<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823</id><updated>2012-02-13T21:43:20.897-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o "Berelando..."</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-3476182850548150882</id><published>2012-02-13T08:41:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T21:43:20.902-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem conexão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yVR9FUaRj0U/Tzkxr3kDL5I/AAAAAAAAeVQ/JySI7KniEy8/s1600/Plugue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708648632388104082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yVR9FUaRj0U/Tzkxr3kDL5I/AAAAAAAAeVQ/JySI7KniEy8/s200/Plugue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pela primeira vez escrevo um texto para este blog “&lt;i&gt;off-line&lt;/i&gt;”. Apesar de não ser a primeira vez sem conexão, em outras situações eu usei internet emprestada, lan-houses e, numa única vez que não consegui conexão, escrevi o texto na hora, numa segunda-feira bem cedinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escrevo num domingo, irei publicar amanhã. Estranho para um blog? Talvez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para os leitores não há diferença nenhuma e com esta percepção me conforto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De qualquer forma, eu sei que tudo o que eu faço hoje, no amanhã verei as conseqüências.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 de Fevereiro de 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-3476182850548150882?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3476182850548150882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=3476182850548150882' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/3476182850548150882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/3476182850548150882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2012/02/sem-conexao.html' title='Sem conexão'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yVR9FUaRj0U/Tzkxr3kDL5I/AAAAAAAAeVQ/JySI7KniEy8/s72-c/Plugue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-2567422642838583683</id><published>2012-02-05T21:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T21:22:09.332-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ontem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_ZjQtqPVpw/Ty8PBaLVY6I/AAAAAAAAeSA/EezWQRV2onI/s1600/asterisco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_ZjQtqPVpw/Ty8PBaLVY6I/AAAAAAAAeSA/EezWQRV2onI/s200/asterisco.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705795769782854562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Ontem eu já estava preparado para escrever o blog. Tinha o tema e o insight prontinho, era só escrever, escolher uma foto e publicar. Mas imprevistos acontecem e aqui estou, no final do domingo, pensando no que escrever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Quantas vezes a gente perde aquele instante mágico que nos é dado de presente todos os dias, aquele momento em que um “sim’ ou “não” podem fazer toda a diferença entre a felicidade e a angústia. Não desperdice os momentos mágicos, reconheça quando ele aparecer e aja.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;05 de Fevereiro de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-2567422642838583683?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2567422642838583683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=2567422642838583683' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/2567422642838583683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/2567422642838583683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2012/02/ontem.html' title='Ontem'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_ZjQtqPVpw/Ty8PBaLVY6I/AAAAAAAAeSA/EezWQRV2onI/s72-c/asterisco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-3502705445407050942</id><published>2012-01-28T18:23:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T18:41:44.659-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swMXhPiqb2o/TyRdGTmvx-I/AAAAAAAAeRY/lb3LM1XPrE8/s1600/Caleidosc%25C3%25B3pio%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swMXhPiqb2o/TyRdGTmvx-I/AAAAAAAAeRY/lb3LM1XPrE8/s200/Caleidosc%25C3%25B3pio%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702785391081277410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Há alguns finais de semana que sofro para escrever este blog. Me cobro para não falhar, para escrever algo que seja relevante, algo que mereça comentários. E quanto mais me cobro, maior é o sofrimento. E quando parece que será insuportável, me lembro da meditação, fico em silencio e percebo que não preciso ser infalível, que não é necessário (e nem conseguirei) agradar a todos e que este desejo que me faz sofrer, nada mais é do que vaidade. Envergonhado, escrevo algumas linhas e publico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Vaidade me faz sofrer, na simplicidade renasço, crio e me sinto feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;28 de Janeiro de 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-3502705445407050942?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3502705445407050942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=3502705445407050942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/3502705445407050942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/3502705445407050942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2012/01/vaidade.html' title='Vaidade'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swMXhPiqb2o/TyRdGTmvx-I/AAAAAAAAeRY/lb3LM1XPrE8/s72-c/Caleidosc%25C3%25B3pio%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-1204868951900805185</id><published>2012-01-22T21:38:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:01:18.082-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Passado, presente e futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ykw58adwF00/TxyjLPaFPWI/AAAAAAAAeNg/Jkc-0b01abs/s1600/calidosc%25C3%25B3pio%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px; height: 131px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700610641854020962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ykw58adwF00/TxyjLPaFPWI/AAAAAAAAeNg/Jkc-0b01abs/s200/calidosc%25C3%25B3pio%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Escrevo muito sobre o passado e quase nada sobre o futuro. Falei duas publicações atrás sobre mudanças, da desesperança que surge quando percebemos que passa ano e vem ano e tudo parece igual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, talvez o segredo seja a fórmula de eu escrever este blog: Se for para relembrar o passado, que seja para aprender com os erros e não repeti-los, não se preocupar tanto em planejar o futuro e sim em viver o presente, da forma mais intensa possível e provocar as mudanças que realmente são necessárias. Hoje e agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 de Janeiro de 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-1204868951900805185?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/1204868951900805185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=1204868951900805185' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/1204868951900805185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/1204868951900805185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2012/01/passado-presente-e-futuro.html' title='Passado, presente e futuro'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ykw58adwF00/TxyjLPaFPWI/AAAAAAAAeNg/Jkc-0b01abs/s72-c/calidosc%25C3%25B3pio%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-5358804523264815260</id><published>2012-01-15T22:23:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T22:37:54.670-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VhBoXFwsFCc/TxNxRapq21I/AAAAAAAAdnA/Tks901QJmlM/s1600/Espelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VhBoXFwsFCc/TxNxRapq21I/AAAAAAAAdnA/Tks901QJmlM/s200/Espelho.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698022497579621202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Passei a tarde deste domingo num sítio e comentei com os amigos o que eu mais gostava era o silêncio do lugar. Isso virou o comentário geral: ninguém aguenta mais viver na cidade, do barulho de motos, de música tocada alta, de buzinas etc. Precisam buscar a paz no silêncio do interior.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Penso que acontece o mesmo com o nosso cérebro. Enchemos ele com nossos problemas, nossas angústias, nossos medos, com ansiedade e, é claro, ficamos confusos, não conseguimos decidir, não sabemos por onde ir.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Transporte tudo isso para o coração, onde impera o silêncio. Lá você encontrará paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;15 de Janeiro de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-5358804523264815260?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5358804523264815260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=5358804523264815260' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/5358804523264815260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/5358804523264815260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2012/01/interior.html' title='Interior'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VhBoXFwsFCc/TxNxRapq21I/AAAAAAAAdnA/Tks901QJmlM/s72-c/Espelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-307864250559018264</id><published>2012-01-08T22:27:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:33:33.680-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jk_c_CuZAAc/Two1P0SaI9I/AAAAAAAAdcA/CR3gsHHoYpE/s1600/Realidade%2Bdiminuta%2BIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jk_c_CuZAAc/Two1P0SaI9I/AAAAAAAAdcA/CR3gsHHoYpE/s200/Realidade%2Bdiminuta%2BIII.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695423224613577682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;E a primeira semana no ano novo passou. Vi alguns amigos comentarem nas redes sociais que tudo continua igual e, apesar da forma irreverente que escreveram isso, percebo que infelizmente é a diminuição da Esperança (que cresce sempre em Dezembro).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A realidade pode parecer dura, mas, é preciso ir frente e vencer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Agradeça cada novo dia, pode parecer que nada muda, mas é sempre um novo dia e você pode fazer diferente, acredite.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;8 de Janeiro de 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-307864250559018264?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/307864250559018264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=307864250559018264' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/307864250559018264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/307864250559018264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2012/01/mudanca.html' title='Mudança'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jk_c_CuZAAc/Two1P0SaI9I/AAAAAAAAdcA/CR3gsHHoYpE/s72-c/Realidade%2Bdiminuta%2BIII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-2255392121354087898</id><published>2012-01-01T20:33:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:12:08.022-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano novo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_OYvIcx7gFU/TwDjSXDULCI/AAAAAAAAbtU/vwhz5Aoav6A/s1600/Espelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_OYvIcx7gFU/TwDjSXDULCI/AAAAAAAAbtU/vwhz5Aoav6A/s200/Espelho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692799833561377826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:13pt;" &gt;E o milagre aconteceu. Virou o ano e, de repente, estamos cheios de esperança. De hoje em diante tudo dará certo, cumpriremos nossas metas, atingiremos nossos objetivos, vamos parar de fumar e fazer mais exercícios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:13pt;" &gt;Não tenho muito a dizer. Só quero que todos sejam felizes, que os desejos se realizem, que as promessas sejam cumpridas e que a Esperança e a Fé, se renove a cada dia, assim como foi na virada do ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:13pt;" &gt;Feliz 2012!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:13pt;" &gt;01 de Janeiro de 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-2255392121354087898?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2255392121354087898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=2255392121354087898' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/2255392121354087898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/2255392121354087898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2012/01/ano-novo.html' title='Ano novo!'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_OYvIcx7gFU/TwDjSXDULCI/AAAAAAAAbtU/vwhz5Aoav6A/s72-c/Espelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-4004596428095549537</id><published>2011-12-25T13:38:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T13:56:08.639-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UMrUCqB4ZNI/TvdERsQhIWI/AAAAAAAAbfs/K8XcgK8zFns/s1600/calidosc%25C3%25B3pio%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690091724934816098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UMrUCqB4ZNI/TvdERsQhIWI/AAAAAAAAbfs/K8XcgK8zFns/s200/calidosc%25C3%25B3pio%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Então é Natal, um show de luzes. Estão pelas avenidas, nos jardins, nas varandas, nas salas. E tudo se torna mágico, encantador, atrai multidões e até congestionamentos (isso não é novidade nesta cidade). Junto com a data multiplica-se o sentimento de esperança, de solidariedade e amor. Então vemos na TV histórias de “papais Noel” anônimos, de superação, de amor ao próximo, de solidariedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Então é Natal, é renascimento. Que estas luzes coloridas e encantadoras, acendam a cada dia dentro de nós, ilumine nosso coração, no mostre a esperança, aumente nossa confiança e ilumine o caminho para que vejamos os exemplos de superação e solidariedade e multipliquemos isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feliz Natal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;25 de Dezembro de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-4004596428095549537?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4004596428095549537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=4004596428095549537' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/4004596428095549537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/4004596428095549537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/12/natal.html' title='Natal'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UMrUCqB4ZNI/TvdERsQhIWI/AAAAAAAAbfs/K8XcgK8zFns/s72-c/calidosc%25C3%25B3pio%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-2868077407486086249</id><published>2011-12-18T21:37:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T22:14:18.436-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Em casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k_t9h23fhjQ/Tu55zZOQc0I/AAAAAAAAa-s/tlc7CFDHGcA/s1600/Bom%2BJesus%2Bde%2BPirapora%2B-%2BSP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k_t9h23fhjQ/Tu55zZOQc0I/AAAAAAAAa-s/tlc7CFDHGcA/s200/Bom%2BJesus%2Bde%2BPirapora%2B-%2BSP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687617303266489154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mais um final de semana completo que não saí de casa. Eu gosto disso, não me incomodo. Talvez, alguns dos leitores podem pensar que busco a paz que encontramos em nosso lar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre que fico aqui lembro que tenho coisas para organizar, outras para guardar, algumas para consertar. Há também correria de sobrinhos, vizinhos que fazem festa embaixo da janela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso não tira a minha paz. Aprendi que não posso procurar a paz em lugares, ela tem que estar dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 de Dezembro de 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-2868077407486086249?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2868077407486086249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=2868077407486086249' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/2868077407486086249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/2868077407486086249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/12/em-casa.html' title='Em casa'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k_t9h23fhjQ/Tu55zZOQc0I/AAAAAAAAa-s/tlc7CFDHGcA/s72-c/Bom%2BJesus%2Bde%2BPirapora%2B-%2BSP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-6828622196078242369</id><published>2011-12-11T20:33:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:37:32.512-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Empacado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjLR3X-TUyI/TuVHKwyrMOI/AAAAAAAAawA/LNx8KXoTM1A/s1600/lambe-lambe.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjLR3X-TUyI/TuVHKwyrMOI/AAAAAAAAawA/LNx8KXoTM1A/s200/lambe-lambe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685028354846830818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;São 22h16 do domingo. Cansado, indisposto, com muitas dores, cansado e ciente que terei uma semana de bastante trabalho e com muitas coisas para resolver, não consigo pensar em nada para escrever aqui. Tentei por um longo tempo pensar em algo sem encontrar nenhum assunto. Mudei as prioridades: desisti de pensar em algo e resolvi deixar as palavras fluírem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Funcionou e já estou no segundo parágrafo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Às vezes, é preciso deixar de lado esta nossa necessidade de orientar as coisas ao nosso modo e permitir que o fluxo divino nos guie até onde devemos chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;11 de Dezembro de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-6828622196078242369?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/6828622196078242369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=6828622196078242369' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/6828622196078242369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/6828622196078242369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/12/empacado.html' title='Empacado'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjLR3X-TUyI/TuVHKwyrMOI/AAAAAAAAawA/LNx8KXoTM1A/s72-c/lambe-lambe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-5929045682751577388</id><published>2011-12-03T20:17:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T20:21:42.079-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y_6cI4k-28/Ttqgz__6qpI/AAAAAAAAaGQ/7Qj5pg5aRM8/s1600/Realidade%2BDiminuta.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y_6cI4k-28/Ttqgz__6qpI/AAAAAAAAaGQ/7Qj5pg5aRM8/s200/Realidade%2BDiminuta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682030695094594194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eu não ia escrever este &lt;i&gt;post&lt;/i&gt; hoje. Estou cansado, sem inspiração, com preguiça. Pensei em esperar estas sensações passarem, esperar que algo me inspire, esperar o dia de amanhã, afinal, até agora eu sempre consegui publicar algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Porém, lembro de outras dificuldades que passei por falta de conexão de internet, energia elétrica, acontecimentos que me tomaram o tempo. Lembrei também que várias vezes estive cansado e sem inspiração, todavia, o Universo me inspirou no momento que decidi escrever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não vou esperar mais. Minha vida, meu sucesso, minha felicidade não depende da espera, depende do agir.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;03 de Dezembro de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-5929045682751577388?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5929045682751577388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=5929045682751577388' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/5929045682751577388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/5929045682751577388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/12/esperar.html' title='Esperar'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y_6cI4k-28/Ttqgz__6qpI/AAAAAAAAaGQ/7Qj5pg5aRM8/s72-c/Realidade%2BDiminuta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-8795077616063537535</id><published>2011-11-26T21:00:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T21:45:53.107-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p1LSuTlAnuc/TtF2I9jIuvI/AAAAAAAAaFA/VWk6dInMWxg/s1600/rir%2Bpelos%2Bouvidos.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p1LSuTlAnuc/TtF2I9jIuvI/AAAAAAAAaFA/VWk6dInMWxg/s200/rir%2Bpelos%2Bouvidos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679450501423872754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Algumas vezes, os problemas são tantos, que me cansam, me exaurem, e o tempo curto não permiti um aprendizado, um insight ou algo positivo para trazer para este blog. Porém, sempre confio que algo será escrito, que um insight chegará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Esta confiança me ajuda a calar a minha mente, transportar tudo para o coração e lá, tento harmonizar tudo. Transformar barulho em silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Com o coração harmonizado, consigo enxergar o caminho, tenho o entendimento, chega a lição, crio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;26 de Novembro de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-8795077616063537535?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8795077616063537535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=8795077616063537535' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8795077616063537535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8795077616063537535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/11/harmonia.html' title='Harmonia'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p1LSuTlAnuc/TtF2I9jIuvI/AAAAAAAAaFA/VWk6dInMWxg/s72-c/rir%2Bpelos%2Bouvidos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-3195928771586166176</id><published>2011-11-19T19:41:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T20:07:13.670-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Peregrino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxmtUgHm40E/Tsgn7_wl46I/AAAAAAAAaBk/A_Z6BjpqtHM/s1600/Luz%2B-%2BEsta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bda%2BLuz.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxmtUgHm40E/Tsgn7_wl46I/AAAAAAAAaBk/A_Z6BjpqtHM/s200/Luz%2B-%2BEsta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bda%2BLuz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676831241981518754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Penso em minha mãe, enquanto jovem, viajou por mais de um dia, a pé, em lombo de mulas e no último trecho, em pau-de-arara, para visitar uma igreja construída numa gruta, no interior da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bahia&lt;/span&gt;, Bom Jesus da Lapa. Mais tarde, com família constituída aqui no Sul, visitou o Santuário de Aparecida (do Norte, como dizíamos na época). Algumas vezes, com os filhos doentes, saia de madrugada para benzê-los na cidade vizinha de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Embu&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Guaçú&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Este caminhar pela fé sempre me fascinou. Não sei qual é a motivação, qual é a finalidade, mas há sempre uma busca: talvez por uma graça, uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;benção&lt;/span&gt;, um entendimento ou, simplesmente, fazer o caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Por isso uso várias vezes o termo "caminho" aqui neste blog. Ele é o caminho pelo qual trilho, onde repenso meus erros e acertos, onde aprendo. No caminho eu entendo os conceitos de Fé e Esperança, só preciso caminhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;19 de Novembro de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-3195928771586166176?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3195928771586166176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=3195928771586166176' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/3195928771586166176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/3195928771586166176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/11/peregrino.html' title='Peregrino'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxmtUgHm40E/Tsgn7_wl46I/AAAAAAAAaBk/A_Z6BjpqtHM/s72-c/Luz%2B-%2BEsta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bda%2BLuz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-3916559726978866672</id><published>2011-11-13T23:04:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T23:29:01.237-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Preocupado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nNT8vr6zXi0/TsBuUcLt9FI/AAAAAAAAZ3U/Ghmi8YuDWIA/s1600/Gato.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nNT8vr6zXi0/TsBuUcLt9FI/AAAAAAAAZ3U/Ghmi8YuDWIA/s200/Gato.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674656827928605778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Já passara das 23h do domingo e eu nem havia ligado o micro para escrever o post da semana. Este fato me deixou um pouco preocupado, um tanto frustrado e muito inseguro. Será que após 3 anos escrevendo sem furos, eu falharia pela primeira vez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mas tenho que seguir o meu próprio exemplo, esquecer a angústia e a preocupação e agir, afinal sempre consegui escrever em tantas outras adversidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Na vida, às vezes, depois de tantas batalhas, podemos acordar com aquela sensação de cansaço, falta a esperança e o medo de não conseguir continuar é muito. Perdemos o sono, aumenta a angústia, não vemos solução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Acredite, amanhã é outro dia, continue fazendo o que for certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;13 de Novembro de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-3916559726978866672?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3916559726978866672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=3916559726978866672' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/3916559726978866672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/3916559726978866672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/11/preocupado.html' title='Preocupado'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nNT8vr6zXi0/TsBuUcLt9FI/AAAAAAAAZ3U/Ghmi8YuDWIA/s72-c/Gato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-8905794993765991772</id><published>2011-11-06T19:27:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T20:06:43.206-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gerar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_LiT9GN-9GM/TrcBqoTYxvI/AAAAAAAAZ1g/rIvRTmSHHY8/s1600/raios.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672004087581296370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_LiT9GN-9GM/TrcBqoTYxvI/AAAAAAAAZ1g/rIvRTmSHHY8/s200/raios.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Ah, eu gostei muito deste “&lt;i&gt;e-ponto&lt;/i&gt;” na R. da Consolação com a Av. Paulista em São Paulo. E nem foi por causa das&lt;br /&gt;tecnologias disponíveis aos usuários da parada de ônibus. O que eu realmente gostei foi a forma de alimentar toda esta tecnologia: a eletricidade que se usa é gerada pela passagem dos coletivos.&lt;!--?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Conceito que tento empregar em tudo. Que minhas ações gerem conhecimento e experiência que eu transformarei em novas ações, que traga mais benefícios, que conecte mais conhecimento, que abrande nossas angústias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span &gt;06 de Novembro de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-8905794993765991772?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8905794993765991772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=8905794993765991772' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8905794993765991772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8905794993765991772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/11/gerar.html' title='Gerar'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_LiT9GN-9GM/TrcBqoTYxvI/AAAAAAAAZ1g/rIvRTmSHHY8/s72-c/raios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-2539778298449720876</id><published>2011-10-30T22:33:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T22:57:59.374-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Escutar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ed6epkXmlE/Tq3yYPbYMyI/AAAAAAAAZyk/OXufNloBgXA/s1600/Flor%2B%25285%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ed6epkXmlE/Tq3yYPbYMyI/AAAAAAAAZyk/OXufNloBgXA/s200/Flor%2B%25285%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669454004201468706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Som de chuva leve no quintal, o vento, o zumbido do computador, um tic-tac incessante do relógio da sala e os cliques do teclado, são os meus companheiros desta noite, finzinho do domingo. Tudo isso parece fazer aumentar o meu desejo de deitar e descansar para semana que vai começar. Porém, ainda tenho uma tarefa: escrever o blog, e, como não tenho assunto, escrevo sobre os sons da noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Escutar é aprender. Eu procuro ouvir no silêncio da meditação o que o Universo tem pra me dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;30 de Outubro de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-2539778298449720876?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2539778298449720876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=2539778298449720876' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/2539778298449720876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/2539778298449720876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/10/escutar.html' title='Escutar'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ed6epkXmlE/Tq3yYPbYMyI/AAAAAAAAZyk/OXufNloBgXA/s72-c/Flor%2B%25285%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-6012656115036464116</id><published>2011-10-23T22:21:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T22:43:42.315-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Na internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iNSs1FIwHJI/TqS0geg3-aI/AAAAAAAAZwE/NxfRxKsVb1k/s1600/fly.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iNSs1FIwHJI/TqS0geg3-aI/AAAAAAAAZwE/NxfRxKsVb1k/s200/fly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666852701178689954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Na internet eu pago minhas contas, vejo o meu saldo, marco encontros, compartilho fotos, me atualizo das notícias, agendo compromissos, compro (ou baixo) meus livros, ouço (ou baixo) minhas músicas, reencontro amigos e colegas do passado. Alguns encontram amores, outros decepções. Alguns, aqui se casam, outros, se separam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, escrevendo este blog, encontro Paz. E como tudo que se encontra aqui, bom ou ruim, ainda depende da minha ação ou, pelo menos, busca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 de Outubro de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-6012656115036464116?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/6012656115036464116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=6012656115036464116' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/6012656115036464116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/6012656115036464116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/10/na-internet.html' title='Na internet'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iNSs1FIwHJI/TqS0geg3-aI/AAAAAAAAZwE/NxfRxKsVb1k/s72-c/fly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-6617971464876954279</id><published>2011-10-16T19:53:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T09:05:45.343-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desistir</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pela primeira vez tive que recorrer a uma conexão 3G para escrever esta publicação. É frustrante o sentimento de incapacidade, ter a disposição e a vontade de fazer e faltar recursos técnicos para executar. Este problema nunca foi novidade para mim. Por diversas vezes recorri a &lt;em&gt;lan-houses&lt;/em&gt; e casas de amigos para publicar aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas a vida já me ensinou esta lição. As coisas não são fáceis, não basta ter vontade, não basta ter disposição, não basta ser inspirado. Dificuldades aparecerão, impedimentos acontecem, desvios são inevitáveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Só não se pode desitir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;16 de Outubro de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-6617971464876954279?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/6617971464876954279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=6617971464876954279' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/6617971464876954279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/6617971464876954279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/10/desistir.html' title='Desistir'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-1038409662217078802</id><published>2011-10-09T19:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:41:00.857-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alinhamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Esta semana fiquei preocupado, pois, por um problema com a suspensão do carro, meus pneus deformaram a ponto de dificultar a condução do veículo, e, por causa da correria do dia-a-dia, não conseguia parar para os devidos consertos e ajustes. A falta do conserto adequado, no tempo certo, me custou dois pneus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bem, fiz os consertos, troquei os pneus, alinhei e balancei, agora está tudo certo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Às vezes, as dificuldades da vida, a ansiedade e o medo das conseqüências, deforma nossa consciência da realidade, queremos ir por um lado, mas, inconscientemente vamos para o outro. Pare, conserte o que precisa ser concertado, alinhe os pensamentos e ajuste sua esperança e fé ou o custo pode ser maior.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;09 de Outubro de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-1038409662217078802?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/1038409662217078802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=1038409662217078802' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/1038409662217078802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/1038409662217078802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/10/alinhamento.html' title='Alinhamento'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-2469318309217299373</id><published>2011-10-01T18:42:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T10:50:08.781-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alquimia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5wjiyYrzZcI/TqKozCBVt4I/AAAAAAAAZuo/cJJnf5v8Kjk/s1600/Luz-esferas%2B%25284%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666276875854788482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5wjiyYrzZcI/TqKozCBVt4I/AAAAAAAAZuo/cJJnf5v8Kjk/s320/Luz-esferas%2B%25284%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando criança tinha a mania de criar várias fórmulas, para as mais diversas experiências. Misturava plantas, seivas e o que mais encontrasse pela frente. Esquentava, resfriava, adicionava novos ingredientes. E esperava que o produto final servisse para algo útil: eliminar insetos, fertilizar plantas etc. Bem, não me lembro de nenhuma fórmula ter funcionado, apesar de ter conseguido eliminar algumas formigas, por afogamento. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez este seja o meu grande sonho ou o meu grande plano. Transformar as coisas. Transformar frustrações em perseverança, angústia em alívio, tristeza em conforto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o método seja o mesmo, experimentar e misturar ingredientes, juntá-los e separá-los, transformando e purificando até que sobre só a paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 de Outubro de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-2469318309217299373?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2469318309217299373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=2469318309217299373' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/2469318309217299373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/2469318309217299373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/10/alquimia.html' title='Alquimia'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5wjiyYrzZcI/TqKozCBVt4I/AAAAAAAAZuo/cJJnf5v8Kjk/s72-c/Luz-esferas%2B%25284%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-8778814179626791192</id><published>2011-09-24T21:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T21:58:11.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tente!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LVJ6PkcdCxw" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sábado,finzinho do dia, fim da semana e eu aqui, sentado em frente ao micro, prontopra escrever o blog, no dia planejado desde o início. Sempre, ao iniciar qualqueratividade no micro, ouço música, e ao abrir o tocador de MP3, a música quetocou foi “&lt;i&gt;Tente outra vez&lt;/i&gt;”. Muito propícia para este momento. Seria um sinal?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque é tão bom escrever no sábado? É claro, isto é um blog semanal, então, omelhor dia para escrevê-lo é o último. E depois do último, você começa de novo,tenta outra vez, renova as esperanças.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quesaudades de escrever no sábado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;24de setembro de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-8778814179626791192?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8778814179626791192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=8778814179626791192' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8778814179626791192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8778814179626791192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/09/tente.html' title='Tente!'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LVJ6PkcdCxw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-8872808515812793473</id><published>2011-09-18T20:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T13:05:17.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomeçar</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hRIT18BkQtE/TnZ_2zh-U-I/AAAAAAAAZgY/wrwJZPIGWSs/s1600/auto+retrato.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hRIT18BkQtE/TnZ_2zh-U-I/AAAAAAAAZgY/wrwJZPIGWSs/s200/auto+retrato.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho que voltar a escrever este blog aos sábados. Domingo, final do dia, estou com sono, com fome, uma leve dor de cabeça e algumas preocupações sobre a semana que iniciará amanhã. Com tudo isso e o tempo escasso, inspiração parece algo impossível de conseguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Parece. Já falei aqui que a experiência ajuda. Então eu sento aqui e escrevo. Bom ou ruim, algo será escrito. É esta certeza que me anima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Aprendi que os problemas podem pesar sobre minhas costas, dores físicas e da alma podem enfraquecer minha determinação, mas, eu não perderei a esperança e, enquanto este sentimento existir, eu recomeçarei a minha caminhada, basta eu dar o primeiro passo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;18 de Setembro de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-8872808515812793473?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8872808515812793473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=8872808515812793473' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8872808515812793473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8872808515812793473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/09/recomecar.html' title='Recomeçar'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hRIT18BkQtE/TnZ_2zh-U-I/AAAAAAAAZgY/wrwJZPIGWSs/s72-c/auto+retrato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>São Paulo, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-23.5489433 -46.6388182</georss:point><georss:box>-24.014749300000002 -47.270532200000005 -23.0831373 -46.0071042</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-8753535016060954628</id><published>2011-09-11T21:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T21:21:06.084-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruina</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bve5h1Pi-wk/Tm1PI7495DI/AAAAAAAAZgA/z7QuqwQAXU0/s1600/Pier%252C+Itu+-+SP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bve5h1Pi-wk/Tm1PI7495DI/AAAAAAAAZgA/z7QuqwQAXU0/s200/Pier%252C+Itu+-+SP.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quemlê este blog semanalmente pode até imaginar que é fácil escrevê-lo. Que estousempre bem, que as coisas sempre funcionam, que não aparecem obstáculos, mas,isso não é verdade. Algumas vezes as coisas dão errado, fico sem micro, semconexão de internet, sem tempo, falta energia elétrica etc. Porém, quanto maisdifícil for para publicar, mais me esforço para encontrar alguma solução.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Umabela lição que aprendi. Quando tudo parece estar ruíndo, desmoronando (e issoacontece) é a oportunidade que temos de criar, recriar, reconstruir, detransformar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Aruína pode ser o caminho para a transformação.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;11de Setembro de 2011.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-8753535016060954628?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8753535016060954628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=8753535016060954628' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8753535016060954628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8753535016060954628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/09/ruina.html' title='Ruina'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bve5h1Pi-wk/Tm1PI7495DI/AAAAAAAAZgA/z7QuqwQAXU0/s72-c/Pier%252C+Itu+-+SP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-7360630295044899879</id><published>2011-09-04T19:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T17:57:59.464-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lúdico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fwJASZnqs5k/TmP6z27V_aI/AAAAAAAAZZM/8PRX1-TxyFY/s1600/BMW%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648634126477426082" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fwJASZnqs5k/TmP6z27V_aI/AAAAAAAAZZM/8PRX1-TxyFY/s320/BMW%2B%25282%2529.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quando criança, tapete virava ilha, cama, nave espacial. Com algumas pedras fazia uma cidade. Uma toalha amarrada às costas e era super herói. Uma tampa de panela e tinha habilitação para dirigir um ônibus com passageiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Adulto, não conseguimos imaginar uma saída para os problemas, não conseguimos escolher entre dois caminhos, não temos habilidade de transformar uma realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Volte a criar, volte a imaginar, volte a acreditar, volte a ser feliz e ter paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;04 de Setembro de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-7360630295044899879?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7360630295044899879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=7360630295044899879' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/7360630295044899879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/7360630295044899879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/09/ludico.html' title='Lúdico'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fwJASZnqs5k/TmP6z27V_aI/AAAAAAAAZZM/8PRX1-TxyFY/s72-c/BMW%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-6400466852020955506</id><published>2011-08-28T18:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T18:57:48.495-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7sCkiklw-o/Tlq5rjYDnuI/AAAAAAAAZY8/qrUqE0uSeow/s1600/Camburi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7sCkiklw-o/Tlq5rjYDnuI/AAAAAAAAZY8/qrUqE0uSeow/s320/Camburi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646029240743993058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt; 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 &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu gostaria que tudo fosse perfeito (ou melhor, o meu ego), mas não é.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Refletindo percebo que nada é perfeito. Perfeição não existe, se existisse pararíamos de evoluir, de aprender, de nos reinventar, de criar. Criar foi o primeiro verbo e depois disso nunca mais parou a criação, a vida.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;28 de Agosto de 2011.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-6400466852020955506?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/6400466852020955506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=6400466852020955506' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/6400466852020955506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/6400466852020955506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/08/imperfeito.html' title='Imperfeito'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7sCkiklw-o/Tlq5rjYDnuI/AAAAAAAAZY8/qrUqE0uSeow/s72-c/Camburi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-4753792173138589797</id><published>2011-08-21T19:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T19:34:55.825-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_kbKz48wy90/TlGHwWkWa9I/AAAAAAAAZXo/rR3gQDAKpWY/s1600/BMW.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_kbKz48wy90/TlGHwWkWa9I/AAAAAAAAZXo/rR3gQDAKpWY/s200/BMW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643441072833457106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tem gente que não acredita, mas, quase tudo o que eu escrevo aqui, em um primeiro momento eu não gosto. Acho banal, tenho vergonha e até penso em não publicar. Depois eu percebo que estou lutando contra mim mesmo, meu ego brigando contra minha intuição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Então, me entrego e deixo que meus textos fluam, depois, sem culpa, eu aperto o botão “publicar”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quantas vezes buscamos razão para tudo, lutamos contra o que nos parece comum demais, simples demais, tolo demais e perdemos a oportunidade de mostrar quem realmente somos, de fazer o que é certo, de viver sem culpa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não quero ser escravo do meu ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;21 de Agosto de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-4753792173138589797?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4753792173138589797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=4753792173138589797' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/4753792173138589797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/4753792173138589797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/08/ego.html' title='Ego'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_kbKz48wy90/TlGHwWkWa9I/AAAAAAAAZXo/rR3gQDAKpWY/s72-c/BMW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-7504471513535880746</id><published>2011-08-14T22:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T22:16:57.155-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Criar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CK3Gib8sfWE/TkhzNAwXjrI/AAAAAAAAZW0/vzY3m_tzl1Y/s1600/Cadeira.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CK3Gib8sfWE/TkhzNAwXjrI/AAAAAAAAZW0/vzY3m_tzl1Y/s200/Cadeira.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640885200659910322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Apesar das quase 200 publicações neste blog, não me acho criativo além do normal. Tiro meus temas do cotidiano, meus&lt;i&gt; insights&lt;/i&gt; chegam naturalmente, pois me condiciono a recebê-los, e só tenho o trabalho de transcrevê-los.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Criar foi o primeiro verbo. E depois disso, nunca mais parou. Criaturas, criação, invenções. A cada novo amanhecer, criam-se esperanças, criam-se soluções.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E assim, agradeço e me reinvento a cada dia, isso é viver.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;14 de Agosto de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-7504471513535880746?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7504471513535880746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=7504471513535880746' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/7504471513535880746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/7504471513535880746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/08/criar.html' title='Criar'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CK3Gib8sfWE/TkhzNAwXjrI/AAAAAAAAZW0/vzY3m_tzl1Y/s72-c/Cadeira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-5500504419852201467</id><published>2011-08-07T21:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T22:11:28.778-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Certezas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MfTAUkdjyP4/Tj83mXhbTdI/AAAAAAAAZQY/FK_CPOG6ggQ/s1600/Textura%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MfTAUkdjyP4/Tj83mXhbTdI/AAAAAAAAZQY/FK_CPOG6ggQ/s200/Textura%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638286390779923922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não sei por que coisas ruins acontecem. Não creio que há castigos. Não sei se existe destino. Já disse que somos responsáveis pelas nossas escolhas e, por isso, temos que aceitar as conseqüências, mas, nem isso justifica acontecimentos ruins na maioria das vezes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tenho algumas certezas. De tudo tiramos lições e, das situações mais dolorosas, é onde aprendemos as maiores e melhores.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Também sei que o nosso poder de superar é imenso. Não importa a profundidade do poço em que caiu, se você realmente quiser, você sairá de lá. Mais forte do que nunca.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;07 de agosto de 2011.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-5500504419852201467?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5500504419852201467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=5500504419852201467' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/5500504419852201467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/5500504419852201467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/08/certezas.html' title='Certezas'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MfTAUkdjyP4/Tj83mXhbTdI/AAAAAAAAZQY/FK_CPOG6ggQ/s72-c/Textura%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-5300867278540551979</id><published>2011-07-31T22:29:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T08:36:14.904-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXximpbNXWk/TjYCpsTZIZI/AAAAAAAAY9c/ldkmwKMFG3g/s1600/Monumento%2B%25C3%25A0s%2BBandeiras%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635694898991145362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXximpbNXWk/TjYCpsTZIZI/AAAAAAAAY9c/ldkmwKMFG3g/s200/Monumento%2B%25C3%25A0s%2BBandeiras%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Esta semana, parado no trânsito da &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/MBoi-Mirim/146799738732582?ref=ts"&gt;Est. Do M’Boi Mirim&lt;/a&gt;, vi passar por mim uma multidão de caminhantes: Homens, mulheres, crianças. Alguns idosos, outras grávidas, alguns de colo. No escuro, no frio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pensei na humildade destas pessoas. Desistiram de exigir seus direitos, pagaram pelo coletivo e foram a pé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Não, não é humildade. Isso é a grandeza de quem tem obrigações a cumprir, que tem o dever de chegar em casa e alimentar sua família, abraçar seus filhos. A grandeza de nunca desistir, de seguir em frente, de se sobrepor as dificuldades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Não merecem pena, merecem respeito. O meu respeito e de todos e, principalmente, das autoridades que se omitem sobre este problema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;31 de Julho de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-5300867278540551979?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5300867278540551979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=5300867278540551979' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/5300867278540551979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/5300867278540551979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/07/caminhar.html' title='Caminhar'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXximpbNXWk/TjYCpsTZIZI/AAAAAAAAY9c/ldkmwKMFG3g/s72-c/Monumento%2B%25C3%25A0s%2BBandeiras%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-8412832833230801326</id><published>2011-07-24T21:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T22:18:11.684-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Senha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwWWfknstmE/TizA1j0MIPI/AAAAAAAAY5s/N72CbDYCZ2Y/s1600/equilibrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwWWfknstmE/TizA1j0MIPI/AAAAAAAAY5s/N72CbDYCZ2Y/s200/equilibrio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633089260313387250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A tecnologia é muito legal, através dela acessamos muita coisa de qualquer lugar. Porém, para que ninguém acesse o que não for seu, você se protege com senhas. Ainda não tenho um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smartphone&lt;/span&gt;, mas, já sei quais senhas não devo usar: 2580, sequência central do teclado de um celular e 5683. Esta última é muito interessante, se trocarmos os números por letras teremos a palavra LOVE.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;É interessante usar o amor para guardar e proteger o que nos é importante e, se não posso usar a palavra, com certeza nunca deixarei de usar o sentimento.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Isso não é nenhum segredo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;24 de Julho de 2011&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-8412832833230801326?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8412832833230801326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=8412832833230801326' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8412832833230801326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8412832833230801326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/07/senha.html' title='Senha'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwWWfknstmE/TizA1j0MIPI/AAAAAAAAY5s/N72CbDYCZ2Y/s72-c/equilibrio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-4029489932174672197</id><published>2011-07-16T19:52:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T20:16:11.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conforto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GeqM0XguJG0/TiIZHyJDqFI/AAAAAAAAXi4/kxf04xl1JYg/s1600/Flor%2B%25285%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px; height: 180px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630090105676081234" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GeqM0XguJG0/TiIZHyJDqFI/AAAAAAAAXi4/kxf04xl1JYg/s200/Flor%2B%25285%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dor nas articulações é algo que eu não sentia quando criança. Aliás, eram raras e poucas que eu me lembre. Hoje se minha mãe ouve que sinto dor ela já vem com as recomendações: Aspirina, Dorflex, Arnica etc... Naquela época, quase que isolados na chácara, ela não tinha tantos conhecimentos medicinais. Sofria junto com a gente e, da melhor forma que podia, tentava nos dar conforto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experientes, nós, os adultos, sempre temos recomendações para dores físicas: um comprimido, exercícios, alongamentos, meditação, ervas naturais etc. Mas quando a dor não for física? Quando ela for na alma?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a gente sofra um pouco junto, mas, a única coisa que podemos dar é o nosso amor, nosso carinho, nosso respeito, nosso ombro... e acredite, isso faz milagres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 de Julho de 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-4029489932174672197?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4029489932174672197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=4029489932174672197' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/4029489932174672197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/4029489932174672197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/07/conforto.html' title='Conforto'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GeqM0XguJG0/TiIZHyJDqFI/AAAAAAAAXi4/kxf04xl1JYg/s72-c/Flor%2B%25285%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-5130844614976887379</id><published>2011-07-10T21:20:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T17:24:12.029-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inverno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xRwXJy0iRb0/ThpCGYXHuGI/AAAAAAAAXh8/fYiA_XQdqho/s1600/Leaf%2Bgreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627883361738930274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xRwXJy0iRb0/ThpCGYXHuGI/AAAAAAAAXh8/fYiA_XQdqho/s200/Leaf%2Bgreen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não sei o que escrever mais uma vez. Tive uma semana de muito trabalho mas de muita satisfação também. E, apesar do frio intenso destas manhãs de inverno, o&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sol sempre apareceu para nos aquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu não sou fã de inverno. Muita gente gosta, diz que se come melhor, nos vestimos melhor, dormimos melhor etc. Eu não gosto. Prefiro o calor. Mas suporto o inverno, porque sei que ele não é eterno, ele passará e virá a primavera com seus dias mornos e depois o verão e a alegria que ele trás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No milagre do dia-a-dia, algumas vezes podemos ser surpreendidos por uma frente fria, que nos gela o coração, mina a nossa fé, escurece nossa esperança. O frio do rancor e do ressentimento diminui nossa auto-estima. A solução é nos aquecer no amor, vestir-se belamente com o perdão, alimentar-se de bondade para que possamos dormir em paz.&lt;!--?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /--&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10 de Julho de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-5130844614976887379?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5130844614976887379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=5130844614976887379' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/5130844614976887379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/5130844614976887379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/07/inverno.html' title='Inverno'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xRwXJy0iRb0/ThpCGYXHuGI/AAAAAAAAXh8/fYiA_XQdqho/s72-c/Leaf%2Bgreen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-279225978620158643</id><published>2011-07-03T11:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T11:50:57.367-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Preguiça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KnCGc9yALrk/ThCA6GK9onI/AAAAAAAAXhc/OzkoXjR3sNE/s1600/Southern%2BCross%2BVert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KnCGc9yALrk/ThCA6GK9onI/AAAAAAAAXhc/OzkoXjR3sNE/s200/Southern%2BCross%2BVert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625137670163112562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Confesso: Ontem não escrevi o blog por que fiquei com preguiça. Me dei a desculpa que já era muito tarde e ninguém iria lê-lo mesmo. Tinha idéias que hoje já não me lembro, outras que já não acho tão interessantes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É o mau de se esperar demais para agir. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;O momento passa, a inspiração se esvai, as dúvidas aparecem, a coragem esmorece.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Então, no primeiro momento eu volto aqui, sento e escrevo. Escrevo para ter a consciência que posso ter meus momentos de preguiça, de cansaço, de desesperança, mas, também, tenho o poder de começar de novo, de seguir em frente e de não me entregar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;03 de Julho de 2011.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-279225978620158643?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/279225978620158643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=279225978620158643' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/279225978620158643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/279225978620158643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/07/preguica.html' title='Preguiça'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KnCGc9yALrk/ThCA6GK9onI/AAAAAAAAXhc/OzkoXjR3sNE/s72-c/Southern%2BCross%2BVert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-4492916192365528875</id><published>2011-06-25T21:01:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T08:05:18.564-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SPBosjhzSDk/TgZ5WCHsRUI/AAAAAAAAXfo/sZfbU0b4rhg/s1600/Dados.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622314604251858242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SPBosjhzSDk/TgZ5WCHsRUI/AAAAAAAAXfo/sZfbU0b4rhg/s200/Dados.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Algumas vezes eu olho as publicações anteriores e parece que há uma certa ordem nos temas. Na maioria das vezes não há e é muito provável que se houvesse essa preocupação eu não conseguiria escrevê-lo ou já teria desistido de publicá-lo há muito tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É essa necessidade de orientar as coisas a nosso modo que muitas vezes nos impede de avançar, de terminar o que começamos, que nos frustra, que nos angustia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Co&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;m a consciência que eu não tenho controle sobre tudo, permito que as palavras e os pensamentos fluam naturalmente. Deixo que me guiem pelos caminhos que tenho de seguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;25&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; de junho de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-4492916192365528875?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4492916192365528875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=4492916192365528875' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/4492916192365528875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/4492916192365528875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/06/orientar.html' title='Orientar'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SPBosjhzSDk/TgZ5WCHsRUI/AAAAAAAAXfo/sZfbU0b4rhg/s72-c/Dados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-584512495315016446</id><published>2011-06-18T19:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T20:32:21.512-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Compartilhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QAkRdTtI0Ms/Tf0ukePlDvI/AAAAAAAAXeU/ZsJtShl9x0s/s1600/Borboleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QAkRdTtI0Ms/Tf0ukePlDvI/AAAAAAAAXeU/ZsJtShl9x0s/s200/Borboleta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619699114156822258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma coisa que as redes sociais estão criando, pelo menos virtualmente, é o hábito de compartilhar. No começo, as pessoas ficavam receosas, constrangidas, inseguras. O que irão pensar?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Com o tempo, percebem que não importa muito o que outros pensarão e só basta apertar um botão - compartilhar. Pode ser que receba um obrigado, um “curtir” e pode ser que não aconteça nada, mas o ato de compartilhar já foi feito.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;É preciso trazer isso para o mundo real. Compartilhar o que for bom, compartilhar o carinho, os sorrisos, os espaços, os caminhos a vida.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se ninguém notar ou curtir, bem isso é outra estória.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;18 de Junho de 2011.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-584512495315016446?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/584512495315016446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=584512495315016446' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/584512495315016446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/584512495315016446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/06/compartilhar.html' title='Compartilhar'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QAkRdTtI0Ms/Tf0ukePlDvI/AAAAAAAAXeU/ZsJtShl9x0s/s72-c/Borboleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-3819958377395158439</id><published>2011-06-12T20:05:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T20:27:56.101-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Guardar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JeX7129P2dY/TfVHig0fldI/AAAAAAAAXd4/j_xM5zcA-o4/s1600/Flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JeX7129P2dY/TfVHig0fldI/AAAAAAAAXd4/j_xM5zcA-o4/s200/Flor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617474768465794514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No último post me perguntaram se a quantidade de fotos era “excesso de amor guardado.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pensei muito sobre isso.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não dá para guardar amor, colocá-lo em algum lugar e usá-lo quando necessitarmos dele. Concordo que até seria útil, mas, infelizmente, é impossível.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;O amor nasce e flui de nós para alguém, para algo. Não fica com a gente. E o fluxo é continuo. Quanto mais amor você der, mas você terá. Você não para o fluxo, você interrompe a produção.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;12 de Junho de 2011.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-3819958377395158439?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3819958377395158439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=3819958377395158439' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/3819958377395158439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/3819958377395158439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/06/guardar.html' title='Guardar'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JeX7129P2dY/TfVHig0fldI/AAAAAAAAXd4/j_xM5zcA-o4/s72-c/Flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-7318804406291925151</id><published>2011-06-04T18:31:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T19:01:30.309-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Excesso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HGvAhPQm-5I/Teql6SvoAbI/AAAAAAAAXZ4/ThGmMY5v9L0/s1600/George.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px; height: 150px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614482306353332658" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HGvAhPQm-5I/Teql6SvoAbI/AAAAAAAAXZ4/ThGmMY5v9L0/s200/George.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como eu gosto câmeras digitais. Praticamente não há limites, enquanto existir espaço no cartão de memória, energia nas baterias, você pode clicar a vontade. O excesso neste caso redunda numa possibilidade de mais e melhores fotos, de mais acertos, mais experiência, mais confiança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não perco a oportunidade de um clique para aumentar as minhas chances de acertar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Da mesma maneira, não perco a oportunidade de melhorar, de evoluir em cada chance que a vida me dá. Assim dou mais passos do que tropeço e a cada tombo, minha experiência adquirida, faz com que eu me levante mais rápido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;04 de Junho de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-7318804406291925151?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7318804406291925151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=7318804406291925151' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/7318804406291925151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/7318804406291925151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/06/excesso.html' title='Excesso'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HGvAhPQm-5I/Teql6SvoAbI/AAAAAAAAXZ4/ThGmMY5v9L0/s72-c/George.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-955665213317134633</id><published>2011-05-28T17:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T18:44:29.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-houeoKXZ1k4/TeFowfhvm_I/AAAAAAAAVt0/vPuZQgopUzs/s1600/Edificio%2BAltino%2BArantes%2Be%2BMartinelli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 134px; height: 200px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611881792986389490" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-houeoKXZ1k4/TeFowfhvm_I/AAAAAAAAVt0/vPuZQgopUzs/s200/Edificio%2BAltino%2BArantes%2Be%2BMartinelli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu levo muito a serio qualquer coisa que eu faço, inclusive este blog. Já o escrevo há 3 anos semanalmente e, apesar da experiência que supostamente eu tenha adquirido, na maioria das vezes eu não sei o que escrever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O mesmo acontece na vida. Você pode ter estudado nas melhores escolas, ter tido o melhor dos instrutores, os chefes das melhores equipes, ter o entusiasmo e a disposição para iniciar qualquer projeto, mas, mesmo assim, acha que não está pronto, que falta algo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu posso dizer: Peça ao Universo a inspiração necessária, confie, abra o seu coração para recebê-la e faça o que tem de fazer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 de Maio de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-955665213317134633?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/955665213317134633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=955665213317134633' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/955665213317134633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/955665213317134633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/05/experiencia.html' title='Experiência'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-houeoKXZ1k4/TeFowfhvm_I/AAAAAAAAVt0/vPuZQgopUzs/s72-c/Edificio%2BAltino%2BArantes%2Be%2BMartinelli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-8068877558702631498</id><published>2011-05-21T20:44:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T21:09:25.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Logística reversa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WohazLPBus8/TdhPOnEWyXI/AAAAAAAAVds/e_ib8Wdmqb8/s1600/Textura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px; height: 157px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609320448313969010" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WohazLPBus8/TdhPOnEWyXI/AAAAAAAAVds/e_ib8Wdmqb8/s200/Textura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu só quero limpar meus pensamentos. Limpar as dores que já não têm utilidade, preocupações que já passaram e outras bobagens que criei para alimentar meu ego. Só eu posso fazer isso, eu as criei e terei que dar fim sem prejudicar mais ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Talvez este seja o conceito que o mundo atual precisa aprender. Eu criei, polui, então eu limpo. A responsabilidade é minha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;21 de Maio de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-8068877558702631498?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8068877558702631498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=8068877558702631498' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8068877558702631498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8068877558702631498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/05/logistica-reversa.html' title='Logística reversa'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WohazLPBus8/TdhPOnEWyXI/AAAAAAAAVds/e_ib8Wdmqb8/s72-c/Textura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-5028019728629586005</id><published>2011-05-14T18:50:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T20:31:05.641-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Manutenção</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TQqWC0NDuNw/Tc8L7ycmgHI/AAAAAAAAVN8/XL2knXN8D5I/s1600/Let%2Bit%2Bbe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px; height: 200px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606713182881480818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TQqWC0NDuNw/Tc8L7ycmgHI/AAAAAAAAVN8/XL2knXN8D5I/s200/Let%2Bit%2Bbe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Desde criança eu tenho hábito de cuidar das coisas. Quase que como uma obsessão, eu tinha mania de limpar, lubrificar, organizar. Na adolescência comecei a catalogar meus discos, livros, cartas e guardá-los em ordem alfabética, cronológica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta minha mania aprendi que cuidando, dando a manutenção necessária, as coisas duram mais, funcionam melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu uso a fé e a esperança para organizar meus pensamentos, a tolerância para consertar o que estragou e o amor para lubrificar minhas ações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 de Maio de 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-5028019728629586005?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5028019728629586005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=5028019728629586005' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/5028019728629586005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/5028019728629586005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/05/manutencao.html' title='Manutenção'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TQqWC0NDuNw/Tc8L7ycmgHI/AAAAAAAAVN8/XL2knXN8D5I/s72-c/Let%2Bit%2Bbe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-1552027380600480020</id><published>2011-05-09T08:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T08:35:44.987-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604678429282038258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bVxuhXG_g5c/TcfRVimmcfI/AAAAAAAAVNw/_Tw3mByfA_A/s200/Textura%2B%25284%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Queria poder voltar no tempo. Voltar ao sábado, ter um computador, uma conexão de internet, ter o tempo e a disposição para escrever e publicar o blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas o passado não volta, a não ser em lembranças, às vezes como um fantasma que nos assusta, que nos amedronta, que nos impede de viver o presente, comprometendo o futuro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso voltar ao passado. Esqueço-o. Tenho este momento, tenho o presente. Sento aqui e escrevo o blog, com vontade, sem frustração. É o que me cabe fazer, viver o presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09 de maio de 2011. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-1552027380600480020?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/1552027380600480020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=1552027380600480020' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/1552027380600480020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/1552027380600480020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/05/sobre-o-passado.html' title='Sobre o passado'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bVxuhXG_g5c/TcfRVimmcfI/AAAAAAAAVNw/_Tw3mByfA_A/s72-c/Textura%2B%25284%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-3998601061970408436</id><published>2011-04-30T20:10:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T17:24:39.705-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre grandes realizações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j9WqOcJsUe4/TbyYfulYG-I/AAAAAAAAVMs/EXCjcTPYa2Y/s1600/VCultural.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601519707390221282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j9WqOcJsUe4/TbyYfulYG-I/AAAAAAAAVMs/EXCjcTPYa2Y/s200/VCultural.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Graças à tecnologia, pude assistir em trânsito, ao casamento do príncipe britânico. Através de uma tela de LCD 5” fui parte de uma audiência de bilhões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos devem achar banal, inclusive eu, mas, a grandiosidade do evento é indiscutível e por semanas (talvez meses ou anos), se falará do cabelo da noiva, do traje do noivo, do vestido da madrinha do chapéu da sogra, da cara da daminha etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banal mas também inspirador. Sei que, mesmo que eu tenha muita sorte e me torne o homem mais rico do mundo, nunca serei protagonista de tamanho evento e isso me consola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não posso fazer algo tão grandioso, mas, posso fazer pequenas coisas com um grandioso amor. E isso faz muita diferença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 de abril de 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-3998601061970408436?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3998601061970408436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=3998601061970408436' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/3998601061970408436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/3998601061970408436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/04/sobre-grandes-realizacoes.html' title='Sobre grandes realizações'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j9WqOcJsUe4/TbyYfulYG-I/AAAAAAAAVMs/EXCjcTPYa2Y/s72-c/VCultural.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-5478910465329987569</id><published>2011-04-23T17:54:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T23:25:41.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caligrafia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c2akzKNSVAE/TbNRYSFjtsI/AAAAAAAAVMY/KbThVaTSHiM/s1600/textura%2B%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598908239365519042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c2akzKNSVAE/TbNRYSFjtsI/AAAAAAAAVMY/KbThVaTSHiM/s200/textura%2B%25283%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ainda bem que os textos que escrevo aqui são digitados, assim, não corro o risco de não entenderem minha caligrafia.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No ginásio, meu professor de Comunicação e Expressão (Língua Portuguesa) não se conformava com meus garranchos. Obrigou-me a escrever as redações semanais em um caderno de caligrafia, caso contrário, nem se daria o trabalho de ler o trabalho e daria um zero de cara.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Passada a revolta adolescente, sou muito grato àquele professor, pois não escrevo mais em garranchos, minha caligrafia agora é muito aceitável.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nossas vidas também podem ter altos e baixos, reviravoltas, riscos, obstáculos que podem nos impedir de evoluir. Ainda bem que, como um caderno de caligrafia, existem opções que podem retificar nosso caminho, alinhar nossas escolhas, calibrar nossas emoções.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;23 de abril de 2011.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-5478910465329987569?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5478910465329987569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=5478910465329987569' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/5478910465329987569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/5478910465329987569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/04/caligrafia.html' title='Caligrafia'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c2akzKNSVAE/TbNRYSFjtsI/AAAAAAAAVMY/KbThVaTSHiM/s72-c/textura%2B%25283%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-8351896470258814826</id><published>2011-04-16T18:44:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T18:50:44.539-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bateria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u0I2UM4wD6c/TaoOdshL8xI/AAAAAAAAU3s/-LcMvoC4gQs/s1600/Plugue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u0I2UM4wD6c/TaoOdshL8xI/AAAAAAAAU3s/-LcMvoC4gQs/s200/Plugue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596301390290613010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hoje somos totalmente dependentes de fontes de energia. Precisamos de baterias para nossos veículos, celulares, computadores, GPS. Mas há um componente mais importante que o acumulador de energia, é o carregador. As baterias podem se esgotar, mas, se temos como repor a energia, tudo bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Assim também é o meu coração-gps. Sem bateria ele não funciona, não encontro os meus caminhos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por isso, todos os dias eu o recarrego com fé, amor e esperança. Perdido eu não fico.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;16 de Abril de 2011.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-8351896470258814826?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8351896470258814826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=8351896470258814826' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8351896470258814826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8351896470258814826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/04/bateria.html' title='Bateria'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u0I2UM4wD6c/TaoOdshL8xI/AAAAAAAAU3s/-LcMvoC4gQs/s72-c/Plugue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-3823725034498374487</id><published>2011-04-09T08:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T12:31:33.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFnDXC8l6U8/TaBAEFohROI/AAAAAAAAU24/3u8h4ZyRlc4/s1600/Teatro%2Bmunicipal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593541176169940194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFnDXC8l6U8/TaBAEFohROI/AAAAAAAAU24/3u8h4ZyRlc4/s200/Teatro%2Bmunicipal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Minha mãe deve sentir falta do tempo em que a sua maior preocupação ao mandar os filhos para escola eram eles voltarem com piolhos. Uma lembrança que tenho destes tempos, era de nosso avental (na época não existiam uniformes em escolas estaduais), sempre muito alvo e bem passado, muitas vezes era a peça mais nova de nossa vestimenta, cobrindo roupas simples e algumas vezes puídas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Várias vezes, estes aventais voltavam com rabiscos, com palavras impublicáveis ou desenhos obscenos. Minha mãe olhava isso, se abatia um pouco e, logo em seguida, desabafa em sua (falsa) ingenuidade: "- &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Talvez estes aventais branquinhos e bem passados incomodem as crianças que não os tem da mesma forma&lt;/i&gt;". Novamente os lavava com alvejante e impecavelmente os passava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Infelizmente o produto que ela usou para limpar nosso coração e o instrumento para passar e nos moldar o caráter não se pode comprar. Você o doa, e, quando mais o fizer, mais você recebe de volta: Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;09 de Abril de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-3823725034498374487?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3823725034498374487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=3823725034498374487' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/3823725034498374487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/3823725034498374487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/04/bullying.html' title='Bullying'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFnDXC8l6U8/TaBAEFohROI/AAAAAAAAU24/3u8h4ZyRlc4/s72-c/Teatro%2Bmunicipal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-6377603771270771687</id><published>2011-04-02T19:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T07:47:57.818-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Infelicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mh0_286iZ50/TZmhxz36ZII/AAAAAAAAU2k/rW6z3azgZiI/s1600/S%25C3%25A3o%2BPaulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591678289467565186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mh0_286iZ50/TZmhxz36ZII/AAAAAAAAU2k/rW6z3azgZiI/s200/S%25C3%25A3o%2BPaulo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Algumas vezes, quando estou cansado, melancólico eu volto aqui e releio posts antigos. Vejo os comentários carinhosos que recebo e sinto uma enorme gratidão pelos amigos que tenho, pelo fato de desperdiçarem um pouquinho do tempo, tão precioso nos dias de hoje, para ler e deixar um recado.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Acho que esse é o grande segredo da felicidade: Ser grato.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se alguém o abandonou, agradeça por já ter tido alguém ao seu lado; se perdeu um emprego, agradeça por ter aprendido uma profissão; se deixou de ir uma festa, agradeça por ser convidado; se perdeu uma pessoa querida, agradeça por ter carinho por alguém.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seja grato, seja feliz!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;02 de Abril de 2011.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-6377603771270771687?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/6377603771270771687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=6377603771270771687' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/6377603771270771687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/6377603771270771687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/04/infelicidade.html' title='Infelicidade'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mh0_286iZ50/TZmhxz36ZII/AAAAAAAAU2k/rW6z3azgZiI/s72-c/S%25C3%25A3o%2BPaulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-4306252413854479072</id><published>2011-03-26T19:07:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T19:26:55.821-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo infantil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nCntmIzKASM/TY5nWP6EoII/AAAAAAAAU1w/nuYfqrZ-JKE/s1600/Monumento%2B%25C3%25A0%2Bfunda%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BS%25C3%25A3o%2BPaulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588517819538251906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nCntmIzKASM/TY5nWP6EoII/AAAAAAAAU1w/nuYfqrZ-JKE/s200/Monumento%2B%25C3%25A0%2Bfunda%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BS%25C3%25A3o%2BPaulo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando criança eu tinha um medo inexplicável de areia movediça. Sabia que era improvável eu cair em algum fosso disso, mas era só ver na TV alguém afundando em areia movediça e já sentia um pavor que me impulsionava a virar o rosto, a sair da sala. Ainda bem que nos filmes, no último segundo, alguém atirava uma corda, cipó, galho qualquer coisa que salvava o mocinho.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Algumas vezes nos vemos imersos em redemoinhos de sentimentos que são densos o suficiente para comprimir e sufocar nossa alma, mas não o bastante para que possamos nos apoiar e sair ileso. E quando mais se tenta escapar destes sentimentos, mais rápido se afunda no turbilhão.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Acalme-se, controle os impulsos, liberte-se dos medos e angústias e você escapará ileso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 de Março de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-4306252413854479072?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4306252413854479072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=4306252413854479072' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/4306252413854479072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/4306252413854479072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/03/medo-infantil.html' title='Medo infantil'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nCntmIzKASM/TY5nWP6EoII/AAAAAAAAU1w/nuYfqrZ-JKE/s72-c/Monumento%2B%25C3%25A0%2Bfunda%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BS%25C3%25A3o%2BPaulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-3841881705865184495</id><published>2011-03-19T18:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T18:15:46.929-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xcuhsVEFtkg/TYUaroSxJnI/AAAAAAAAU0U/6bOstb5UqYo/s1600/S%25C3%25A3o%2BPaulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585900249675802226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xcuhsVEFtkg/TYUaroSxJnI/AAAAAAAAU0U/6bOstb5UqYo/s200/S%25C3%25A3o%2BPaulo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As atenções estão todas focadas no Japão que corre o risco de um acidente nuclear. A radiação é invisível aos nossos sentidos: sem cor, sem cheiro, mas ela está lá, matando nossas células, danificando nossos cromossomos. Pode demorar um pouco, mas ela nos leva à morte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me que o que eu não vejo é o que me faz sentir medo. Sentimento invisível assim como a raiva, a tristeza, a angústia, a ansiedade. Não se pode vê-las, mas estão lá, despedaçando cada átomo de nossa alma, nos levando ao colapso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaja. Contra-irradie com esperança, fé e amor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 de Março de 2011. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-3841881705865184495?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3841881705865184495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=3841881705865184495' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/3841881705865184495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/3841881705865184495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/03/radiacao.html' title='Radiação'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xcuhsVEFtkg/TYUaroSxJnI/AAAAAAAAU0U/6bOstb5UqYo/s72-c/S%25C3%25A3o%2BPaulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-851296109160154230</id><published>2011-03-12T20:15:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T20:48:00.329-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poluição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tf1ZWGgO1Ck/TXv_6WAn4GI/AAAAAAAAUyg/49gDNYmDPLw/s1600/S%25C3%25A3o%2BPaulo%2B%2528fragmentos%2Bcarnaval%2B2011%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tf1ZWGgO1Ck/TXv_6WAn4GI/AAAAAAAAUyg/49gDNYmDPLw/s200/S%25C3%25A3o%2BPaulo%2B%2528fragmentos%2Bcarnaval%2B2011%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583337540861550690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um dos grandes problemas do mundo moderno é a poluição. É produzida por nós, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;homo-sapiens&lt;/span&gt;, e é nociva a tudo que é vivo. Impede que vejamos o céu e as estrelas, peixes em um rio, impede que cresçam flores nos jardins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma solução encontrada foi a instalação de filtros nas fábricas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Acontece algo muito parecido em nós. Poluímos nossa alma e mente com mentiras, vaidade, ganância etc. Assim, somos impedidos de ver o belo, de enxergar a paz. Destruímos o que há de bom dentro de nós e tudo ao redor é contaminado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Felizmente existem filtros para isso também. Eu uso a oração e a meditação para manter o equilíbrio. Esvazio tudo o que há de ruim em minha mente, transporto tudo para o coração e o que sobra é amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12 de Março de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-851296109160154230?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/851296109160154230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=851296109160154230' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/851296109160154230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/851296109160154230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/03/poluicao.html' title='Poluição'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tf1ZWGgO1Ck/TXv_6WAn4GI/AAAAAAAAUyg/49gDNYmDPLw/s72-c/S%25C3%25A3o%2BPaulo%2B%2528fragmentos%2Bcarnaval%2B2011%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-6105340080083636210</id><published>2011-03-05T17:47:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T00:20:11.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n0LoUBrIn7Y/TXKj_D6hONI/AAAAAAAAUyQ/vK_CahlE8_0/s1600/Riscos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580703192043305170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n0LoUBrIn7Y/TXKj_D6hONI/AAAAAAAAUyQ/vK_CahlE8_0/s200/Riscos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Minhas sobrinhas de 5 e 3 anos vão de carona comigo para escolinha bem cedinho, 06h00. Ontem, por causa do carnaval, as duas estavam com suas fantasias de princesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o céu estava muito nublado, perceberam que haviam esquecido os guarda-chuvas. Pensamos, “- vai molhar a fantasia.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabi, com toda sua sapiência de seus 3 anos de idade lembrou: “- Não tem problema, o Sol seca!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço por ter a oportunidade de aprender com as crianças: Tudo passa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma pode se encher de nuvens, pode encharcar de angústias, mas agora eu sei, este incômodo será breve. O Sol irá secá-la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 de março de 2011. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-6105340080083636210?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/6105340080083636210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=6105340080083636210' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/6105340080083636210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/6105340080083636210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/03/sol.html' title='Sol'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n0LoUBrIn7Y/TXKj_D6hONI/AAAAAAAAUyQ/vK_CahlE8_0/s72-c/Riscos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-5949532882553042134</id><published>2011-02-26T19:09:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T19:34:55.015-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Girando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DaLqCtKCQCs/TWl79vF9kCI/AAAAAAAAUw4/FrY3DFfsTL4/s1600/ciranda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578125914018779170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DaLqCtKCQCs/TWl79vF9kCI/AAAAAAAAUw4/FrY3DFfsTL4/s200/ciranda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando eu tinha dez anos, ganhamos um toca-discos ou, como minha chamava, uma “radiola”. Muito simples, tinha a forma de uma maleta, você a abria e a tampa era o alto falante. Dei muitos bailinhos na escola com a “radiola”.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando tocava a última faixa era necessário ficar atento, pois a agulha ia direto pra etiqueta que existia naqueles discos ou ficava girando sem parar até que alguém levantasse o seu braço e o retornasse à sua posição de descanso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nossa vida muitas vezes se repete negligentemente, fica num ciclo sem fim, dando voltas a esmos pelos mesmos erros. Talvez a vida seja como nossa antiga “radiola”, ficava girando a esmo, sem tocar nada, até que eu percebia isso e a colocava para tocar uma nova música.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;26 de Fevereiro de 2010.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-5949532882553042134?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5949532882553042134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=5949532882553042134' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/5949532882553042134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/5949532882553042134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/02/girando.html' title='Girando'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DaLqCtKCQCs/TWl79vF9kCI/AAAAAAAAUw4/FrY3DFfsTL4/s72-c/ciranda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-7582389138758451246</id><published>2011-02-19T16:20:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T16:26:46.598-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_xCx0ohFd1I/TWALGMpfoLI/AAAAAAAAUwY/EsRl8H3inWM/s1600/aurora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575468539787059378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_xCx0ohFd1I/TWALGMpfoLI/AAAAAAAAUwY/EsRl8H3inWM/s320/aurora.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Acredito que posso escrever. Acredito que nunca me faltará um assunto, uma abordagem, um &lt;em&gt;insight&lt;/em&gt;. E por acreditar, eu ligo meu micro, abro o editor de texto, escrevo e publico toda semana neste blog. Mesmo que me falte as palavras, sei que de alguma forma elas surgirão.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É isso. Não tem explicação. Não há um único entendimento. Não há na verdade uma grande batalha. Só há a entrega.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu acredito e as coisas acontecem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;19 de fevereiro 2011.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-7582389138758451246?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7582389138758451246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=7582389138758451246' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/7582389138758451246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/7582389138758451246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/02/fe.html' title='Fé'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_xCx0ohFd1I/TWALGMpfoLI/AAAAAAAAUwY/EsRl8H3inWM/s72-c/aurora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-8523742263447309480</id><published>2011-02-14T08:46:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T09:35:22.541-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossibilitado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vti3Faov1aQ/TVkLQ2EtWpI/AAAAAAAAUvo/fLOAemB3LQQ/s1600/Camping%2B%2528tilt-shift%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573498397868776082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vti3Faov1aQ/TVkLQ2EtWpI/AAAAAAAAUvo/fLOAemB3LQQ/s200/Camping%2B%2528tilt-shift%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Impossibilitado de usar a internet e por consequência publicar o blog neste final de semana, desencanei. Mesmo com muita vontade de escrever algo aqui, resolvi não me estressar, esperar ter acesso e só então escrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O mundo atual exige demais da gente. Temos que estar sempre atentos, sempre estudando, sempre atualizados. Temos que ser bom em tudo, ou pelo menos, o melhor possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aprendi que o melhor dos violões sempre desafinará depois de um tempo, atletas sofrem fraturas por estresse porque exigiram demais do próprio corpo, depois algum tempo sendo curvados, os arcos já não atiram as flechas com a mesma força.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bem, mesmo que eu não esteja disposto, aproveito os momentos que não tenho controle, e me divirto com o que posso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13 de Fevereiro de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-8523742263447309480?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8523742263447309480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=8523742263447309480' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8523742263447309480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8523742263447309480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/02/impossibilitado.html' title='Impossibilitado'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vti3Faov1aQ/TVkLQ2EtWpI/AAAAAAAAUvo/fLOAemB3LQQ/s72-c/Camping%2B%2528tilt-shift%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-2658352024662303213</id><published>2011-02-05T21:14:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T21:37:18.471-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Correção</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TU3euenALNI/AAAAAAAAUuY/u4tV-CuERQ8/s1600/Flores%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570353204199173330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TU3euenALNI/AAAAAAAAUuY/u4tV-CuERQ8/s200/Flores%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Somente agora me dei conta que na última publicação errei a data. Escrevi 2010 em vez de 2011. É um erro bastante comum no inicio do ano. A gente se acostuma por doze meses a escrever um número, depois, se não nos concentrarmos o bastante, continuamos a escrevê-lo no ano novo. Percebi e corrigi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Às vezes a gente passa tanto tempo no caminho que não é o nosso, cometemos tantas vezes o mesmo erro, sofremos sempre pelos mesmos problemas, que podemos até achar que isso é normal, que as coisas não mudam.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tudo muda, tudo evolui. E como nos inícios de ano, é preciso um pouco de foco e atenção para não passar pelo mesmo. Se passar também, nunca é tarde para corrigir.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;05 de Fevereiro 2011.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-2658352024662303213?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2658352024662303213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=2658352024662303213' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/2658352024662303213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/2658352024662303213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/02/correcao.html' title='Correção'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TU3euenALNI/AAAAAAAAUuY/u4tV-CuERQ8/s72-c/Flores%2B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-8281884652131553741</id><published>2011-01-29T22:07:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T12:39:23.544-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Controle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TUSsQ1LLGrI/AAAAAAAAUtg/Ht6oWHOaYoA/s1600/Pombo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567764444488604338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TUSsQ1LLGrI/AAAAAAAAUtg/Ht6oWHOaYoA/s200/Pombo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje pela manhã tinha entregas que havia prometido a alguns clientes. Infelizmente, tive um problema com o carro e mudei os planos. Levei o carro ao mecânico, perguntei quanto tempo levaria o conserto, saquei de meu celular, liguei para os clientes e expliquei que atrasaria as entregas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após isso, peguei um dos livros que sempre tenho a tiracolo, sentei numa cadeira e fiquei lá aguardando o conserto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso impressionou meu amigo que consertava o carro. Disse que queria ter a minha calma e paciência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puxa, já me afligi muitas vezes, mas aprendi que não posso ter o controle sobre tudo. Imprevistos acontecem. Você até pode atrasar um pouco as coisas, mas tem que agir e, muitas vezes, esperar o conserto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 de Janeiro de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-8281884652131553741?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8281884652131553741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=8281884652131553741' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8281884652131553741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8281884652131553741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/01/controle.html' title='Controle'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TUSsQ1LLGrI/AAAAAAAAUtg/Ht6oWHOaYoA/s72-c/Pombo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-9081595597115892745</id><published>2011-01-23T16:25:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T16:40:09.832-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TTx0ZVC1sII/AAAAAAAAT1k/5RQ_PKYL-Ns/s1600/Luz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565451218017693826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TTx0ZVC1sII/AAAAAAAAT1k/5RQ_PKYL-Ns/s200/Luz3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quase 24 horas sem conexão de internet. A conseqüência: um dia de atraso na publicação desta semana. Quando isso acontece sinto um pouquinho de frustração, e este sentimento me dá vontade de não continuar, de quebrar o padrão. Então, assim que a conexão volta, eu sento aqui e começo a escrever se não, corro o risco de não o escrevê-lo mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vida da gente é complicada. Todos os dias batalhas a travar. A maioria você vence, porém, as derrotas sempre nos traz este sentimento de frustração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curta este instante também. Talvez seja o tempo que necessita para rever sua estratégia, repensar seus erros, recarregar as energias. Porém, volte assim que possível ao campo. O caminho ainda precisa ser trilhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 de Janeiro de 2011. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-9081595597115892745?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/9081595597115892745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=9081595597115892745' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/9081595597115892745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/9081595597115892745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/01/frustracao.html' title='Frustração'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TTx0ZVC1sII/AAAAAAAAT1k/5RQ_PKYL-Ns/s72-c/Luz3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-1681815497894264416</id><published>2011-01-15T20:45:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T20:57:07.439-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Temor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TTIlfsFj1CI/AAAAAAAATvA/pX0uu-5oSAk/s1600/Luz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562549716096635938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TTIlfsFj1CI/AAAAAAAATvA/pX0uu-5oSAk/s200/Luz2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aprendi a rezar em tardes de tempestade. Lembrança mais marcante de infância era o verdadeiro pavor que minha mãe tinha de tempestades. Era só o céu encher de nuvens negras, se ouvir alguns trovões distantes e ela fechava portas, janelas, cortinas. Desligava a chave-geral de eletricidade, pegava seus três filhos, levava-os para o quarto e lá, em cima da cama e no escuro, ela nos ensinava a rezar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nunca entendi direito este temor de minha mãe. Apesar de isolados, não morávamos em área de risco e nossa casa, apesar de velha, só tinha algumas goteiras que, em minha ingenuidade infantil, achava até divertido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em tempos modernos, nos achamos mais poderosos que a Natureza, não a tememos, não a respeitamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assistindo na TV as catástrofres no Rio de Janeir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o percebi que minha mãe estava mais que certa. Quando o céu avisar tempestade é necessário proteger o mais importante: as pessoas. Levá-las para lugar seguro e seco e agradecer ao Maioral por estar vivo e para livrar-nos do mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 de Janeiro de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-1681815497894264416?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/1681815497894264416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=1681815497894264416' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/1681815497894264416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/1681815497894264416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/01/temor.html' title='Temor'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TTIlfsFj1CI/AAAAAAAATvA/pX0uu-5oSAk/s72-c/Luz2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-5382111212243394986</id><published>2011-01-09T12:26:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T12:43:59.656-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a sabedoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TSnJa8Mt1_I/AAAAAAAATsU/oBHQgVYIu6E/s1600/2008_11_22%2BCasamento%2Bda%2BVan_%2B%2528098%2529_detalhe.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560196679638833138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TSnJa8Mt1_I/AAAAAAAATsU/oBHQgVYIu6E/s200/2008_11_22%2BCasamento%2Bda%2BVan_%2B%2528098%2529_detalhe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Já falei aqui sobre conhecimento e sabedoria. Citei Sócrates, um homem sábio com certeza, que afirmou “- &lt;em&gt;Só sei que nada sei&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu também não sei nada, porém, muitas vezes disse que, nos momentos de angústia e dúvidas, eu ouvia o coração. Será que o conhecimento vem de lá?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Encontrei a resposta em dois ensinamentos de OSHO:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"- Quando a mente sabe, chamamos de conhecimento. Quando o coração sabe, chamamos de amor. E quando o ser sabe, chamamos de meditação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- A sabedoria surge do encontro do coração e do intelecto."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;09 de Janeiro de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-5382111212243394986?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5382111212243394986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=5382111212243394986' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/5382111212243394986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/5382111212243394986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/01/sobre-sabedoria.html' title='Sobre a sabedoria'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TSnJa8Mt1_I/AAAAAAAATsU/oBHQgVYIu6E/s72-c/2008_11_22%2BCasamento%2Bda%2BVan_%2B%2528098%2529_detalhe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-2989819113259926083</id><published>2011-01-01T20:38:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T20:50:15.520-02:00</updated><title type='text'>1/1/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TR-tUBZE8DI/AAAAAAAATsM/ym2TebstiRY/s1600/Crep%25C3%25BAsculo%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557351024681087026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TR-tUBZE8DI/AAAAAAAATsM/ym2TebstiRY/s200/Crep%25C3%25BAsculo%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu gosto de calendários. Eles me dão a impressão de sempre haver “&lt;em&gt;recomeços&lt;/em&gt;”: a cada segunda-feira, a cada dia primeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É a esperança dividida em 12 partes. Tempo exato para cansarmos. Porém, ela renasce, com força, cada dia primeiro de janeiro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje pela manhã, fui lembrado que era 01/01/11. Um número interessante. Mais tarde me dei conta que este é o último ano da primeira década do século 21. O primeiro e o último numa só data. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lembre-se, não se pode mudar o passado, mas podemos fazer um novo começo a cada novo amanhecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;01 de Janeiro de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-2989819113259926083?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2989819113259926083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=2989819113259926083' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/2989819113259926083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/2989819113259926083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2011/01/1111.html' title='1/1/11'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TR-tUBZE8DI/AAAAAAAATsM/ym2TebstiRY/s72-c/Crep%25C3%25BAsculo%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-1751249902862837476</id><published>2010-12-25T21:46:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T21:50:18.724-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Última lição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TRaCw8demwI/AAAAAAAATsE/KE0jdE3YRR4/s1600/crep%25C3%25BAsculo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554770967783185154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TRaCw8demwI/AAAAAAAATsE/KE0jdE3YRR4/s200/crep%25C3%25BAsculo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quem conheceu meu pai superficialmente e, por azar, o pegou em um de seus dias de cara fechada não poderia imaginar a grande pessoa que foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, assisti várias pessoas passando por seu corpo sem vida, para uma última homenagem. Vi várias lágrimas escorrendo, não vou dizer por tristeza, mas pelas lembranças de um primeiro apoio, de um primeiro teto, de um primeiro emprego em uma cidade distante e de realidade dura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhou uma vida inteira na construção civil, mas, mais do que prédios, represas, escolas, estradas, ele construiu uma enorme relação de gratidão, de carinho, de realizações pessoais. Um mestre-de-obras em edificar caráter, moldar responsabilidade, construir uma profissão. Estas obras ficam para eternidade em todos esses corações. Senti muito orgulho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 de dezembro de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-1751249902862837476?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/1751249902862837476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=1751249902862837476' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/1751249902862837476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/1751249902862837476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/12/ultima-licao.html' title='Última lição'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TRaCw8demwI/AAAAAAAATsE/KE0jdE3YRR4/s72-c/crep%25C3%25BAsculo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-5075872293944809317</id><published>2010-12-18T18:02:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T18:05:48.230-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Direção</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TQ0T4Hkwz-I/AAAAAAAATrg/Q1O1Wb1jLyc/s1600/o%2Bestreito%2Be%2Bo%2Blargo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 106px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552115770444533730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TQ0T4Hkwz-I/AAAAAAAATrg/Q1O1Wb1jLyc/s200/o%2Bestreito%2Be%2Bo%2Blargo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando criança eu gostava de observar a natureza. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E nestas observações percebi o percurso da água, sempre avançando terreno abaixo e fazendo o caminho que é possível. O fogo me hipnotizava, sempre buscando seu alimento, o ar, sua busca era prá cima.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A dualidade é uma coisa incrivelmente simples e me fascina agora já adulto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Da mesma forma que água segue terreno abaixo e o fogo busca o ar acima, o amor nos leva prá frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 de Dezembro de 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-5075872293944809317?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5075872293944809317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=5075872293944809317' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/5075872293944809317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/5075872293944809317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/12/direcao.html' title='Direção'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TQ0T4Hkwz-I/AAAAAAAATrg/Q1O1Wb1jLyc/s72-c/o%2Bestreito%2Be%2Bo%2Blargo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-323623632801590900</id><published>2010-12-11T19:45:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T21:22:21.389-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TQPz7TIMLOI/AAAAAAAATrM/K4R9S1nH_y0/s1600/Motiva%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549547365923040482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TQPz7TIMLOI/AAAAAAAATrM/K4R9S1nH_y0/s200/Motiva%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Algumas vezes posso passar a impressão que é difícil escrever toda semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que imprevistos acontecem, meu humor pode ser afetado etc. Não tenho controle sobre isso. Mas também percebo que alguns aguardam o meu post. Sinto isso nos comentários carinhosos. É o que me alimenta.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sabe, eu escrevo tudo com muito prazer. Só faço o que eu gostaria que fizessem por mim. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Simples assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 de Dezembro de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-323623632801590900?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/323623632801590900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=323623632801590900' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/323623632801590900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/323623632801590900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/12/motivacao.html' title='Motivação'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TQPz7TIMLOI/AAAAAAAATrM/K4R9S1nH_y0/s72-c/Motiva%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-7402151687873699899</id><published>2010-12-04T21:12:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T21:15:40.796-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem assunto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TPrLbPBchVI/AAAAAAAATqc/VN5lELyjC4c/s1600/Em%2Balguma%2Brua%2Bde%2BItu-SP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546969559809688914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TPrLbPBchVI/AAAAAAAATqc/VN5lELyjC4c/s200/Em%2Balguma%2Brua%2Bde%2BItu-SP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tenho que ser rápido. O meu prazo está esgotado para escrever este blog e me falta um assunto pra dissertar. Então confio no Universo e sigo minha intuição.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Com a consciência que fiz o que pude com os recursos que tive, junto com entendimento que não tenho controle sobre tudo, não me afligirei.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Voltando ao exemplo da flecha: Concentrei-me, fiz o esforço necessário e soltei o arco no tempo certo. Agora o resultado não depende mais de mim, não estou mais no controle da flecha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isso é o que basta para não sentir culpa, um grande passo para ser feliz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;04 de Dezembro de 2010.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-7402151687873699899?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7402151687873699899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=7402151687873699899' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/7402151687873699899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/7402151687873699899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/12/sem-assunto.html' title='Sem assunto'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TPrLbPBchVI/AAAAAAAATqc/VN5lELyjC4c/s72-c/Em%2Balguma%2Brua%2Bde%2BItu-SP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-543318278139705504</id><published>2010-11-27T20:09:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T11:51:08.611-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TPGDiZxexxI/AAAAAAAATqU/Sb6PvQcmCoU/s1600/Lutador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544357243327006482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TPGDiZxexxI/AAAAAAAATqU/Sb6PvQcmCoU/s200/Lutador.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esta semana, numa brincadeira bem humorada do facebook, respondi um &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;quiz&lt;/i&gt; para saber qual personagem da literatura eu seria. Surpreendi-me com resultado: Dom Quixote, personagem de Miguel de Cervantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Num primeiro momento, não gostei muito. Fui comparado a um personagem que, de tanto ler histórias de heróis, achou que também era um e sai a esmo combatendo monstros e vilões imaginários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas quem de nós, muitas vezes, não nos vimos acuados por medos e aflições criadas por nossa mente, quantas lutas travadas em noites insones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bem, eu parei de lutar contra moinhos, agora eu prefiro a paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;27 de Novembro de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-543318278139705504?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/543318278139705504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=543318278139705504' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/543318278139705504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/543318278139705504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/11/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TPGDiZxexxI/AAAAAAAATqU/Sb6PvQcmCoU/s72-c/Lutador.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-6463133216873102236</id><published>2010-11-20T19:22:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T19:32:40.639-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tensão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541746401451890578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TOg8_Z3W15I/AAAAAAAATp8/rY3gfsR_EOQ/s200/...%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;Uma vez pratiquei arco e flecha. Quando assistia a desenhos animados na TV, não imaginava que fosse tão difícil. Em um momento você precisa de força e foco e depois você solta. Depois de lançar a flecha, você não faz mais nada, só observa.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Simples? ... Não é.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como na vida, em alguns momentos de estresse você precisa um pouco de força, de tensão, mas, se demorar demais, se passar do tempo você se cansará e perderá a concentração, provavelmente nem lançará a flecha e se lançá-la não atingirá o objetivo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há um momento de tensão e outro de entrega.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20 de Novembro de 2010.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-6463133216873102236?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/6463133216873102236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=6463133216873102236' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/6463133216873102236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/6463133216873102236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/11/tensao.html' title='Tensão'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TOg8_Z3W15I/AAAAAAAATp8/rY3gfsR_EOQ/s72-c/...%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-7715652413578081541</id><published>2010-11-13T21:53:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T09:33:41.621-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vazio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TN8lcJt4ZvI/AAAAAAAATpk/wK7uLkiqvOk/s1600/Trilho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539187232263923442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TN8lcJt4ZvI/AAAAAAAATpk/wK7uLkiqvOk/s200/Trilho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Escrever este blog é como uma terapia. Isso não quer dizer que seja fácil. Tenho que buscar na alma coisas que me afligem, tenho que conversar com minha mente e com meu coração.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na verdade, com o coração eu não converso, eu o abro. Faço com que ele receba de bom grado, todas as minhas angústias, minhas tristezas, minha raiva e outras coisas que me envergonho. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E apesar do peso que tudo isso causa a minha alma e mente, percebo que ele nunca enche. Esvazio alma e mente e o que sobra é amor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13 de novembro de 2010.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-7715652413578081541?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7715652413578081541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=7715652413578081541' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/7715652413578081541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/7715652413578081541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/11/vazio.html' title='Vazio'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TN8lcJt4ZvI/AAAAAAAATpk/wK7uLkiqvOk/s72-c/Trilho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-61871555210963821</id><published>2010-11-06T19:05:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T19:42:55.003-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Técnica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TNXLXWpd8lI/AAAAAAAATbM/V7BXEWelZvQ/s1600/Malha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536554918998831698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TNXLXWpd8lI/AAAAAAAATbM/V7BXEWelZvQ/s200/Malha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando decido escrever o &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; da semana e não tenho idéia do que publicar, simplesmente sento aqui e observo: notícias da semana, comentários recentes, ouço os sons ao meu redor. Em algum momento o &lt;em&gt;insight&lt;/em&gt; chega.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No dia-a-dia, muitas vezes fico confuso com o rumo dos acontecimentos. Não encontro saídas, não vejo desvios, não decifro sinais, não entendo alertas. A mente confusa não ouve o coração.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nesta eu hora eu paro com tudo. Controlo minha respiração, focalizo o horizonte, repito algo como se fosse um mantra.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sinto as tensões partindo, me liberto e assim, a intuição flui.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;06 de Novembro de 2010.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-61871555210963821?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/61871555210963821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=61871555210963821' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/61871555210963821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/61871555210963821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/11/tecnica.html' title='Técnica'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TNXLXWpd8lI/AAAAAAAATbM/V7BXEWelZvQ/s72-c/Malha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-2378186187691124598</id><published>2010-10-30T20:00:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T09:30:31.818-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O saber e o agir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TMyd4x4dvkI/AAAAAAAATbA/iS4oWEHs-6U/s1600/Sorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533971640919899714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TMyd4x4dvkI/AAAAAAAATbA/iS4oWEHs-6U/s200/Sorriso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Realmente eu não sei tudo e com certeza nunca saberei, mas, o pouco que sei farei questão de usar bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ouvi no telejornal que uma mulher morreu no desabamento do prédio em que morava. Ela percebeu que as estruturas estavam cedendo, o prédio estava prestes a desabar e ao perceber isso, entrou no prédio para pegar documentos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ela sabia que o prédio desabaria e mesmo assim, correu para o perigo e para a morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cuidado. As escolhas são suas. As responsabilidades e consequências também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;30 de Outubro de 2010.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-2378186187691124598?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2378186187691124598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=2378186187691124598' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/2378186187691124598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/2378186187691124598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-saber-e-o-agir.html' title='O saber e o agir'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TMyd4x4dvkI/AAAAAAAATbA/iS4oWEHs-6U/s72-c/Sorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-6833336459989770628</id><published>2010-10-23T20:45:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T21:19:56.050-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Agnóstico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TMNtH7lnj1I/AAAAAAAATao/L1h7VMBm1MI/s1600/Refletir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 88px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531384750363086674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TMNtH7lnj1I/AAAAAAAATao/L1h7VMBm1MI/s200/Refletir.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando mais escrevo aqui, achando que aprendi algo, logo vem alguém iluminado e num simples comentário, prova a mim, que eu ainda tenho muito a aprender.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Este é o maravilhoso mistério da vida. Talvez eu nunca tenha certeza de nada, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;por mais que estude, nunca aprenderei tudo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E quanto mais eu aprendo, mais tenho o entendimento que eu pouco sei.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;23 de Outubro de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-6833336459989770628?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/6833336459989770628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=6833336459989770628' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/6833336459989770628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/6833336459989770628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/10/agnostico.html' title='Agnóstico'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TMNtH7lnj1I/AAAAAAAATao/L1h7VMBm1MI/s72-c/Refletir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-7776397810571620900</id><published>2010-10-16T20:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T20:06:35.639-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TLovuW4nLZI/AAAAAAAATIM/9hPZY0C_qN8/s1600/Fusca+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 119px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528783966014221714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TLovuW4nLZI/AAAAAAAATIM/9hPZY0C_qN8/s200/Fusca+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quantas vezes eu tento me concentrar para escrever este blog e simplesmente não consigo. Minha mente fica passeando de um assunto a outro. Penso num tema e escorrego por outro insight. Analiso se é certo ou errado, e, claro, não sai nada.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ai eu desisto. Ponho minha mente prá descansar e ouço o meu coração.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nossa mente tem este dom, muitas vezes ela nos confunde. Ela quer racionalidade em tudo que fazemos. Mas, em meio a tanto barulho, discussões, problemas, às vezes, ela precisa de tranquilidade. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É preciso transportá-la para o silêncio do coração.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;16 de Outubro de 2010.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-7776397810571620900?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7776397810571620900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=7776397810571620900' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/7776397810571620900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/7776397810571620900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/10/meditacao.html' title='Meditação'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TLovuW4nLZI/AAAAAAAATIM/9hPZY0C_qN8/s72-c/Fusca+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-2933195412887713370</id><published>2010-10-09T21:07:00.018-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T20:02:26.645-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TLHBn4U4EwI/AAAAAAAATHs/A2R8CWeIJhU/s1600/F%C3%A9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526411108639314690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TLHBn4U4EwI/AAAAAAAATHs/A2R8CWeIJhU/s200/F%C3%A9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu já falei aqui, mais de uma vez, sobre nossa responsabilidade ao escrever ou falar sobre pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao escolher (ou espalhar) errado as palavras, podemos atingir alguém e destruir seu caráter. Isso é a mesma coisa que assassinato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Não matarás!" também é um mandamento. A responsabilidade também é nossa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09 de Outubro de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-2933195412887713370?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2933195412887713370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=2933195412887713370' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/2933195412887713370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/2933195412887713370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/10/mandamento_1328.html' title='Mandamento'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TLHBn4U4EwI/AAAAAAAATHs/A2R8CWeIJhU/s72-c/F%C3%A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-1402769200636679986</id><published>2010-10-02T18:01:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T18:32:41.319-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinceridade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TKeiidNlSoI/AAAAAAAATGg/NGx9IJyjcd8/s1600/Fusca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523562180834052738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TKeiidNlSoI/AAAAAAAATGg/NGx9IJyjcd8/s200/Fusca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Algumas pessoas acham que sou sincero ao escrever este blog. Refleti bastante sobre isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será que realmente sou sincero? Por quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E tentando me auto-analisar, descobri a resposta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sim, sou sincero. Aqui eu escrevo não somente para os leitores. Eu escrevo para mim mesmo. Para que eu me lembre quem eu sou, para saber pelo que passei, o que senti e o que sinto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo enganar a mim mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;02 de Setembro de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-1402769200636679986?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/1402769200636679986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=1402769200636679986' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/1402769200636679986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/1402769200636679986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/10/sinceridade.html' title='Sinceridade'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TKeiidNlSoI/AAAAAAAATGg/NGx9IJyjcd8/s72-c/Fusca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-8498379153910237452</id><published>2010-09-25T19:10:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T10:01:11.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Derrota</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TJ573xMsYNI/AAAAAAAATF0/ifmbQG9TvJU/s1600/Doce+Maria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520986391232405714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TJ573xMsYNI/AAAAAAAATF0/ifmbQG9TvJU/s200/Doce+Maria.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu tenho muito medo de fracassar. Isso é de todo o ser humano, faz parte&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TJ57UkgedaI/AAAAAAAATFo/R_ScTcDAbgw/s1600/Doce+Maria.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; de nosso instinto de sobrevivência, eu acho. Mas fracassar não significa o fim. Não deixamos de existir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez seja o término de um ciclo. Algo precisa ser reiniciado, reescrito, reinventado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sei da historia de um homem abandonado em um poço, vendido como escravo, condenado às catacumbas e que saiu de lá para salvar uma nação. Um viveu como príncipe desta mesma nação, virou escravo, foi abandonado no deserto, libertou seus iguais e se tornou o rei de seu povo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não, não é o fim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;25 de Setembro de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-8498379153910237452?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8498379153910237452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=8498379153910237452' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8498379153910237452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8498379153910237452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/09/derrota.html' title='Derrota'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TJ573xMsYNI/AAAAAAAATF0/ifmbQG9TvJU/s72-c/Doce+Maria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-2146364812662951049</id><published>2010-09-18T21:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T21:48:04.319-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TJVdHECASBI/AAAAAAAATFM/WMpog5SHvQU/s1600/flores+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="130" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TJVdHECASBI/AAAAAAAATFM/WMpog5SHvQU/s200/flores+2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Foi uma semana muito dura. O&amp;nbsp;cansaço me bloqueia a mente, e eu não sei o que escrever hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E com a mente eclipsada só consigo me lembrar de uma coisa: Tudo passa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E mesmo que um eclipse não seja tão comum, ele não dura muito, em breve o Sol volta a brilhar e o caminho surge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;18 de Setembro de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-2146364812662951049?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2146364812662951049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=2146364812662951049' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/2146364812662951049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/2146364812662951049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/09/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TJVdHECASBI/AAAAAAAATFM/WMpog5SHvQU/s72-c/flores+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-4044847043234612962</id><published>2010-09-11T21:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T21:26:09.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Passado, presente e futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TIwcpKEUSRI/AAAAAAAATE8/CYuKuMQY16Y/s1600/Fusca+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TIwcpKEUSRI/AAAAAAAATE8/CYuKuMQY16Y/s200/Fusca+3.jpg" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Eu não costumo olhar para trás&lt;/em&gt;”. Eu escrevi isto na última publicação e achei que alguém comentaria com indignação: “-Como não olhar para o passado?! E as lições tiradas de lá?!”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acho que as pessoas que olham muito para o passado revivem mágoas, decepções, lamentando o que já está feito, se descuidando do presente e comprometendo o futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tão pouco posso viver somente o presente. Preciso corrigir os erros do passado&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;não esquecer que todos os meus atos gerarão conseqüências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O Sr. Anô foi muito didático: não se pode mudar o passado, mas podemos fazer um futuro melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;11 de setembro de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-4044847043234612962?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4044847043234612962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=4044847043234612962' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/4044847043234612962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/4044847043234612962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/09/passado-presente-e-futuro.html' title='Passado, presente e futuro'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TIwcpKEUSRI/AAAAAAAATE8/CYuKuMQY16Y/s72-c/Fusca+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-859077238772995967</id><published>2010-09-04T19:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T19:59:52.932-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Critérios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TILM_P93XqI/AAAAAAAATEU/m5vmfqxw_yQ/s1600/Monumento+%C3%A0s+Bandeiras+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="111" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TILM_P93XqI/AAAAAAAATEU/m5vmfqxw_yQ/s200/Monumento+%C3%A0s+Bandeiras+2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Como eu escrevo quase que por impulso este blog, algumas vezes, após publicá-lo, sinto algum tipo de angústia, achando que não devia ter abordado aquele tema, ou usado tal termo ou exemplo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É. Eu não costumo olhar para trás, e o que foi feito já passou. Se errei, tentarei corrigir na próxima semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nem sempre dá para se ter esta atitude na vida. Como vamos saber se estamos certos ou errados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Para isso defini critérios: Se estou sofrendo eu fiz algo errado. A felicidade é o critério de se estar certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;04 de Setembro de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-859077238772995967?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/859077238772995967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=859077238772995967' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/859077238772995967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/859077238772995967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/09/criterios.html' title='Critérios'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TILM_P93XqI/AAAAAAAATEU/m5vmfqxw_yQ/s72-c/Monumento+%C3%A0s+Bandeiras+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-7790838392758964453</id><published>2010-08-28T19:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T12:56:38.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/THmQOke8RtI/AAAAAAAATEM/WR02U5Zkd1g/s1600/Amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/THmQOke8RtI/AAAAAAAATEM/WR02U5Zkd1g/s200/Amor.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Apesar de algumas vezes reclamar da falta da inspiração, nesses dois anos de blog descobri que tudo o que me acontece, bom ou ruim, é algo que posso usar como &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Insight"&gt;insight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; para os meus textos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Da mesma forma, também aprendi que eu preciso trazer isso para a minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo o que me acontece, de alguma forma foi atraído para mim, para que eu usasse isso para me transformar, para evoluir. E nos momentos mais difíceis, mais duros e angustiantes são de onde eu tiro as maiores lições.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu agradeço por tudo o que me acontece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;28 de Agosto de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-7790838392758964453?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7790838392758964453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=7790838392758964453' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/7790838392758964453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/7790838392758964453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/08/gratidao.html' title='Gratidão'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/THmQOke8RtI/AAAAAAAATEM/WR02U5Zkd1g/s72-c/Amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-4364271993154548486</id><published>2010-08-21T19:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T19:41:03.024-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Segredo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/THBVNt6CzwI/AAAAAAAATEE/SAL76Nnn8LQ/s1600/Flores+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="127" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/THBVNt6CzwI/AAAAAAAATEE/SAL76Nnn8LQ/s200/Flores+1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Já escrevi este blog em várias fases. Já o escrevi quando estava bem, já escrevi esgotado, cansado, confuso. Já o escrevi às pressas, com tempo sobrando. Já escrevi sorrindo, já o escrevi com olhos em lágrimas e até sob dor física. Mas, em todas as diversidades, o escrevi com Amor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Este sentimento abre as portas, ilumina o caminho, desembaraça a vida e me faz voltar todo sábado neste lugar cibernético. Aqui eu tento multiplicá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;21 de Agosto de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-4364271993154548486?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4364271993154548486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=4364271993154548486' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/4364271993154548486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/4364271993154548486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/08/segredo.html' title='Segredo'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/THBVNt6CzwI/AAAAAAAATEE/SAL76Nnn8LQ/s72-c/Flores+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-826526050697756552</id><published>2010-08-14T20:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T20:12:24.771-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Confiança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TGcgRJQ0TGI/AAAAAAAATD0/LuGygx1TwY0/s1600/Monumento+%C3%A0s+Bandeiras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="111" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TGcgRJQ0TGI/AAAAAAAATD0/LuGygx1TwY0/s200/Monumento+%C3%A0s+Bandeiras.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Algumas vezes eu penso que não conseguirei escrever nada neste blog. Quando perco a confiança tudo fica mais difícil. Ai&amp;nbsp;eu paro, revejo o que eu já escrevi, lembro pelo que eu já passei, me lembro quem eu sou e de onde vem a minha inspiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nas batalhas do dia-a-dia, muitas vezes perdemos a confiança, ficamos inseguros e tudo se torna mais difícil, pensamos que não iremos triunfar, não vemos a luz no fim do túnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lembre-se: A confiança é o seu presente divino. Você tem tudo o que necessita para vencer, o Universo sempre te ajudará a concluir o seu plano, só continue fazendo a sua parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;14 de agosto de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-826526050697756552?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/826526050697756552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=826526050697756552' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/826526050697756552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/826526050697756552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/08/confianca.html' title='Confiança'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TGcgRJQ0TGI/AAAAAAAATD0/LuGygx1TwY0/s72-c/Monumento+%C3%A0s+Bandeiras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-412122030312231802</id><published>2010-08-07T19:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T19:13:03.184-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TF3ZDtvZn9I/AAAAAAAATDA/mFyIs2Wesd4/s1600/flores+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="134" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TF3ZDtvZn9I/AAAAAAAATDA/mFyIs2Wesd4/s200/flores+3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nos comentários recentes deste blog e por email li que alguns amigos gostariam de um GPS para o coração, tudo dito de forma bastante humorada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Engraçado, eu sempre segui o meu coração, principalmente&amp;nbsp;nas horas de incertezas. O meu coração sempre foi e sempre será o meu melhor GPS. Sempre me&amp;nbsp;indicará o caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Seu eu errar? Bem, posso voltar atrás e corrigir, mas, não sentirei culpa ou remorso por ter seguido o meu coração, disso eu tenho certeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;07 de Agosto de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-412122030312231802?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/412122030312231802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=412122030312231802' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/412122030312231802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/412122030312231802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/08/coracao.html' title='Coração'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TF3ZDtvZn9I/AAAAAAAATDA/mFyIs2Wesd4/s72-c/flores+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-7239433484732145832</id><published>2010-08-01T10:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T09:08:18.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TFa1JabAjqI/AAAAAAAATC4/F2rBerOTU9w/s1600/OgAAAGUpkAcT3z5d-vVJJEUDJT-fMPUeJ9Ut0vRn0eys1KYUklrhmA8cAQjdqiH3ixt3XN5_ri3rCDtnselNCDhHz4YAm1T1UGclb1gb5ihRIr-5bwYvRVuM_xPv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TFa1JabAjqI/AAAAAAAATC4/F2rBerOTU9w/s320/OgAAAGUpkAcT3z5d-vVJJEUDJT-fMPUeJ9Ut0vRn0eys1KYUklrhmA8cAQjdqiH3ixt3XN5_ri3rCDtnselNCDhHz4YAm1T1UGclb1gb5ihRIr-5bwYvRVuM_xPv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu falei que me rendi ao &lt;a href="http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/07/gps.html"&gt;GPS&lt;/a&gt;. Engraçado, algumas vezes, o aparelho sugeria caminhos que eu achava estranhos,&amp;nbsp;tinha a&amp;nbsp;impressão que eu teria de voltar em vez de seguir em frente. Resolvi seguir as instruções só para ver no que dava. Impressionante, mesmo tendo a impressão de estar voltando, na verdade era um caminho que me fez ganhar tempo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Aprendi. Assim também é a vida.&amp;nbsp;Algumas vezes é preciso recuar um pouco, para que possamos seguir adiante com mais força.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;01 de Agosto de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-7239433484732145832?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7239433484732145832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=7239433484732145832' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/7239433484732145832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/7239433484732145832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/08/recuar.html' title='Recuar'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TFa1JabAjqI/AAAAAAAATC4/F2rBerOTU9w/s72-c/OgAAAGUpkAcT3z5d-vVJJEUDJT-fMPUeJ9Ut0vRn0eys1KYUklrhmA8cAQjdqiH3ixt3XN5_ri3rCDtnselNCDhHz4YAm1T1UGclb1gb5ihRIr-5bwYvRVuM_xPv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-6329633629626897122</id><published>2010-07-24T18:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T18:34:31.682-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vergonha</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mH5ZE3N8cxU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mH5ZE3N8cxU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu, como a maioria das pessoas, tenho vergonha te expor os meus sentimentos e por isso é difícil escrever o blog. Na verdade não de escrever mais de publicar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Esta semana, vi no facebook o vídeo &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/morris-albert/176150/traducao.html"&gt;Fellings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, gravado por Nina Simone no Festival de Jazz Montreux (1976). Se não me engano, esta é a canção mais famosa de todos os tempos, composta pelo brasileiro Morris Albert (ou Maurício Alberto), mas também tem a fama de ser ícone de música de&amp;nbsp;baixa qualidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O público ignorou a diva que, inconformada, saiu em defesa da música. Ninguém pode ter vergonha de uma música que traz à tona os mais profundos sentimentos que todos temos enterrados dentro de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Depois disso, nunca mais terei vergonha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;24 de julho de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-6329633629626897122?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/6329633629626897122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=6329633629626897122' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/6329633629626897122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/6329633629626897122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/07/vergonha.html' title='Vergonha'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-2515909879338020224</id><published>2010-07-17T19:12:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T19:28:05.514-03:00</updated><title type='text'>GPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495004071833346338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TEItFuzzoSI/AAAAAAAATB4/4qk0eR7B_o0/s200/2010-06-12+Aniversario+Thamires+073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esta semana me rendi a mais um instrumento tecnológico: GPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sempre consegui encontrar os meus caminhos, por mais difíceis e tortuosos que fossem, sempre atingi o meu destino. Entretanto, fiquei surpreso ao chegar a um destino desconhecido seguindo somente instruções enviadas por satélites para um ponto eletrônico no meu carro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depois me conformei com a idéia. Sempre segui os sinais vindos de “Cima” para fazer o meu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;17 de Julho de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-2515909879338020224?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2515909879338020224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=2515909879338020224' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/2515909879338020224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/2515909879338020224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/07/gps.html' title='GPS'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TEItFuzzoSI/AAAAAAAATB4/4qk0eR7B_o0/s72-c/2010-06-12+Aniversario+Thamires+073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-3250714831934640373</id><published>2010-07-10T18:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T19:03:44.023-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Substantivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TDjtyKcR1pI/AAAAAAAATBU/1652xmWxkpw/s1600/Under+the+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492401191630526098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TDjtyKcR1pI/AAAAAAAATBU/1652xmWxkpw/s200/Under+the+bridge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No post anterior falei sobre esperança e como só fato de pensar em perdê-la me amedronta. Esperança é um substantivo, é algo real, apesar de você não poder tocá-la, ela existe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como eu sei que ela existe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fácil. Ela aparece sempre que ouço o meu coração e o sigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10 de Julho de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-3250714831934640373?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3250714831934640373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=3250714831934640373' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/3250714831934640373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/3250714831934640373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/07/substantivo.html' title='Substantivo'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TDjtyKcR1pI/AAAAAAAATBU/1652xmWxkpw/s72-c/Under+the+bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-6982215073976295133</id><published>2010-07-03T19:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T19:51:47.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TC-12hXeqWI/AAAAAAAATA4/wzQnyVfOI3Q/s1600/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489806419062335842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TC-12hXeqWI/AAAAAAAATA4/wzQnyVfOI3Q/s320/Sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Acho que o maior medo que tenho é de perder a esperança e a fé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lógico que, como todo mundo, algumas vezes eu chego perto disso. Mas me lembro que, com fé ou sem, com esperança ou sem, há coisas que precisam ser feitas, coisas que só dependem de mim. Por mais dura que seja a realidade, tenho que continuar na batalha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas cedo ou mais tarde as coisas se resolvem e a Fé e a Esperança aparecem com toda a força, como um dia de Sol após uma noite escura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, só por hoje, continue fazendo o que é certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 de Julho de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-6982215073976295133?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/6982215073976295133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=6982215073976295133' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/6982215073976295133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/6982215073976295133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/07/acho-que-o-maior-medo-que-tenho-e-de.html' title='Medo'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TC-12hXeqWI/AAAAAAAATA4/wzQnyVfOI3Q/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-1834743804356189389</id><published>2010-06-26T18:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T19:04:05.837-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a Natureza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TCZ5DJXlE6I/AAAAAAAATAw/nHZjN4rcI20/s1600/Flores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487206290958914466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TCZ5DJXlE6I/AAAAAAAATAw/nHZjN4rcI20/s200/Flores.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esta semana, assistindo à matéria sobre as enchentes no nordeste, me impressionou o fato de quase um povoado inteiro ter sido salvo por subir em árvores e não serem arrastados pela enxurrada.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O conceito atual é que a Natureza é frágil, que a estamos destruindo ao invés de protegê-la e que sofreremos as consequências disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Acredito piamente que já estamos sofrendo as consequências e sofreremos ainda mais se não mudarmos nossas atitudes, porém, precisamos rever o conceito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Natureza não é frágil. Ela é muito mais forte que a raça humana, e, se insistirmos em agredi-la, mais cedo ou mais tarde, ela dará um jeito de eliminar o mau e começar de novo. Um novo ciclo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Casas e outras construções foram arrastados pelas águas, mas as árvores suportaram esta força e ainda salvaram as pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;26 de junho de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-1834743804356189389?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/1834743804356189389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=1834743804356189389' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/1834743804356189389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/1834743804356189389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/06/sobre-natureza.html' title='Sobre a Natureza'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TCZ5DJXlE6I/AAAAAAAATAw/nHZjN4rcI20/s72-c/Flores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-8421789457152007940</id><published>2010-06-20T14:04:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T14:13:54.581-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah! O tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TB5L7Ws6c7I/AAAAAAAATAo/Nf8WVI5Q7Jw/s1600/Espera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484904879262167986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TB5L7Ws6c7I/AAAAAAAATAo/Nf8WVI5Q7Jw/s200/Espera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cadê a publicação?! Como tinha vários compromissos para este sábado, resolvi escrever o blog pela manhã. Porém, naquele momento, resolvi usar o meu tempo disponível com outras atividades e me programei para produzir o &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; à noite. Foi a minha escolha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Não contei com a possibilidade de, como já aconteceu várias vezes, ficar sem conexão de internet, com o agravante de não ter uma &lt;em&gt;lan-house&lt;/em&gt; para me salvar. Resultado: Um dia de atraso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;É, a gente até pode vender o nosso tempo, porém, não podemos comprá-lo de volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;20 de Junho de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-8421789457152007940?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8421789457152007940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=8421789457152007940' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8421789457152007940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8421789457152007940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/06/ah-o-tempo.html' title='Ah! O tempo...'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TB5L7Ws6c7I/AAAAAAAATAo/Nf8WVI5Q7Jw/s72-c/Espera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-7362768463795159892</id><published>2010-06-12T15:00:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T17:44:45.114-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Foco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TBPwk3AqYsI/AAAAAAAAR_A/Qa-S6ZSCIlI/s1600/Festivas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481989687472710338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TBPwk3AqYsI/AAAAAAAAR_A/Qa-S6ZSCIlI/s200/Festivas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A maior dificuldade que tenho para escrever não é a falta de inspiração. As vezes são tantas idéias, tantos assuntos, inúmeras abordagens e esse excesso me atrapalha. Não consigo me concentrar e me disperso.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como nas batalhas do dia-a-dia, há muita coisa para nos dispersar e neste momento percebo que preciso fazer uma escolha logo e iniciar (ou reiniciar) a caminhada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aprendi, a duras penas, que entusiasmo e persistência são importantes, mas é preciso manter o foco. Sem isso não concluo o que comecei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12 de Junho de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-7362768463795159892?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7362768463795159892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=7362768463795159892' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/7362768463795159892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/7362768463795159892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/06/foco.html' title='Foco'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TBPwk3AqYsI/AAAAAAAAR_A/Qa-S6ZSCIlI/s72-c/Festivas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-4871471813990976681</id><published>2010-06-05T19:40:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:39:59.820-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TArTZRyiMGI/AAAAAAAAR2s/gcGrC1_1Af8/s1600/Naturall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479424327875178594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TArTZRyiMGI/AAAAAAAAR2s/gcGrC1_1Af8/s200/Naturall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Numa manhã de muito frio e garoa, daquelas que só os paulistanos conhecem, notei várias pessoas do lado de fora de um belo e aconchegante prédio saciando a vontade de um pouco de nicotina*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em vez de passar frio e contaminar o organismo com algo nocivo, por que não se aquecem com um delicioso chocolate ou chá, numa copa seca e quentinha ou em suas próprias mesas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas quem sou eu para julgar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quantas vezes insistimos em manter nossos corações e almas geladas, agindo viciadamente em manter nossos hábitos, pensamentos e ações em coisas que não fazem bem ao invés de trocar por algo virtuoso que ilumina nossa alma e aquece nosso coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Há uma lei em São Paulo proibindo que se fume em qualquer estabelecimento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;05 de junho 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-4871471813990976681?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4871471813990976681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=4871471813990976681' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/4871471813990976681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/4871471813990976681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/06/frio.html' title='Frio'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TArTZRyiMGI/AAAAAAAAR2s/gcGrC1_1Af8/s72-c/Naturall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-4579892854684111772</id><published>2010-05-29T16:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T17:08:34.229-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cautela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TAF0ASt6XUI/AAAAAAAAR2k/ksjM8ZYOB1Y/s1600/escrevo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476786170232462658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TAF0ASt6XUI/AAAAAAAAR2k/ksjM8ZYOB1Y/s200/escrevo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu acredito em tudo que escrevo aqui. Acredito que o pensamento tem poder e por isso tento direcioná-lo para o que há de melhor e confesso que muitas vezes me surpreendo com que sai destas minhas simples palavras.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aprendi que tudo o que vem naturalmente é bom, o fácil é o certo, porém, ainda sim, preciso ser responsável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu acredito no potencial das minhas palavras, por isso preciso ser cauteloso ao escrevê-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;29 de Maio de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-4579892854684111772?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4579892854684111772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=4579892854684111772' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/4579892854684111772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/4579892854684111772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/05/cautela.html' title='Cautela'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/TAF0ASt6XUI/AAAAAAAAR2k/ksjM8ZYOB1Y/s72-c/escrevo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-3796205548968980040</id><published>2010-05-22T18:22:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:52:25.911-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mantra</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474215195834132482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S_hRt4u9KAI/AAAAAAAAR2A/W9SgJaZUbnk/s200/Luz-esferas+(4).jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando acho que não vou conseguir nenhum tema relevante para escrever, quando penso que a inspiração me faltará eu paro e medito: “- &lt;em&gt;Só por mais esta semana eu vou escrever algo&lt;/em&gt;”. Sento, escrevo e publico e estou pronto para a próxima postagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É assim que temos que encarar os dias ruins, lembrar de viver um dia de cada vez e não se entregar. É só por hoje, amanhã é um novo dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Então, só por hoje eu vou ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;22 de maio de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-3796205548968980040?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3796205548968980040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=3796205548968980040' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/3796205548968980040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/3796205548968980040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/05/mantra.html' title='Mantra'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S_hRt4u9KAI/AAAAAAAAR2A/W9SgJaZUbnk/s72-c/Luz-esferas+(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-4463716389950509712</id><published>2010-05-15T18:24:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:22:36.371-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Correção</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S-8aACxS0WI/AAAAAAAAR0Y/Z__qDVfkJic/s1600/2007_04_20+-+Salvador+(32).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471620660324389218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S-8aACxS0WI/AAAAAAAAR0Y/Z__qDVfkJic/s200/2007_04_20+-+Salvador+(32).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há algum tempo, tenho publicado alguns dos &lt;em&gt;posts&lt;/em&gt; escritos originalmente pra cá ou fragmentos destes em outros espaços na imensa blogosfera. Assim, mais pessoas podem ler meus textos e compartilhar comigo o que aprendo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Algumas vezes, percebo que cometi erros e aproveito o momento para consertar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E ao consertar meus erros na produção dos textos aprendi que também posso rever minha vida e, ao fazer isso, posso encontrar alguns erros. Da mesma maneira que corrijo meus textos, posso corrigir algo que fiz e saber que isso não é ruim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Embora ninguém possa voltar atrás e fazer um novo começo, qualquer um pode começar agora e fazer um novo fim&lt;/em&gt;.” - Chico Xavier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15 de Maio de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-4463716389950509712?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4463716389950509712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=4463716389950509712' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/4463716389950509712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/4463716389950509712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/05/correcao.html' title='Correção'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S-8aACxS0WI/AAAAAAAAR0Y/Z__qDVfkJic/s72-c/2007_04_20+-+Salvador+(32).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-494454311736688839</id><published>2010-05-08T18:14:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T18:26:55.782-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S-XWlVqw__I/AAAAAAAAR0Q/G8XV25UnMCI/s1600/Natural.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469013259471355890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S-XWlVqw__I/AAAAAAAAR0Q/G8XV25UnMCI/s200/Natural.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apesar&lt;/span&gt; do cansaço da semana, este barulhinho de chuva no telhado me animou a escrever. É um som realmente mágico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E como mágica, lembro que é preciso a chuva para que apareçam as flores e destas, os frutos que alimentam e geram novas plantas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apesar do cansaço, a chuva me lembrou que preciso cuidar do meu jardim, para que ele flora e assim colher e compartilhar os frutos, selecionar sementes e plantá-las na próxima estação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Post&lt;/em&gt; concluído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;08 de Maio de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-494454311736688839?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/494454311736688839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=494454311736688839' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/494454311736688839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/494454311736688839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/05/chuva.html' title='Chuva'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S-XWlVqw__I/AAAAAAAAR0Q/G8XV25UnMCI/s72-c/Natural.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-5906387797153475393</id><published>2010-05-01T12:07:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:47:37.114-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desapego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S9xJGXm5KBI/AAAAAAAARy4/XeRTB5SVrkI/s1600/detalhe+CASAMENTO+DA+VAN_+(098)_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466324421486127122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S9xJGXm5KBI/AAAAAAAARy4/XeRTB5SVrkI/s200/detalhe+CASAMENTO+DA+VAN_+(098)_crop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estamos em maio novamente. Foi-se quase um semestre e, para mim, o ano começa. Transito para uma nova etapa, uma nova fase, busco a transformação para o melhor e luto com o meu instinto taurino para me desapegar de coisas que já não me servem mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Na verdade, todos nós a todo momento precisamos nos reciclar, valorizar o que é bom e atentar que o bom é aquilo que não nos causa dependência. Semear esperança, paz, amor. O futuro começa hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se tiver que manter alguma coisa, que seja a experiência e o conhecimento (e mesmo estes precisam ser reciclados), o mais, jogue fora. Deixe espaço para o novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;01 de Maio de 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-5906387797153475393?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5906387797153475393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=5906387797153475393' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/5906387797153475393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/5906387797153475393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/05/desapego.html' title='Desapego'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S9xJGXm5KBI/AAAAAAAARy4/XeRTB5SVrkI/s72-c/detalhe+CASAMENTO+DA+VAN_+(098)_crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-9049595459682290820</id><published>2010-04-24T16:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:00:01.101-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Detalhes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S9NNSt9WKsI/AAAAAAAARtY/4slxYqX3zQY/s1600/berelando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 138px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463795756900428482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S9NNSt9WKsI/AAAAAAAARtY/4slxYqX3zQY/s200/berelando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meus &lt;i&gt;posts &lt;/i&gt;são pequenos propositalmente. Não por falta de criatividade ou preguiça de escrever. No Universo cibernético tudo precisa ser rápido, instantâneo ou se perde o interesse. Isso é um pouco triste.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todavia, os verdadeiros iluminados são aqueles que prestam atenção às pequenas coisas, aos pequenos detalhes. Um pequeno espinho atrasa a caminhada do mais forte dos peregrinos. Um ser microscópico como um vírus, derruba gigantes. Um segundo de distração e a tragédia está consumada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tenho que estar atento às pequenas coisas, não tropeço nas montanhas do horizonte, e sim, nas pequenas pedras do caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;24 de Abril de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-9049595459682290820?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/9049595459682290820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=9049595459682290820' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/9049595459682290820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/9049595459682290820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/04/detalhes_24.html' title='Detalhes'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S9NNSt9WKsI/AAAAAAAARtY/4slxYqX3zQY/s72-c/berelando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-1127347340814773449</id><published>2010-04-17T15:16:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:26:06.735-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Generosidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S8n8pa45cmI/AAAAAAAARs0/Ofrs_3D1HIw/s1600/2006_03_19+-+Club+Med-RJ+018_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461173811686240866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S8n8pa45cmI/AAAAAAAARs0/Ofrs_3D1HIw/s200/2006_03_19+-+Club+Med-RJ+018_crop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os leitores deste blog são muito generosos comigo. Em seus comentários dizem o que sentem, o que acham e muitas vezes até agradecem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isso, às vezes, me deixa constrangido. Me cai a ficha que não sou tudo aquilo que pensam e/ou falam de mim, muito pelo contrário, tenho meus problemas, cometo meus erros, tropeço pelo caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porém, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;compartilhando&lt;/span&gt; a generosidade, me torno instrumento que, da mesma forma que aprende, ensina. Não tenho culpas, tão pouco me vanglorio, soluciono meus problemas, desfaço meus erros, me levanto e continuo, mais seguro e feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;17 de Abril de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-1127347340814773449?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/1127347340814773449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=1127347340814773449' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/1127347340814773449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/1127347340814773449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/04/generosidade.html' title='Generosidade'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S8n8pa45cmI/AAAAAAAARs0/Ofrs_3D1HIw/s72-c/2006_03_19+-+Club+Med-RJ+018_crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-6896480896284270111</id><published>2010-04-10T18:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T18:36:26.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S8DvAK_0U0I/AAAAAAAARrA/HYpSlrAOGkY/s1600/2007_12_29_039_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458625534604104514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S8DvAK_0U0I/AAAAAAAARrA/HYpSlrAOGkY/s200/2007_12_29_039_crop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Parece que polêmica não é o meu forte. Nesses dois anos de blog não recebi nenhuma crítica, reclamação ou qualquer tipo de agressão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não sei se isso é bom ou ruim, um pouco de polêmica ajuda a manter um bom debate, diferentes pontos de vista são expostos. Parece que entre os leitores do blog só tem gente do bem e, por sorte, também gostam de se fazerem ouvir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isso é importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;O que mais preocupa não é o grito dos violentos, nem dos corruptos, nem dos desonestos, nem dos sem ética. O que mais preocupa é o silêncio dos bons&lt;/i&gt;”. - Martin Luther King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10 de Abril de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-6896480896284270111?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/6896480896284270111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=6896480896284270111' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/6896480896284270111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/6896480896284270111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/04/parece-que-polemica-nao-e-o-meu-forte.html' title='Silêncio'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S8DvAK_0U0I/AAAAAAAARrA/HYpSlrAOGkY/s72-c/2007_12_29_039_crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-8785315192274501795</id><published>2010-04-03T15:13:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T12:45:09.115-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o mal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S7eRzCDVdeI/AAAAAAAARoc/_RwgK19f6bI/s1600/Refletir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455989779492861410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S7eRzCDVdeI/AAAAAAAARoc/_RwgK19f6bI/s200/Refletir.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Notei que há um certo preconceito ou receio em escrever sobre este tema. Eu mesmo, nunca escrevi, mas não por receio ou superstição. Talvez me faltasse uma oportunidade ou achei que falar sobre o bem era mais simpático. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na verdade, foi uma escolha que fiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tudo é uma escolha. Ir por um caminho ao invés de outro; vestir determinada roupa, assistir um filme, quem vai nos acompanhar no caminho etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Santo Agostinho, em sua sapiência, diz que o mal não é uma criação natural, não é um "ser" e sim a ausência de outro: o bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não me lembro de ver na Natureza o mal. Animais, plantas e até as próprias crianças, com o intelecto ainda não desenvolvido não praticam maldades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O mal é uma escolha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;03 de Abril de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-8785315192274501795?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8785315192274501795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=8785315192274501795' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8785315192274501795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/8785315192274501795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/04/sobre-o-mal.html' title='Sobre o mal'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S7eRzCDVdeI/AAAAAAAARoc/_RwgK19f6bI/s72-c/Refletir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-1294136516044161764</id><published>2010-03-27T11:30:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T11:47:06.868-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trânsito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S64Y65LlHHI/AAAAAAAAQwI/JjXL9PAGHms/s1600/choque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453323598853119090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S64Y65LlHHI/AAAAAAAAQwI/JjXL9PAGHms/s320/choque.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tenho sofrido com trânsito nos últimos dias. Acho que é o problema de todos os paulistanos. Saio mais cedo, busco caminhos alternativos, mas, os atrasos são inevitáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fora o excesso de carros, a falta de transporte público de boa qualidade, algo me assusta mais. Tenho notado que várias vezes que fico parado no trânsito, muitas vezes o motivo é um acidente. Só nesta semana foram quatro acidentes graves, com vítimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que na correria do dia-a-dia, no caos urbano, a cabeça cheia de problemas esquecemos de nossa responsabilidade com a vida. Estamos aqui para evoluir e preservar a vida (de qualquer espécie) é o principal ponto desta evolução. Como “amar o próximo”, “não matar!” também é um mandamento, e isto inclui não tirar a própria vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;27 de Março de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-1294136516044161764?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/1294136516044161764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=1294136516044161764' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/1294136516044161764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/1294136516044161764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/03/transito.html' title='Trânsito'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S64Y65LlHHI/AAAAAAAAQwI/JjXL9PAGHms/s72-c/choque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925148123333142823.post-3704979566590154573</id><published>2010-03-20T18:53:00.030-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T12:41:10.332-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotografias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S6VF6bsQglI/AAAAAAAAQuk/gDE4iIdXlY8/s1600-h/OAAAAJswdiVueIVCrWvETQPAZfrR8i1mZ_9j0ntqQV4tn9d24yP-Mt-CbldL3rc56RDQfXriWvt1ytTrDgkE1cdtnxkAm1T1UD0T3-WG7qUC-EULuldy6MAU51XQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 88px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450839794169971282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S6VF6bsQglI/AAAAAAAAQuk/gDE4iIdXlY8/s200/OAAAAJswdiVueIVCrWvETQPAZfrR8i1mZ_9j0ntqQV4tn9d24yP-Mt-CbldL3rc56RDQfXriWvt1ytTrDgkE1cdtnxkAm1T1UD0T3-WG7qUC-EULuldy6MAU51XQ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu gosto de fotos. Gosto de fotografar pessoas e paisagens. Não sou muito bom com fotos “artísticas” e por isso a maioria das fotos deste blog são de autoria do meu primo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/almanery/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fernando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, mas pessoas, estas sim, são a minha especialidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gosto da idéia de eternizar um momento feliz, um sorriso, um abraço amigo, um lugar bonito. Nem sempre consigo e às vezes a própria tecnologia me atrapalha, mas sigo tentando e, para o bem de todos, acerto mais do que erro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como eu não posso fotografar pensamentos, eu os escrevo. Muitas vezes eu volto aqui, como num álbum de fotos, para rever meus pensamentos e de meus amigos, deixados nos comentários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;20 de Março de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925148123333142823-3704979566590154573?l=txlneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3704979566590154573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925148123333142823&amp;postID=3704979566590154573' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/3704979566590154573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925148123333142823/posts/default/3704979566590154573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txlneto.blogspot.com/2010/03/fotografias.html' title='Fotografias'/><author><name>Neto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14549430106227483295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/SkzgEPpfqyI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OBZsXwzE2hM/S220/orkut+07_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HpNYTxx2B8/S6VF6bsQglI/AAAAAAAAQuk/gDE4iIdXlY8/s72-c/OAAAAJswdiVueIVCrWvETQPAZfrR8i1mZ_9j0ntqQV4tn9d24yP-Mt-CbldL3rc56RDQfXriWvt1ytTrDgkE1cdtnxkAm1T1UD0T3-WG7qUC-EULuldy6MAU51XQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
