis Aragon, que nasceu em Paris no ano de 1897, e eu concordo plenamente com ela. As pessoas comuns de nosso dia-a-dia, aqueles que cruzam a estrada de nossas vidas, e que naquele momento não nos chamam muito a atenção, e só mais tarde, quando as lembranças surgem é que lhes damos o devido valor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/1120240503756974590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2011/12/vidente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/1120240503756974590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/1120240503756974590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2011/12/vidente.html' title='A VIDENTE'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkyRfbW-h5vUANZIKPdEOlPTc4gQK9yWUXJmU8nFpMVd-gde0sVyB_92n43AXmw3ZdTu9RAWEC96-g2GmGye1NBlv3UDPDH3eim3aSrtms7NkXG7dq_1E-ZsrIvfXmXOm7hKnWtGgESSU/s72-c/bolacristal.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-6970667509334502274</id><published>2011-12-07T13:43:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2013-11-22T03:18:38.643-02:00</updated><title type='text'>NA CIRANDA DO BEM</title><summary type="text">





&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O jardim da casa de Dona Talita é lindo e muito bem cuidado, muitas plantas e flores de várias espécies, que mesmo com os seus oitenta anos, pessoalmente cuida, todos os dias, é o seu passatempo. Sua casa e o pouco que ainda tem dentro dela são seus únicos bens. Seu maior orgulho é o seu neto, que foi estudar na Europa há quatro anos e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/6970667509334502274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2011/12/na-ciranda-do-bem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/6970667509334502274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/6970667509334502274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2011/12/na-ciranda-do-bem.html' title='NA CIRANDA DO BEM'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNIF1GYgvX5uEAHJKeNyQpAJgjjUcuXnU-ci7UPmRBRd45eE9L3yg0dvrsBySC4AbIqO5XKYuNOIAHGDC5sbgycvs848BWfpjsiDkvFXzAdPoT2mWCAMnTQ7BG6O2C_uC1IsLLKOXp3R8/s72-c/Ciranda.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-3301435177202618869</id><published>2011-11-11T10:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2013-11-22T03:19:13.094-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A CIDADE DE ACÁCIA AMARELA</title><summary type="text">



ACÁCIA AMARELA


&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ele gosta de se vestir bem, aparentar ser uma pessoa bem sucedida financeiramente, não dá muita bola para as pessoas mais humildes, se acha o tal, gosta de mostrar que fala bem e que tem uma ótima cultura, fala mais do que ouve e não dá chance de ninguém se expressar quando ele está falando. É o típico VAIDOSO! Só dá </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/3301435177202618869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2011/11/cidade-de-acacia-amarela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/3301435177202618869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/3301435177202618869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2011/11/cidade-de-acacia-amarela.html' title='A CIDADE DE ACÁCIA AMARELA'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQszv66ljttkcBRmI4qBjcIoBoUfaydt2HFAs2eiY8H4jKgfBON-EeSlBNUqYuUKCez4zFAzfaTXwUrIU_VhykWu7Q3rtCxkH-UMc-uiOxKjfDMJFX6MXoLM6PHboYKAWnGC0D-zmt4UE/s72-c/acacia+amarela.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384110481141205766.post-6650810577890041967</id><published>2011-11-09T18:32:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:32:41.893-02:00</updated><title type='text'>UMA PAUSA PARA REFLEXÃO</title><summary type="text">


Meus caros leitores!&amp;nbsp;



Vamos dar uma pausa para lembrar de um assunto muito sério que ocorreu no século passado.Talvez até alguns achem que aqui não seja o lugar ideal para este tipo de postagem, mas este assunto deve ser lembrado, e qualquer lugar é um bom lugar para publicá-lo. Não podemos deixar que isto seja esquecido e aconteça novamente, e eu estou tentando fazer a minha parte.


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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Numa
noite de lua nova, muito estrelada, viajava em seu automóvel um
casal em direção à Guarapari onde passaria alguns dias de suas
férias. A noite era  realmente linda, só faltava a lua para
completar aquela bela obra de arte da natureza, Olhando-se pela
janela do carro via-se perfeitamente o Cruzeiro do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/feeds/4114649951185650813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2011/11/manifestacoes-do-insolito-as-gemeas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/4114649951185650813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384110481141205766/posts/default/4114649951185650813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasduregent.blogspot.com/2011/11/manifestacoes-do-insolito-as-gemeas.html' title='Manifestações do Insólito: &quot;AS GÊMEAS&quot;'/><author><name>PIADAS DOS AMIGOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00049656067652128561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh49yPLfoFfnKvoR9ITO_1QhO5qL0b0WEmZH9LgcIX0uzORO0ydKARdfHthxQIHwnmrFGJuuaZUdWhNtmIr9cFEVLIl8KRZ4Bk3pOogS2nhyV3Mbs9eUiNblBMzfDcVP6ImCgljTkHu5QI/s72-c/insolito.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>