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pessoa querida.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://observoeescrevo.blogspot.com/feeds/7668562521641786835/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://observoeescrevo.blogspot.com/2011/12/licoes-de-vida-partir-da-morte-de-uma.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979088882635289371/posts/default/7668562521641786835?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979088882635289371/posts/default/7668562521641786835?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://observoeescrevo.blogspot.com/2011/12/licoes-de-vida-partir-da-morte-de-uma.html" title="Lições de vida a partir da morte de uma pessoa querida." /><author><name>Charlie Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569709091027223031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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É impressionante como em poucos segundos uma pessoa muda a sua vida. Muitos passam a vida toda acreditando que está sozinho e desligado de todo o resto, que nesse mundo são só você e você, mas a morte de uma pessoa mostra que isso não é verdade.

Hoje, 13 de dezembro de 2011, morreu uma professora muito conhecida aqui no bairro, dentro de sua casa vítima de depressão. Essa 
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Este texto resolvi postar hoje porque o que andei passando nessas últimas semanas me deu um déjà vu, 
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De 21 a 22 de outubro de 2011 acontece o Teleton, o programa no SBT que tem por finalidade arrecadar fundos para a AACD. Muitos blogueiros famosos no programa, mas eu, mesmo sendo um blogueiro desconhecido pela maioria dos usuários de Internet, não quero ficar de fora dessa. Quero participar desse projeto, nem que seja por meio de um post que promova o evento.

Se você quer ajudar e não vai lhe 
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Chego em casa e recebo a triste notícia da morte de Renan Fogaça. Ele foi baleado na cabeça e veio a falecer... :\

Cheguei a publicar a foto que sua irmã postou no Facebook, na esperança de alguém achá-lo com vida. A repercussão na Internet ajudou que achassem o rapaz, mas ele estava agonizando e em estado grave. Já acho um desaforo o sujeito tirar de você aquilo que você lutou tanto pra 
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Hoje eu estava no meu Facebook e me deparo com essa foto e a seguinte mensagem:


PESSOAL MEU IRMÃO Renan Fogaça foi sequestrado ontem as 21:15 da noite até agora nenhuma noticia, ele estava no carro dele FIESTA HATCH vermelho PLACA DMC 8477 , favor verificar com amigos e compartilhar no FACEBOOK pra vê se conseguimos localizer ele.Grata,Karina Fogaça
Fiquei aflito, mas também fiquei com o pé 
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O Sol possui um brilho que muitos querem alcançar;
Ele tem um calor que nos motiva a sonhar.
Possui uma energia que é só dele: a solar!

Frio e raiva é o que sentem os sem esperança.
Calor e amor aumentam a segurança!
Não quero sofrer por simples sofrer:
Eu quero sofrer por lutar e fazer!
Quero ampliar e melhorar meu denodo
Com a convicção de que o Sol nasce para todos. :)
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Por isso estou aqui, distante do mundo, Onde não me reclamam: "Meu Deus! Como é burro!","Meu Deus! Errou tudo!", "Muleque, fica mudo!"
Não sei o que é pior: Conviver com homens ou trabalhar com mulheres...Não sei quais 
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O corredor ideal durante as aulas. Mas, não é sempre assim!
De tanto procurar, acabei achando. Fiz uma prova, fui aprovado, e agora estou trabalhando como Agente de Organização Escolar. Ou seja, eu tanto posso trabalhar na secretaria da escola como posso ser posto como o "tio" que inspeciona os corredores da escola, pra ver se tem algum aluno fora da sala ou aprontando algo que a diretoria - e 
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Se quiser tirar a vida de alguém, não seja pobre. Se você for pobre, não terá dinheiro pra pagar a fiança. Você será obrigado a pagar a vida daquela pessoa com até 30 anos de 
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Mas uma coisa que eu aprendi com outras dores de cabeça que tive é
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/D6HDcTf0ni2W82kwizT8dLXDKHI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/D6HDcTf0ni2W82kwizT8dLXDKHI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEGRn05eSp7ImA9WhdXF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979088882635289371.post-8857629147221817248</id><published>2011-08-30T11:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T11:30:27.321-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-30T11:30:27.321-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pensamentos avulsos" /><title>[pouco] Observo e escrevo [/pouco]</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://observoeescrevo.blogspot.com/feeds/8857629147221817248/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://observoeescrevo.blogspot.com/2011/08/pouco-observo-e-escrevo-pouco.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979088882635289371/posts/default/8857629147221817248?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979088882635289371/posts/default/8857629147221817248?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://observoeescrevo.blogspot.com/2011/08/pouco-observo-e-escrevo-pouco.html" title="[pouco] Observo e escrevo [/pouco]" /><author><name>Charlie Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569709091027223031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nD-rpR9ALt4/TieyzVIOwaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yB0XbRPXAys/s220/male_normal-w200-h200.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Sinceramente, acho que ando escrevendo pouco. Talvez eu esteja vivendo menos e, consequentemente, tenho menos coisas para escrever. Talvez esteja observando menos do que deveria observar...

Preciso achar logo a raiz desse problema. Afinal, eu gosto de escrever, e não consigo escrever nada! Esse desabafo está produzindo aqui um punhado de palavras, mas se eu for depender apenas de lamentos, a 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T6xQHF7MehvR19WOeVnGykEd6og/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T6xQHF7MehvR19WOeVnGykEd6og/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEHRH4ycSp7ImA9WhdQFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979088882635289371.post-1098683846537351549</id><published>2011-08-16T14:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T14:43:55.099-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-16T14:43:55.099-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rock" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="música" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cigarro" /><title>O rock e o (argh!) cigarro.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://observoeescrevo.blogspot.com/feeds/1098683846537351549/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://observoeescrevo.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-rock-e-o-argh-cigarro.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979088882635289371/posts/default/1098683846537351549?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979088882635289371/posts/default/1098683846537351549?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://observoeescrevo.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-rock-e-o-argh-cigarro.html" title="O rock e o (argh!) cigarro." /><author><name>Charlie Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569709091027223031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nD-rpR9ALt4/TieyzVIOwaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yB0XbRPXAys/s220/male_normal-w200-h200.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jNlCE2Jk3KA/TkqnORDib_I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QNl0XRu52SM/s72-c/argh%2521+tobacco.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">O Mês do Rock foi o mês que passou, mas resolvi falar agora sobre esse ritmo musical. Na verdade, falar de algo que me incomoda na maioria dos roqueiros. (Eu peço que leia até o final, antes de tirar suas conclusões sobre o rumo que este post vai levar.)

Eu tive a felicidade de conhecer alguns roqueiros pessoalmente. Quando eu digo "roqueiros" são pessoas que tocam rock e conhecem quem toca rock
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Definitivamente, crianças são pessoas. E como toda pessoa, uma criança não é igual da outra. Há crianças mais agitadas, outras mais calmas, algumas mais ingênuas, outras um pouco mais espertas... Ou seja, não dá pra agir igual com todas.
Aqui em casa 
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Porém, apesar de termos passado essa data para o pessoal responsável pela Agenda Cultural de Guarulhos, eles colocaram o dia da semana errado! Então, se você foi informado de que seria no sábado, saiba que o erro começou onde a 
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Muitos artistas famosos - ou nem tanto - usaram a música para que esse assunto fosse discutido. Mais recentemente, o músico Silas Rodriguez, por exemplo, compôs uma música muito 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tSkymX9zLSdGuSj4hWRiFLCMjYA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tSkymX9zLSdGuSj4hWRiFLCMjYA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QNRHo_eyp7ImA9WhZVGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979088882635289371.post-391337807711455612</id><published>2011-05-27T10:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T17:16:35.443-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-01T17:16:35.443-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Colírios" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="música" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Capricho" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rádio" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jovens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dudu Surita" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jovem Pan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emilio Eric" /><title>Achei na rádio Jovem Pan (sobre o IPan)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://observoeescrevo.blogspot.com/feeds/391337807711455612/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://observoeescrevo.blogspot.com/2011/05/achei-na-radio-jovem-pan.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979088882635289371/posts/default/391337807711455612?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979088882635289371/posts/default/391337807711455612?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://observoeescrevo.blogspot.com/2011/05/achei-na-radio-jovem-pan.html" title="Achei na rádio Jovem Pan (sobre o IPan)" /><author><name>Charlie Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569709091027223031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nD-rpR9ALt4/TieyzVIOwaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yB0XbRPXAys/s220/male_normal-w200-h200.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-keXkAtJ3R6M/TdRN0eLnvrI/AAAAAAAAATU/1MVwm_LQxLI/s72-c/radio.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Um dia desses, num final de semana, eu me sintonizei na rádio jovem Pan. No momento eu vi que se tratava dum programa apresentado por dois homens, que falavam bem, com uma desenvoltura bem descontraída. Eles tentaram servir de cupido para um guri ouvinte do programa ligando para a casa da menina que ele se interessava, mas a mãe dela atendeu e... o plano pifou! Então, eles colocaram pra tocar 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/V_HWP38-YjqGNp7LfE4w0qWI1o4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/V_HWP38-YjqGNp7LfE4w0qWI1o4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ICQX4-fCp7ImA9WhZVEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979088882635289371.post-8416694387667993970</id><published>2011-05-22T13:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T13:26:00.054-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-22T13:26:00.054-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nanoconto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aprendizado" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aprender com os próprios erros" /><title>Nanoconto - algumas frases que resumem uma história inteira. (E um título de post maior que o próprio post!)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://observoeescrevo.blogspot.com/feeds/8416694387667993970/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://observoeescrevo.blogspot.com/2011/05/nanoconto-algumas-frases-que-resumem.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979088882635289371/posts/default/8416694387667993970?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979088882635289371/posts/default/8416694387667993970?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://observoeescrevo.blogspot.com/2011/05/nanoconto-algumas-frases-que-resumem.html" title="Nanoconto - algumas frases que resumem uma história inteira. (E um título de post maior que o próprio post!)" /><author><name>Charlie Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569709091027223031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nD-rpR9ALt4/TieyzVIOwaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yB0XbRPXAys/s220/male_normal-w200-h200.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Eu fiquei triste, mas, ao mesmo tempo, alegre. Eu fiquei triste com o que ele sofreu, mas vi que, com isso, ele aprendeu.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5ntfdb4yarQxgGqgqbcvcakwy9c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5ntfdb4yarQxgGqgqbcvcakwy9c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUECQ3wycSp7ImA9WhZWGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979088882635289371.post-469471673778959850</id><published>2011-05-20T02:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T02:01:02.299-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-20T02:01:02.299-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Top blog 2011" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogosfera" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Prêmio Top Blog 2011" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meu blog" /><title>Top Blog 2011 - Este blog está concorrendo</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://observoeescrevo.blogspot.com/feeds/469471673778959850/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://observoeescrevo.blogspot.com/2011/05/top-blog-2011-este-blog-esta.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979088882635289371/posts/default/469471673778959850?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979088882635289371/posts/default/469471673778959850?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://observoeescrevo.blogspot.com/2011/05/top-blog-2011-este-blog-esta.html" title="Top Blog 2011 - Este blog está concorrendo" /><author><name>Charlie Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569709091027223031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nD-rpR9ALt4/TieyzVIOwaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yB0XbRPXAys/s220/male_normal-w200-h200.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUMrp6VoJQg/TbjVwIIBYZI/AAAAAAAAASE/R212fx0hKu0/s72-c/seloconcorrendo.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Mais uma vez este blog está concorrendo ao Prêmio Top Blog. Sem tanta expectativa em conseguir um Top 100, mas vou concorrer todo ano. Afinal, vai que... né?

Você, leitor, pode fazer parte dessa história. Tá vendo a imagem acima? Então, tem uma imagem igualzinha a ela no lado direito superior desse blog, esperando você clicar nela e depois confirmando o voto pelo seu e-mail.

As votações começam
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A abóbada celeste abobalhou o menino.
Tantas estrelas assim não tinha visto!
"Os céus da cidade não são muito limpos..."
Aquela beleza o deixou refletindo, 
E por várias horas olhou o céu, sorrindo. :)


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Eu ia demorar um pouco pra postar, mas esse evento me inspirou a escrever. Fiquei pensando no tanto de gente que ficou agoniada, querendo ver a sua conta, mas teve que esperar várias horas até que o pessoal do Google terminasse a manutenção dos 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/66wyuhPqUoy3-f5ro3WTMTj9Rd0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/66wyuhPqUoy3-f5ro3WTMTj9Rd0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cCRXYycSp7ImA9WhZXGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979088882635289371.post-6010516613275092499</id><published>2011-05-08T18:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T18:44:24.899-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-08T18:44:24.899-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sonhos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sempre-frustrado" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="negativo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="frustração" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pensamento negativo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="se sabotar" /><title>[Não] ser um "Sempre-frustrado"</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://observoeescrevo.blogspot.com/feeds/6010516613275092499/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://observoeescrevo.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-ser-um-sempre-frustrado.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979088882635289371/posts/default/6010516613275092499?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979088882635289371/posts/default/6010516613275092499?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://observoeescrevo.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-ser-um-sempre-frustrado.html" title="[Não] ser um &quot;Sempre-frustrado&quot;" /><author><name>Charlie Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569709091027223031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nD-rpR9ALt4/TieyzVIOwaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yB0XbRPXAys/s220/male_normal-w200-h200.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tQKjOVcWXuM/TcYTBbiZ6eI/AAAAAAAAASQ/EmLeVIAxxG0/s72-c/homem+pensativo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Sentir-se um "sempre-frustrado" não rende bons frutos. Quem pode desfrutar da vida insistindo na lembrança de uma frustração? A frustração é algo que devemos sentir quando não conseguimos aquilo que nos esforçamos muito para conseguir, mas não é desculpa para querer tirar o sonho de outro. Nem é desculpa para se sabotar.

A luta contra o pensamento negativo deve ser diário. Todos os dias eles 
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Já mencionei aqui que tenho um novo blog,  cujo nome é Imagino e Escrevo. Mas resolvi repetir o anúncio, visto que nós temos gente nova seguindo este blog, e que quero que eles venham a conhecê-lo também.

No momento, o único comentário do blog foi feito pelo único seguidor do Imagino e Escrevo. Me sinto honrado  em ter um seguidor como o Caio Ranieri, mas quero que o convite se estenda a todos 
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O 1° de abril já foi faz tempo. Logo, o título desse post não se trata de uma pegadinha. É verdade!
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