<?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:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608244730451527</id><updated>2009-12-10T05:08:31.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Centelha imortal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centelhaimortal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608244730451527/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centelhaimortal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>"Ange d'une fluer"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112724881457318255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608244730451527.post-4337800179322964860</id><published>2008-05-26T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T12:13:48.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revendo conceitos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D651S5Kljfk/SDsLlCkMXxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/A2bWZvQ1eHc/s1600-h/dalai_lama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204766525328482066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D651S5Kljfk/SDsLlCkMXxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/A2bWZvQ1eHc/s400/dalai_lama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dalai Lama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não deixemos que nossa vida gire em torno somente das coisas materias, e sim que possa ir além, muito além de simples futilidades. Viver intensamente cada momento por mais simples que ele seja, valorizar as pequenas coisas, pois essas sim são grandes, nos fazem cresçer e nos dão a verdadeira felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tranquilidade e sabedoria para todos nós!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608244730451527-4337800179322964860?l=centelhaimortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centelhaimortal.blogspot.com/feeds/4337800179322964860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608244730451527&amp;postID=4337800179322964860' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608244730451527/posts/default/4337800179322964860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608244730451527/posts/default/4337800179322964860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centelhaimortal.blogspot.com/2008/05/revendo-conceitos.html' title='Revendo conceitos...'/><author><name>"Ange d'une fluer"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112724881457318255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08664918224071784342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D651S5Kljfk/SDsLlCkMXxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/A2bWZvQ1eHc/s72-c/dalai_lama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608244730451527.post-6371205579380120941</id><published>2008-05-02T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T16:08:01.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para uma certa "Flor"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D651S5Kljfk/SBueneAwSkI/AAAAAAAAABI/CJj2KcsNtxI/s1600-h/Ninf%C3%A9ias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195920996010314306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D651S5Kljfk/SBueneAwSkI/AAAAAAAAABI/CJj2KcsNtxI/s320/Ninf%C3%A9ias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amor não é se envolver com a pessoa perfeita, aquela dos nossos sonhos. Não existem príncipes nem princesas. Encare a outra pessoa de forma sincera e real, exaltando suas qualidades, mas sabendo também de seus defeitos. O amor só é lindo, quando encontramos alguém que nos transforme no melhor que podemos ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Mario_Quintana/"&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608244730451527-6371205579380120941?l=centelhaimortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centelhaimortal.blogspot.com/feeds/6371205579380120941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608244730451527&amp;postID=6371205579380120941' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608244730451527/posts/default/6371205579380120941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608244730451527/posts/default/6371205579380120941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centelhaimortal.blogspot.com/2008/05/para-uma-certa-flor.html' title='Para uma certa &quot;Flor&quot;'/><author><name>"Ange d'une fluer"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112724881457318255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08664918224071784342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_D651S5Kljfk/SBueneAwSkI/AAAAAAAAABI/CJj2KcsNtxI/s72-c/Ninf%C3%A9ias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608244730451527.post-5242190892665940679</id><published>2008-04-16T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T19:04:08.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todos iguais... tão desiguais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D651S5Kljfk/SAavqCArEkI/AAAAAAAAABA/9Kh_9770rLk/s1600-h/Preconceito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190028757220135490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D651S5Kljfk/SAavqCArEkI/AAAAAAAAABA/9Kh_9770rLk/s320/Preconceito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Um sujeito estava colocando flores no túmulo de um parente,quando vê um chinês colocando um prato de arroz na lápide ao lado.&lt;br /&gt;Ele se vira para o chinês e pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Desculpe, mas o senhor acha mesmo que o defunto virá comer o arroz?&lt;br /&gt;E o chinês responde:&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, quando o seu vier cheirar as flores!!!&lt;br /&gt;"RESPEITAR AS OPÇÕES DO OUTRO, EM QUALQUER ASPECTO,&lt;br /&gt;É UMA DAS MAIORES VIRTUDES QUE UM SER HUMANO PODE TER."&lt;br /&gt;"AS PESSOAS SÃO DIFERENTES, AGEM DIFERENTE E PENSAM DIFERENTE.&lt;br /&gt;NUNCA JULGUE. APENAS COMPREENDA!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esse pensamento me leva a refletir como somos preconceituosos. Por menor que seja, ele está presente em nós e se manifesta de maneira que nem percebemos. Preconceitos raciais, ideológicos, religiosos, sociais, sexuais... uma infinidade. Porque eles existem em nós??? Sei lá! O que sei é que todos nós temos algum. Não se assuste, eu disse todos nós. Reflita e verá que vai econtrar algum bem escondido no seu âmago. Sei também que manifesta-lo é uma escolha, portanto cuidado com suas escolhas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paz e sabedoria no caminho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608244730451527-5242190892665940679?l=centelhaimortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centelhaimortal.blogspot.com/feeds/5242190892665940679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608244730451527&amp;postID=5242190892665940679' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608244730451527/posts/default/5242190892665940679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608244730451527/posts/default/5242190892665940679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centelhaimortal.blogspot.com/2008/04/todos-iguais-to-desiguais.html' title='Todos iguais... tão desiguais...'/><author><name>"Ange d'une fluer"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112724881457318255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08664918224071784342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_D651S5Kljfk/SAavqCArEkI/AAAAAAAAABA/9Kh_9770rLk/s72-c/Preconceito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608244730451527.post-3037884582135069096</id><published>2008-03-19T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:06:34.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valerá a pena?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D651S5Kljfk/R-HT9bPQu0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/CF40V58DCh4/s1600-h/reflexao_gorila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179654098690030402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D651S5Kljfk/R-HT9bPQu0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/CF40V58DCh4/s320/reflexao_gorila.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Estive observando o rítmo com que a minha vida e a de outras pessoas a minha volta está caminhando, e pensei... Valerá a pena?Observo que cada um com o seu motivo, passa o seu dia em um rítimo alucinado, uma verdadeira "Correria".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   A rotina de estudos e trabalho nos priva de muitas coisas que desejamos viver ou de apenas fazer as coisas mais simples do dia-a-dia. Vivemos em busca de um sonho ou de uma utopia??? Prefiro acreditar que buscamos nossos sonhos e que nada poderá nos impedir de chegar lá. Acredito que estamos vivendo aquilo que escolhemos para nós e isso é o que importa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Peço perdão a pessoas que gosto por não poder estar com elas em alguns momentos especias, mas tenho certeza que outros não faltarão e ainda mais alegres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que os ventos nos levem aonde desejamos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608244730451527-3037884582135069096?l=centelhaimortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centelhaimortal.blogspot.com/feeds/3037884582135069096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608244730451527&amp;postID=3037884582135069096' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608244730451527/posts/default/3037884582135069096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608244730451527/posts/default/3037884582135069096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centelhaimortal.blogspot.com/2008/03/valer-pena.html' title='Valerá a pena?'/><author><name>"Ange d'une fluer"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112724881457318255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08664918224071784342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D651S5Kljfk/R-HT9bPQu0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/CF40V58DCh4/s72-c/reflexao_gorila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608244730451527.post-4701940570807514095</id><published>2008-03-15T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:04:41.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poeminha sentimental</title><content type='html'>Para iniciar com chave de ouro nesse novo espaço,&lt;br /&gt; compartilharei um certo poeminha que li por esses dias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D651S5Kljfk/R9xDFAxEbiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1w9fcLo5i5s/s1600-h/andorinhas-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178087424953445922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D651S5Kljfk/R9xDFAxEbiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1w9fcLo5i5s/s320/andorinhas-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O meu amor, o meu amor, Maria &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É como um fio telegráfico da estrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aonde vêm pousar as andorinhas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De vez em quando chega uma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E canta (Não sei se as andorinhas cantam, mas vá lá!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canta e vai-se embora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outra, nem isso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mal chega, vai-se embora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A última que passou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Limitou-se a fazer cocô&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No meu pobre fio de vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No entanto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria, o meu amor é sempre o mesmo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As andorinhas é que mudam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Mario_Quintana/"&gt;Mario Quintana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608244730451527-4701940570807514095?l=centelhaimortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centelhaimortal.blogspot.com/feeds/4701940570807514095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608244730451527&amp;postID=4701940570807514095' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608244730451527/posts/default/4701940570807514095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608244730451527/posts/default/4701940570807514095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centelhaimortal.blogspot.com/2008/03/poeminha-sentimental.html' title='Poeminha sentimental'/><author><name>"Ange d'une fluer"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112724881457318255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08664918224071784342'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_D651S5Kljfk/R9xDFAxEbiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1w9fcLo5i5s/s72-c/andorinhas-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>