<?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-25291339</id><updated>2012-02-14T14:43:44.892Z</updated><title type='text'>né na net</title><subtitle type='html'>*****  SENTA-TE AÍ</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-3809607672959221492</id><published>2009-06-22T10:38:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:00:31.728+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FÉ IMPLICA ACÇÃO E CONFIANÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Há muitos momentos da nossa vida em que sentimos medo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E o medo limita-nos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Limita o nosso viver, os nossos sonhos bem como a sua concretização, limita a nossa felicidade…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Há pessoas que têm medo de dar um passo em frente, de assumir compromissos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;de se lançarem em projectos de vida que sempre sonharam mas têm medo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O medo limita-nos e não nos deixa viver…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portal.ecclesia.pt/ecclesiaout/liturgia/liturgia_site/lit_dia/ano_b/ld_anob_ver.asp?cod_ano_b=43"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;No Evangelho do Domingo passado, o XII do tempo comum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jesus ia dormindo na barca com os discípulos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;« Levantou-se então uma grande tormenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&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"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;e as ondas eram tão altas que enchiam a barca de água.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Foram acordar Jesus e Ele com voz forte acalmou o vento e as ondas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Depois disse-lhes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;«Porque estais tão assustados? Ainda não tendes fé?»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A nossa Fé implica Acção e Confiança!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nós com o medo não agimos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Limitamo-nos a esperar ou a rezar a Deus para que nos salve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Muitas vezes esperamos que os outros resolvam por nós…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O medo limita a nossa capacidade de acção e anula a nossa confiança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Temos que sair do nosso comodismo e fazermos nós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;em vez de esperarmos sempre pela iniciativa dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Não adianta rezar pela paz no mundo quando nós próprios somos construtores de guerras e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;intrigas na nossa família, com os vizinhos, na nossa terra…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não adianta rezar para que Deus acabe com a fome se nós temos gente à nossa volta a passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;fome e nada fazemos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;É importante rezar e pedir a Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas também é muito importante agir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;É importante pôr a nossa Fé em prática!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Manifestar a nossa Fé através das nossas obras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Será que já temos Fé?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Sj9RmRH3j3I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4PaKuc3CJlw/s400/cartoon-feepratica.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350084600212721522" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-3809607672959221492?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/3809607672959221492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=3809607672959221492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/3809607672959221492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/3809607672959221492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2009/06/fe-implica-accao.html' title='FÉ IMPLICA ACÇÃO E CONFIANÇA'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Sj9RmRH3j3I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4PaKuc3CJlw/s72-c/cartoon-feepratica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-5413007915328931015</id><published>2009-06-18T23:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:23:49.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>QUALIDADE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Sjq-KdQ38EI/AAAAAAAAAT4/EeBEuHvu-oE/s1600-h/orar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Sjq-KdQ38EI/AAAAAAAAAT4/EeBEuHvu-oE/s400/orar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348796594319257666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;O Evangelho de hoje fez-me acentuar uma certeza que tenho já há bastante tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Dizia-nos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;«Quando orardes, não digais muitas palavras, como os pagãos, porque pensam que serão atendidos por falarem muito.» Mt 6,7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A índole da questão não está na quantidade mas sim na qualidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;E depois Jesus ensina a rezar… sempre na primeira pessoa do plural!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Pai nosso…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Venha a nós o vosso reino…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;O pão nosso de cada dia nos dai hoje…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Perdoai as nossas ofensas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Assim como nós perdoamos a quem nos tem ofendido???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;E não nos deixeis cair em tentação…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Mas livrai-nos do mal!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;É o realce do espírito comunitário que todos temos ainda muito que trabalhar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;E esta do Pai nos perdoar assim como nós perdoamos…  ainda vai dar muito que fazer…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Mas com um pouco de humildade vamos conseguir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Sjq-K8NPnjI/AAAAAAAAAUA/IlQCB2iggdo/s400/Figura1.png" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348796602625531442" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-5413007915328931015?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Sjq-KdQ38EI/AAAAAAAAAT4/EeBEuHvu-oE/s72-c/orar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-4688757105222959031</id><published>2009-06-18T02:21:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T03:11:39.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Luz ao fundo do túnel</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Sjmdn6XQ4iI/AAAAAAAAATw/fRSGi0zDZkM/s400/Img006.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348479341486465570" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Hoje visitei as obras na barragem de Bemposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Andei de colete e capacete a visitar a obra e os obreiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Homens de muito trabalho e de grande Fé!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjmdntzideI/AAAAAAAAATo/NC69SpVsSWE/s400/Img005.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348479338115397090" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Santa Bárbara, padroeira dos mineiros, tem lugar de destaque na Fé destes Homens, bem como o seu altar à entrada do túnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;O objectivo desta obra é aumentar a potência de produção energética.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Para isso é necessário aplicar uma nova turbina a fim de ela, com a força da água do rio Douro, gerar energia, electricidade que vai acender a luz do nosso candeeiro sem nós sabermos bem todo o trabalho que está por detrás desta luz brilhante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Para a aplicação de uma turbina deste género é necessário fazer um túnel, por onde a água vai correr, bem como um poço, onde a água vai cair para poder fazer girar a turbina a fim de ela gerar a bendita energia e iluminar o nosso quarto para podermos dispensar a luz da candeia…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Esta alegre visita ao meu povo trabalhador fez-me reflectir acerca da “Luz ao fundo do túnel”!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Normalmente usamos esta expressão em sentido pejorativo, como que alguém está ou esteve à beira da morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Pois bem… isso não é forçosamente mau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Estes Homens alegram-se com a Luz ao fundo do túnel visto ser o alcance do seu objectivo de trabalho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;O encontro face a face com Deus, é o alcançar o objectivo final da nossa vida que é a morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Mas para isso temos que trabalhar esse nosso túnel, que é o nosso viver…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Dizia o Sr. Engenheiro que quanto mais perfeito for o túnel, mais sucesso haverá no funcionamento da turbina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Do mesmo modo quanto mais perfeita for a nossa vida mais luminoso será o nosso encontro com Deus, mais luz irradiará aos nossos amigos, tendo assim em nossas mãos a possibilidade de rogar a Deus por todos os que continuam neste mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Um grande abraço a todo o pessoal da obra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ps.: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;Para terem um pequenina ideia do trabalho realizado por estes 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desde o último post…&lt;br /&gt;Muita coisa já mudou…&lt;br /&gt;A pedido de muitas famílias e amigos o nenanet está de volta :)&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar continuar a escrever e partilhar…&lt;br /&gt;A partilha enriquece-nos a todos e quando o fazemos ficamos todos gordos como dizem os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BKqMQmF6z0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Mind da Gap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Outra vez…&lt;br /&gt;Ficaremos Todos Gordos, cheio de calorias!&lt;br /&gt;As calorias do Amor!&lt;br /&gt;Diz não ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/01/amor-light.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Amor Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; ! lol&lt;br /&gt;Até breve…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-6351143801022875181?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/6351143801022875181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=6351143801022875181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/6351143801022875181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/6351143801022875181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2009/06/outra-vez.html' title='Outra vez...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjW0yYcRopI/AAAAAAAAASo/wwfhNtX3U_Y/s72-c/voltei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-8183101980541948361</id><published>2008-04-23T23:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:52:45.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pescador de hombres - Padre Jony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Todos nós &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;temos parte integrante activa na Igreja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Descobre a tua Vocação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Faz de ti um Cristão Activo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/8183101980541948361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/8183101980541948361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/pescador-de-hombres-padre-jony.html' title='Pescador de hombres - Padre Jony'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-4800921752166050574</id><published>2008-04-16T17:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T18:00:26.217+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Never give up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a 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Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/4800921752166050574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/4800921752166050574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/never-give-up.html' title='Never give up...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SAYwjKv8PlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2IC9x4zgse4/s72-c/Never-Give-Up---Winston-Churchill-Magnet-C11750642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-8659038600979378501</id><published>2008-04-09T09:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T09:35:51.198+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ressuscitou o Senhor Jesus Cristo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R_x-_6rpF0I/AAAAAAAAALw/b76wrpeZwP8/s1600-h/Cristo_ressuscitado%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187160507373131586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R_x-_6rpF0I/AAAAAAAAALw/b76wrpeZwP8/s400/Cristo_ressuscitado%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vivemos o Tempo Pascal.&lt;br /&gt;Celebramos a Ressurreição de Nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos últimos Domingos&lt;br /&gt;escutamos nos Evangelhos dominicais&lt;br /&gt;a incredibilidade de Tomé,&lt;br /&gt;a dúvida e a incompreensão dos discípulos de Emaús.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também nós por vezes somos incrédulos como Tomé,&lt;br /&gt;temos dúvidas e ficamos confusos.&lt;br /&gt;Custa-nos a compreender racionalmente tão grande mistério.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O padre ou o diácono,&lt;br /&gt;quando vão ao ambão proclamar o Evangelho,&lt;br /&gt;dizem antes da proclamação:&lt;br /&gt;“O Senhor esteja convosco!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nós respondemos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“Ele está no meio de nós!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é o grande Mistério da Ressurreição.&lt;br /&gt;Ele está no meio de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Pois, onde estiverem dois ou três reunidos em meu nome, Eu estou no meio deles» Mt 18,20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«sabei que Eu estarei sempre convosco até ao fim dos tempos.» Mt 28,20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estejamos bem conscientes do que dizemos ao pronunciar tais palavras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“Ele está no meio de nós!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&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/25291339-8659038600979378501?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8659038600979378501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=8659038600979378501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/8659038600979378501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/8659038600979378501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/ressuscitou-o-senhor-jesus-cristo.html' title='Ressuscitou o Senhor Jesus Cristo'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R_x-_6rpF0I/AAAAAAAAALw/b76wrpeZwP8/s72-c/Cristo_ressuscitado%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-3891992447402294327</id><published>2008-03-19T23:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:33:00.730Z</updated><title type='text'>Símbolos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179598989815256882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R-Gh1qrpFzI/AAAAAAAAALo/N-iwirItAzQ/s400/DOMINGO_RAMOS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Domingo de Ramos.&lt;br /&gt;As igrejas estavam cheias.&lt;br /&gt;Procissão de velas.&lt;br /&gt;Muita gente mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;E porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Porque as pessoas têm um símbolo, algo palpável que as reverte para outra realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Temos que dar mais valor aos símbolos.&lt;br /&gt;Mais significado.&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/25291339-3891992447402294327?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/3891992447402294327/comments/default' title='Enviar 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url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R-Gh1qrpFzI/AAAAAAAAALo/N-iwirItAzQ/s72-c/DOMINGO_RAMOS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-6865552658002337017</id><published>2008-03-03T21:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:42:29.895Z</updated><title type='text'>Tom Morello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vejam uma pequena amostra de Tom Morello...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para mim, um dos melhores e mais criativos guitarristas do planeta terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7LFUva7Xe94"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7LFUva7Xe94" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Djal2nvVN9w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Djal2nvVN9w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-6865552658002337017?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/6865552658002337017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=6865552658002337017&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/6865552658002337017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/6865552658002337017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2008/03/tom-morello.html' title='Tom Morello'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-8636702719622213293</id><published>2008-02-27T13:05:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:11:26.545Z</updated><title type='text'>O Celibato</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Muito se fala acerca do celibato.&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que é a vivência e uma aproximação da realidade escatológica.&lt;br /&gt;E é-o de facto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas para mim é ainda mais que isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser celibatário é desafiar as leis da natureza humana&lt;br /&gt;em virtude de uma entrega da própria vida a Deus&lt;br /&gt;e ao Seu povo para o serviço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estar disponível para servir todo o povo de Deus&lt;br /&gt;sem acepção de pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os padres diocesanos, celibatários que são, são convidados&lt;br /&gt;a identificar-se com Cristo, o Bom Pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também eu vou ser ordenado padre dia 1 de Junho.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso escolhi como lema para a minha ordenação,&lt;br /&gt;e para a minha vida, a frase do Evangelho de S. João:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171647822721500754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R8ViS1C8xlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/6xLZImdtriQ/s320/BPastor7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“O bom pastor dá a vida pelas suas ovelhas” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jo 10,11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Bom Pastor é Cristo,&lt;br /&gt;e as suas ovelhas somos todos nós, o povo de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Também eu, com a Graça de Deus,&lt;br /&gt;quero identificar-me com Cristo.&lt;br /&gt;Também eu entrego a minha vida pelo povo.&lt;br /&gt;Estou assim ao serviço do povo,&lt;br /&gt;com disponibilidade para o povo&lt;br /&gt;em nome de Cristo, o Bom Pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajudai-me Senhor ser imagem do Bom Pastor.&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/25291339-8636702719622213293?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8636702719622213293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=8636702719622213293&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/8636702719622213293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/8636702719622213293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-celibato.html' title='O Celibato'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R8ViS1C8xlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/6xLZImdtriQ/s72-c/BPastor7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-1452642139265907985</id><published>2008-02-20T18:20:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:37:40.041Z</updated><title type='text'>Bin Laden</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="366" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3743ae55454bf5c6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1452642139265907985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=1452642139265907985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/1452642139265907985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/1452642139265907985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2008/02/bin-laden.html' title='Bin Laden'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-9159584153791017243</id><published>2008-02-19T21:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:11:29.067Z</updated><title type='text'>O mal existe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R7tFLFC8xjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dGZBsRLtOUU/s1600-h/flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168801053973202482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R7tFLFC8xjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dGZBsRLtOUU/s400/flor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recebi um e-mail bastante interessante…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fala da questão do mal. Será que o mal existe? Ou será apenas ausência de bem.&lt;br /&gt;O frio não existe. Existe sim ausência de calor.&lt;br /&gt;A escuridão não existe. Existe sim ausência de luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mal também não existe.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos por si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;O mal é simplesmente a ausência de bem.&lt;br /&gt;O mal é uma definição que o homem criou para descrever a ausência de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus não criou o mal.&lt;br /&gt;Não é como a fé ou como o amor, que existem como existem o calor e a luz.&lt;br /&gt;O mal é o resultado da humanidade não ter Deus presente em seus corações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta teoria é atribuída a Albert Einstein nos seus tempos de juventude.&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/25291339-9159584153791017243?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/9159584153791017243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=9159584153791017243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/9159584153791017243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/9159584153791017243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-mal-existe.html' title='O mal existe?'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R7tFLFC8xjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dGZBsRLtOUU/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-5275068215457273454</id><published>2008-02-14T22:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:24:39.349Z</updated><title type='text'>Cultura geral…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Na minha caixa de correio electrónico recebo de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Coisas muito interessantes, coisas muito úteis, coisas sem jeito, spam, etc…&lt;br /&gt;Recebi um e-mail de uma amiga bastante curioso e instrutivo para a cultura geral de todos.&lt;br /&gt;Vocês já devem estar fartos de ler isto. É à cerca de expressões populares vulgarmente utilizadas. Mesmo assim passo a apresentar para quem ainda não sabe:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://bell-tira-teimas.blogspot.com/2007/09/erro-crasso.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Erro crasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRhb-FbFyJE/RvrSDvh_RvI/AAAAAAAAA3w/u0cN2m4-QRU/s1600-h/crassus%5B1%5D.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Significado:&lt;/strong&gt; Erro grosseiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Origem:&lt;/strong&gt; Na Roma antiga havia o Triunvirato: o poder dos generais era dividido por três pessoas. No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Primeiro_triunvirato" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;primeiro destes Triunviratos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; , tínhamos: Caio Júlio, Pompeu e Crasso. Este último foi incumbido de atacar um pequeno povo chamado Partos. Confiante na vitória, resolveu abandonar todas as formações e técnicas romanas e simplesmente atacar. Ainda por cima, escolheu um caminho estreito e de pouca visibilidade. Os partos, mesmo em menor número, conseguiram vencer os romanos, sendo o general que liderava as tropas um dos primeiros a cair. Desde então, sempre que alguém tem tudo para acertar, mas comete um erro estúpido, dizemos tratar-se de um "&lt;br /&gt;erro crasso".&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166964229604689442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R7S-l1C8xiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bMnUKS_rCRc/s400/crassus%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-5275068215457273454?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5275068215457273454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=5275068215457273454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/5275068215457273454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/5275068215457273454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2008/02/cultura-geral.html' title='Cultura geral…'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R7S-l1C8xiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bMnUKS_rCRc/s72-c/crassus%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-5042262948305882624</id><published>2008-01-28T20:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:45:26.459Z</updated><title type='text'>Em Montalegre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x8awKkTSjXg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x8awKkTSjXg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-5042262948305882624?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5042262948305882624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=5042262948305882624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/5042262948305882624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/5042262948305882624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2008/01/em-montalegre.html' title='Em Montalegre...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-8848310537193823964</id><published>2008-01-21T23:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:35:55.725Z</updated><title type='text'>Chorar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R5UrTlr_wmI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WabSYEJwkQU/s1600-h/lagrima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158076563756925538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R5UrTlr_wmI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WabSYEJwkQU/s400/lagrima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;“Quando nos deixamos prender a alguém, arriscamo-nos a chorar de vez em quando. Mas isso não é necessariamente mau.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saint-Exupéry&lt;/em&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/25291339-8848310537193823964?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8848310537193823964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=8848310537193823964&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/8848310537193823964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/8848310537193823964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2008/01/chorar.html' title='Chorar...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R5UrTlr_wmI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WabSYEJwkQU/s72-c/lagrima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-2843828417732888908</id><published>2008-01-07T22:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:20:34.381Z</updated><title type='text'>Esquece a luz fundida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153031948574114370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R4M_QVr_wkI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AetN-HuuCqg/s400/arvore+de+natal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;É tempo de Natal…&lt;br /&gt;Muitos de nós decoramos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;árvores&lt;/span&gt; de natal com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;luzinhas&lt;/span&gt; de pisca-pisca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nas ruas também há muitas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;luzinhas&lt;/span&gt; pisca-pisca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;luzinhas&lt;/span&gt; são belíssimas e o seu conjunto causa uma harmonia deliciosa, bela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bonita mesmo de ver pá.&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas luzes, de uma maneira muito coordenada, criam assim de harmonia linda e agradável aos nossos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas por vezes há uma luz fundida na árvore.&lt;br /&gt;Há quem olhe apenas para a luz fundida.&lt;br /&gt;Há quem olhe para a harmonia que causam todas as outras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na vida é igual.&lt;br /&gt;Há aqueles que se fixam apenas num erro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e deixam de lado toda a beleza que tem a sua vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós não podemos ser assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temos que nos alegrar com os dons que Deus nos deu,&lt;br /&gt;Com as conquistas e vitorias,&lt;br /&gt;Com os momentos de alegria e felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos que dar mais realce a estes momentos e deixar de lado a luz fundida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temos que deixar de lado os momentos menos bons da nossa vida &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para dar lugar ao amor e à felicidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/25291339-2843828417732888908?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/2843828417732888908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=2843828417732888908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/2843828417732888908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/2843828417732888908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2008/01/esquece-luz-fundida.html' title='Esquece a luz fundida...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R4M_QVr_wkI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AetN-HuuCqg/s72-c/arvore+de+natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-3785199072607452812</id><published>2008-01-03T10:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-03T10:23:24.241Z</updated><title type='text'>Santa Maria, mãe de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R3y29Fr_wjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/q6mDViCSzZo/s1600-h/Maria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151193234419991090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R3y29Fr_wjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/q6mDViCSzZo/s400/Maria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Maria conservava todas estas palavras, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;meditando-as em seu coração."&lt;/span&gt; Lc 2,19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Observar”, “conservar” e “meditar”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;significa ter a sensibilidade para entender os sinais de Deus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e ter a sabedoria da fé para saber lê-los à luz do plano de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-3785199072607452812?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/3785199072607452812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=3785199072607452812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/3785199072607452812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/3785199072607452812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2008/01/santa-maria-me-de-deus.html' title='Santa Maria, mãe de Deus'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R3y29Fr_wjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/q6mDViCSzZo/s72-c/Maria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-1132494570972125584</id><published>2007-12-29T23:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-30T00:04:23.082Z</updated><title type='text'>Sagrada Família</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R3bdeFr_wiI/AAAAAAAAAJo/gIUpe8xhiFg/s1600-h/Sagrada+Familia+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149546732937265698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R3bdeFr_wiI/AAAAAAAAAJo/gIUpe8xhiFg/s400/Sagrada+Familia+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Neste domingo celebramos a Festa da Sagrada Família.&lt;br /&gt;A família é a base da sociedade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;A liturgia da Palavra deste Domingo fala-nos em…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Honrar os pais” Sir 3,2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…a tua caridade para com teu pai nunca será esquecidae converter-se-á em desconto dos teus pecados…” Sir 3,14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os nossos pais são pessoas tão queridas e importantes na nossa vida que merecem toda a nossa atenção, todo o nosso carinho e apoio, todo o nosso Amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Suportai-vos uns aos outros e perdoai-vos mutuamente se algum tiver razão de queixa contra outro.Tal como o Senhor vos perdoou, assim deveis fazer vós também.” Col 3,13 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É urgente pôr esta frase de S. Paulo em prática.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais existem divórcios, desentendimentos e chatices entre os casais… talvez seja falta de perdão e paciência entre os dois…&lt;br /&gt;É difícil &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;perdoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mas… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fortalece o Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/25291339-1132494570972125584?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1132494570972125584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=1132494570972125584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/1132494570972125584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/1132494570972125584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/12/sagrada-famlia.html' title='Sagrada Família'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R3bdeFr_wiI/AAAAAAAAAJo/gIUpe8xhiFg/s72-c/Sagrada+Familia+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-7823545125697796494</id><published>2007-12-24T04:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-24T04:20:51.180Z</updated><title type='text'>Abre as portas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria e José não têm onde pernoitar… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus não tem onde nascer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre as portas da tua vida a Maria e a José…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oferece o teu Coração para berço do Menino Jesus…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama e sê Feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Feliz Natal e um belo ano de 2008&lt;br /&gt;Forte abraço do vosso amigo &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nelson Silva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147389486828601842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R28zd1r_wfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XlIsphvHotk/s400/presepio%25202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-7823545125697796494?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7823545125697796494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=7823545125697796494&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/7823545125697796494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/7823545125697796494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/12/abre-as-portas.html' title='Abre as portas...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R28zd1r_wfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XlIsphvHotk/s72-c/presepio%25202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-4874147338668623734</id><published>2007-12-22T14:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-22T15:31:57.039Z</updated><title type='text'>Tu conheces a minha alma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabes bem o que se me impõe fazer nela. Fá-lo, pois, ao teu jeito. Atrai-me a Ti, Deus meu. Enche-me de puro amor a Ti só. Não permitas que jamais me aparte do caminho do teu amor. Mostra-mo com clareza e não permitas que alguma vez o abandone. É quanto me basta. Deixo tudo nas tuas mãos. Tu me guiarás sem desvio algum, sem perigo, e eu te amarei deveras. Pertencer-te-ei exclusivamente. Nada temerei, porque estarei sempre nas tuas mãos e jamais te deixarei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thomas Merton in Diálogos com o Silêncio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-4874147338668623734?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/4874147338668623734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=4874147338668623734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/4874147338668623734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/4874147338668623734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/12/tu-conheces-minha-alma.html' title='Tu conheces a minha alma...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-6520304097971864978</id><published>2007-12-20T19:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-24T15:09:39.912Z</updated><title type='text'>Hasta siempre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R2_K3lr_wgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/wPBr_wssU9c/s1600-h/M%C3%A1rio+Bigodes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147555955466027522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R2_K3lr_wgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/wPBr_wssU9c/s400/M%C3%A1rio+Bigodes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mário Bigodes, olha por todos nós junto do Pai...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-6520304097971864978?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/6520304097971864978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=6520304097971864978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/6520304097971864978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/6520304097971864978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/12/hasta-siempre.html' title='Hasta siempre...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R2_K3lr_wgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/wPBr_wssU9c/s72-c/M%C3%A1rio+Bigodes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-7284169287627170029</id><published>2007-12-15T22:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:10:35.783Z</updated><title type='text'>Quem quer uma Igreja a preto e branco?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Século XXI.&lt;br /&gt;A idade média já lá vai...&lt;br /&gt;Muita água correu pelos rios e desaguou nos mares ao longo da história...&lt;br /&gt;Houve vitórias, conquistas, descobertas...&lt;br /&gt;O Homem foi evoluindo, crescendo e desenvolvendo-se...&lt;br /&gt;Foi-se desenvolvendo e criando para si próprio melhores condições de vida, conforto, bem-estar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surge a fotografia, o cinema, a televisão.&lt;br /&gt;No início tudo era a preto e branco mas depois surge a cor e tudo se torna mais real e verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Graças à luz podemos ver a cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R2RbZlr_wcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FisxP-RE_lE/s1600-h/cores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144337169535451586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R2RbZlr_wcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FisxP-RE_lE/s400/cores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo colorido é o sonho de qualquer criança.&lt;br /&gt;Vemos como as crianças adoram cores vivas e variadas.&lt;br /&gt;A cor atrai as crianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como um jardim.&lt;br /&gt;Sem cor perde a sua graça, perde o seu sentido e essência de existência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Igreja, nos primeiros tempos, era muito colorida. Vivia-se, celebrava-se, festejava-se e dava-se acção de graças com muita Alegria e muita cor.&lt;br /&gt;Depois veio a romanização da Igreja... tudo começou a ficar escuro... desapareceu muita luz e começou a predominar o preto e branco. Foi como que um desbotar de um arco-íris para dar lugar a uma nuvem cinzenta.&lt;br /&gt;A ausência de luz veio assim dar uns tons de preto e branco à Igreja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vivemos numa geração a cores.&lt;br /&gt;O Vaticano II veio abrir as portas e janelas da Igreja para arejar do cheiro a mofo e entrar uma luminosidade que faça com que as cores se tornem vivas e atraentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que se esqueceram de abrir alguma porta ou janela?&lt;br /&gt;Será que na Igreja já é outra vez tudo a cores como nos primeiros séculos ou ainda há muita coisa a preto e branco?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta de Igreja a preto e branco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Luta por uma Igreja a cores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144340781602947554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R2Rer1r_weI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7VhqpiPuJxY/s400/cor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R2RbZ1r_wdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/iTHRzV02ZZA/s1600-h/roda-de-cores.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/25291339-7284169287627170029?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7284169287627170029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=7284169287627170029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/7284169287627170029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/7284169287627170029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/12/quem-quer-uma-igreja-preto-e-branco.html' title='Quem quer uma Igreja a preto e branco?'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R2RbZlr_wcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FisxP-RE_lE/s72-c/cores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-3318715144601755766</id><published>2007-12-12T18:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-12T18:36:41.992Z</updated><title type='text'>Ordenação Diaconal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É sempre com grande alegria que a Igreja chama e acolhe aqueles que se disponibilizam ao Sacramento da Ordem.&lt;br /&gt;Alegria, foi o que não faltou na Catedral de Bragança dia 8 de Dezembro, Solenidade da Imaculada Conceição.&lt;br /&gt;Muito povo de Azinhoso, Pereira, Vilar Seco, Mogadouro, Macedo, e de outros pontos do país se fez à estrada em direcção a Bragança.&lt;br /&gt;Havia também muitos clérigos. Uns eram da Bragançanos mas outros eram de longe… Vila-Real, Viseu, Guarda, Lamego, Porto, Lisboa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos vieram com alegria para a ordenação Diaconal do Júlio, do Nelson e do Sérgio.&lt;br /&gt;Após a Celebração houve um convívio na Escola Secundária Miguel Torga onde se petiscou, se riu e se brincou. Estourou-se o champanhe e partiu-se o bolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais três novos Diáconos para a nossa Diocese de Bragança-Miranda. Deste modo o presbitério diocesano fica mais enriquecido e rejuvenescido.&lt;br /&gt;Os três novos Diáconos vão continuar com o estágio pastoral, tendo agora um papel mais activo nas comunidades. Na Eucaristia assistem o sacerdote proclamando o Evangelho entre outras funções. Podem já agora também pregar, assistir em nome da Igreja aos casamentos, administrar baptizados, presidir aos ritos dos funerais, tal como administrar os sacramentais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Serviço e a Palavra são o centro do ministério Diaconal.&lt;br /&gt;Que a nossa ordenação Diaconal seja um incentivo e um estimulo à vocação de todos vós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-3318715144601755766?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/3318715144601755766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=3318715144601755766&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/3318715144601755766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/3318715144601755766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/12/ordenao-diaconal.html' title='Ordenação Diaconal'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-1016979549916023384</id><published>2007-12-11T16:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:07:06.108Z</updated><title type='text'>Depois do retiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Depois do retiro foi a ordenação &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diaconal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Dia 8 de Dezembro, dia da Solenidade da Imaculada Conceição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora estou mais disponível para a Igreja.&lt;br /&gt;Os diáconos têm o ministério do Serviço e da Palavra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Servir e Anunciar o Evangelho aos quatro cantos do Mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem queria estar mais presente pela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;net&lt;/span&gt; mas… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não tem dado mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria agradecer a todos quantos estiveram presentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R17Absh_zzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wuqzI3SiB4c/s1600-h/imposiÃ§Ã£o+das+mÃ£os.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142759406546439986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R17Absh_zzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wuqzI3SiB4c/s400/imposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+das+m%C3%A3os.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Imposição das mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R17Acsh_z0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/KoCHiAlVgWI/s1600-h/entrega+do+Evangelho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142759423726309186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R17Acsh_z0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/KoCHiAlVgWI/s400/entrega+do+Evangelho.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Entrega do Evangelho.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142762318534266722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R17DFMh_z2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ROQAmHlcVpE/s400/Onde+est%C3%A1+o+n%C3%A9.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Onde está o Né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R16-GMh_zyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LZJgNSa3na0/s1600-h/Onde+estÃ¡+o+nÃ©.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-1016979549916023384?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1016979549916023384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=1016979549916023384&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/1016979549916023384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/1016979549916023384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/12/depois-do-retiro.html' title='Depois do retiro'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/R17Absh_zzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wuqzI3SiB4c/s72-c/imposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+das+m%C3%A3os.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-3790304515132876319</id><published>2007-11-29T11:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-29T11:58:34.324Z</updated><title type='text'>Antes do retiro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Senhor, meu Deus, não imagino sequer para onde vou,&lt;br /&gt;não vejo o caminho que se abre à minha frente.&lt;br /&gt;Não posso saber com certeza onde terminará.&lt;br /&gt;Tão-pouco me conheço realmente a mim mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;e o facto de pensar que estou a cumprir a tua vontade&lt;br /&gt;não significa que estou a cumpri-la realmente.&lt;br /&gt;Creio, porém, que o desejo de te agradar&lt;br /&gt;te agrada mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Espero manter esse desejo em tudo o que fizer&lt;br /&gt;e nunca fazer coisa alguma que se afaste deste desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que, assim procedendo,&lt;br /&gt;me conduzirás pelo caminho recto,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo quando acontecer que o não saiba.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso confiarei sempre em Ti,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que pareça andar perdido&lt;br /&gt;entre sombras de morte.&lt;br /&gt;Nada temerei, pois comigo estarás sempre&lt;br /&gt;e jamais me abandonarás diante do perigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts &lt;em&gt;in Solitude&lt;/em&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/25291339-3790304515132876319?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/3790304515132876319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=3790304515132876319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/3790304515132876319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/3790304515132876319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/11/vou-para-retiro.html' title='Antes do retiro...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-3227344092151756037</id><published>2007-09-16T10:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T10:39:56.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Findaram as Férias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Ruz4xnhyV4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/da2TcXB0HMc/s1600-h/HPIM3468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110733208466642818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Ruz4xnhyV4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/da2TcXB0HMc/s400/HPIM3468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Verão foi muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;Deu tempo para tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Fortaleci laços de amizade com amigos de ouros tempos, vi os meus familiares emigrantes, estive com os amigos da terra, fui a festas, conheci pessoas novas, terras novas, mergulhei no mar, fiz trabalho de voluntariado, tive tempo de oração… enfim, umas férias repletas de bons momentos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é tempo de trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Este próximo ano vou ficar por Bragança.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um longo peregrinar por terra estrangeira estou agora de volta às minhas gentes, ao meu povo, à minha terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prometo estar mais presente.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110733217056577426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Ruz4yHhyV5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/59UkZCPTy4o/s400/P8025474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110733225646512034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Ruz4ynhyV6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/utGYa87x3x8/s400/P9085499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110733234236446642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Ruz4zHhyV7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/6kiOvdSVSDw/s400/P9085577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-3227344092151756037?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/3227344092151756037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=3227344092151756037&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/3227344092151756037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/3227344092151756037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/09/findaram-as-frias.html' title='Findaram as Férias.'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Ruz4xnhyV4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/da2TcXB0HMc/s72-c/HPIM3468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-6807433768351958120</id><published>2007-07-16T22:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:21:42.327+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Utilitários de Verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes já se viram enrascados por não ter um utilitário abridor de garrafas?&lt;br /&gt;Aprendam aqui algumas técnicas e divirtam-se com os amigos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QhZvJwAt_mE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QhZvJwAt_mE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SXx5X_QEqJg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SXx5X_QEqJg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gHWHZiDPqU0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gHWHZiDPqU0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6QAE9crPHOY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6QAE9crPHOY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-6807433768351958120?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/6807433768351958120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=6807433768351958120&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/6807433768351958120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/6807433768351958120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/07/utilitrios-de-vero.html' title='Utilitários de Verão'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-8714847469634597024</id><published>2007-07-16T22:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:54:47.432+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gente da minha terra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero dedicar este fado maravilhoso da Mariza ao Povo de Azinhoso e Mogadouro!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A toda a gente da minha terra...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeOhPR_0x8E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeOhPR_0x8E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-8714847469634597024?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8714847469634597024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=8714847469634597024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/8714847469634597024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/8714847469634597024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/07/gente-da-minha-terra.html' title='Gente da minha terra'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-1602062323131704339</id><published>2007-07-13T16:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T16:44:38.674+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltarei brevemente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Caríssimos amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Só me falta fazer o exame de licenciatura!!!&lt;br /&gt;Será na segunda-feira (escrito) com oral na quarta-feira.&lt;br /&gt;Como devem perceber este tempo tem sido de estudo intenso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também é certo que não tenho tido net…&lt;br /&gt;Vou estar desaparecido por uns tempos…&lt;br /&gt;Pois vai ser tempo de:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086707785920508882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rpedx-ABc9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/HkmTkgGKK20/s400/ferias.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até breve…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-1602062323131704339?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1602062323131704339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=1602062323131704339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/1602062323131704339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/1602062323131704339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/07/voltarei-brevemente.html' title='Voltarei brevemente...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rpedx-ABc9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/HkmTkgGKK20/s72-c/ferias.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-6476410509436534845</id><published>2007-06-20T21:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T21:23:36.238+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele há coisas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Certas coisas na vida&lt;br /&gt;Foram feitas para ser experimentadas&lt;br /&gt;E não para serem explicadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós, os ocidentais,&lt;br /&gt;Somos racionalistas&lt;br /&gt;Queremos que tudo seja explicado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já cheguei a ouvir a certas pessoas que só acreditam naquilo que pode ser explicado e entendido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é um Erro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos ler uma enciclopédia inteira sobre o amor&lt;br /&gt;E não saber o que é amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos fazer uma tese sobre a amizade&lt;br /&gt;E não saber o que é um amigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há certas coisas que foram feitas para ser experimentadas,&lt;br /&gt;Não para ser entendidas&lt;br /&gt;Não para ser explicadas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experimenta amar e serás amado!&lt;br /&gt;Experimenta a amizade e terás um amigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-6476410509436534845?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/6476410509436534845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=6476410509436534845&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/6476410509436534845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/6476410509436534845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/06/ele-h-coisas.html' title='Ele há coisas...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-8365932806670740841</id><published>2007-06-16T14:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T00:46:44.182+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Luta contra o Racismo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DCAtiLVeyvA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DCAtiLVeyvA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ra1jsgvVUZc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ra1jsgvVUZc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-8365932806670740841?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8365932806670740841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=8365932806670740841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/8365932806670740841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/8365932806670740841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/06/luta-contra-o-racismo.html' title='Luta contra o Racismo!'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-640647814057653237</id><published>2007-06-12T21:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:44:21.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Errar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Não vale a pena viver a discutir sobre tudo;&lt;br /&gt;Faz parte da condição humana errar de vez em quando.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nietzsche&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/25291339-640647814057653237?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/640647814057653237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=640647814057653237&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/640647814057653237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/640647814057653237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/06/errar.html' title='Errar'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-7362824085863651581</id><published>2007-06-10T16:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T17:34:07.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As portas de Piódão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rmwn6hQj-jI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fST32bUILiQ/s1600-h/piodao800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074474766453439026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rmwn6hQj-jI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fST32bUILiQ/s400/piodao800x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na sexta-feira passada visitei uma aldeia chamada Piódão na Serra do Açor.&lt;br /&gt;Além de ser uma aldeia belíssima há um pormenor que me despertou muita curiosidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase todas as portas têm cruzes!&lt;br /&gt;Porquê? Interrogava-me eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntou-se a um senhor de idade que viveu lá toda a sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Ele dizia que era uma tradição muito antiga.&lt;br /&gt;No dia da adoração à Santa Cruz (Sexta-feira Santa – antes da Páscoa) coloca-se uma cruz na porta com folhas de loureiro por traz, benzidas estas no Domingo de Ramos!&lt;br /&gt;O porquê desta tradição ele não sabia muito bem dizia – “toda a vida se fez assim”!&lt;br /&gt;Dizia que servia para os livrar dos males.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Partilho convosco algumas fotos que tirei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074466915253221682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RmwgxhQj-TI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D6pYm5vEy2o/s400/P6085181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074469676917193234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RmwjSRQj-hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/WJpLwm7U1wM/s400/P6085240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074467748476877122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RmwhiBQj-UI/AAAAAAAAAFY/b7RrPadSXyI/s400/P6085176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074469676917193250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 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10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RmwiVhQj-bI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LqfqSZ-ZaNE/s400/P6085242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074468633240140226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RmwiVhQj-cI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UJ9yqjRg0VE/s400/P6085238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074468637535107538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RmwiVxQj-dI/AAAAAAAAAGg/xF_dS6NPk0g/s400/P6085247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074467752771844466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RmwjSBQj-gI/AAAAAAAAAG4/s5fpvXKZ03I/s400/P6085237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/25291339-7362824085863651581?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7362824085863651581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=7362824085863651581&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-1154313690637970547</id><published>2007-06-07T14:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:54:35.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;“No fim, acaba sempre tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;Se as coisas não estão bem,&lt;br /&gt;é porque você ainda não chegou ao fim.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Domingos Sabino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero acreditar que isto é verdade.&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/25291339-1154313690637970547?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1154313690637970547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=1154313690637970547&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/1154313690637970547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/1154313690637970547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-fim.html' title='No fim'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-5234416162824700511</id><published>2007-06-04T22:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:16:23.558+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seguir um sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;«Diz o mestre: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Lenda Pessoal não é tão simples como parece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pelo contrário, pode ser uma actividade perigosa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando queremos algo, pomos em andamento energias poderosas e já não podemos esconder de nós próprios o verdadeiro sentido da vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando queremos algo, fazemos uma escolha do preço a pagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seguir um sonho tem um preço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pode exigir que abandonemos os velhos hábitos, pode fazer-nos passar dificuldades, ter decepções, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, por mais alto que seja esse preço, nunca é tão alto como o que é pago por quem não viveu a sua Lenda Pessoal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque esses, um dia, vão olhar para trás e vão ver tudo o que fizeram e ouvir o próprio coração dizer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;«Desperdicei a minha vida.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acreditem, esta é uma das piores frases que alguém pode ouvir.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Coelho &lt;em&gt;in Maktub&lt;/em&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/25291339-5234416162824700511?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5234416162824700511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=5234416162824700511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/5234416162824700511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/5234416162824700511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/06/seguir-um-sonho.html' title='Seguir um sonho'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-1770778024355620607</id><published>2007-05-27T15:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T15:59:06.522+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentecostes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RlmciWxgEoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zW0RPIzqKJk/s1600-h/pentecostes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069254969624892034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RlmciWxgEoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zW0RPIzqKJk/s400/pentecostes.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/25291339-1770778024355620607?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1770778024355620607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=1770778024355620607&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/1770778024355620607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/1770778024355620607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/05/pentecostes.html' title='Pentecostes'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RlmciWxgEoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zW0RPIzqKJk/s72-c/pentecostes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-7338088312377561055</id><published>2007-05-25T16:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T16:34:47.369+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fico triste</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fico triste,&lt;br /&gt;Quando os meus amigos estão tristes.&lt;br /&gt;Sofro,&lt;br /&gt;Quando eles sofrem.&lt;br /&gt;Fico contente,&lt;br /&gt;Quando eles são Felizes.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de os ver,&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Rir,&lt;br /&gt;Saltar,&lt;br /&gt;Gritar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha condição depende assim de todos vós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso vos peço:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sede Felizes!&lt;br /&gt;Assim eu poderei Sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Rir,&lt;br /&gt;Saltar,&lt;br /&gt;Gritar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que eu possa ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ainda mais Feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-7338088312377561055?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7338088312377561055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=7338088312377561055&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/7338088312377561055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/7338088312377561055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/05/fico-triste.html' title='Fico triste'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-6202694962067337136</id><published>2007-05-24T15:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T16:41:49.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>THINKING BLOGGER AWARD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RlWyA2xgEnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/juxB6pNOgzY/s1600-h/thinkingbloggerpf8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068152683448242802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RlWyA2xgEnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/juxB6pNOgzY/s400/thinkingbloggerpf8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Parece que a tarefa é simples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bento45.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Horizontes da Fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" escolheu-me como um dos blogs que faz pensar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Agora cabe a mim escolher outros cinco que fazem pensar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sendo assim aqueles que me fazem pensar e aos quais passo este desafio são:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ana-xana.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cotton Candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.umjardimfechado.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jardim Fechado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.odiletante.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Diletante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peacelove17.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.derrotarmontanhas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Derrotar Montanhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Parece que necessitam pegar o selo e postá-lo passando a mais 5 amigos que dêem o que pensar através dos seus espaços!&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/25291339-6202694962067337136?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/6202694962067337136/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=6202694962067337136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/6202694962067337136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/6202694962067337136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/05/thinking-blogger-award.html' title='THINKING BLOGGER AWARD'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RlWyA2xgEnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/juxB6pNOgzY/s72-c/thinkingbloggerpf8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-6107807669527995653</id><published>2007-05-23T08:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T08:23:17.408+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As duas grandes manchas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No fim de um almoço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;apresentaram-me o Dr. Custódio.&lt;br /&gt;Homem muito empenhado e dedicado&lt;br /&gt;a si mesmo e aos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizia ele que a humanidade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no decorrer da história, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;teve duas grandes manchas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A primeira grande mancha foi a escravatura! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como é que o homem se atreveu a escravizar o seu semelhante! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foi horrível &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e o mais impressionante é que isso ainda acontece hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A segunda grande mancha cometida pela humanidade é a fome nos dias de hoje!&lt;br /&gt;É inconcebível isso poder acontecer nos dias de hoje. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Com os meios que hoje existem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;com a alimentação que se produz e não é consumida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não pode acontecer que morra gente à fome no século XXI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O incrível é que ainda hoje há escravidão.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda hoje continuam milhares de pessoas a morrer à fome!&lt;br /&gt;Porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-6107807669527995653?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/6107807669527995653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=6107807669527995653&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/6107807669527995653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/6107807669527995653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/05/as-duas-grandes-manchas.html' title='As duas grandes manchas'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-6593671661123826725</id><published>2007-05-22T13:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T15:27:47.959+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O bêbado</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;«Um mestre tinha centenas de discípulos.&lt;br /&gt;Todos rezavam à hora certa – excepto um, que estava sempre bêbado.&lt;br /&gt;No dia da sua morte, o mestre chamou o discípulo bêbado e transmitiu-lhe os segredos ocultos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os outros revoltaram-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Que vergonha! – diziam. Pois sacrificámo-nos pelo mestre errado, um mestre que não sabe ver as nossas qualidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Disse o mestre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Eu precisava de passar estes segredos para um homem que eu conhecesse bem. Os que parecem muito virtuosos, geralmente escondem a vaidade, o orgulho, a intolerância. Por isso, escolhi o único discípulo no qual eu podia ver o defeito: a bebedeira.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Paulo Coelho in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maktub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-6593671661123826725?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/6593671661123826725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=6593671661123826725&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/6593671661123826725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/6593671661123826725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-bbado.html' title='O bêbado'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-2453807620882566524</id><published>2007-05-21T22:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T22:11:23.188+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ascensão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RlIKkmxgElI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WankDhggFj8/s1600-h/the-ascension-of-christ-1958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067124154744967762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RlIKkmxgElI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WankDhggFj8/s400/the-ascension-of-christ-1958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este é o quadro da &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ascensão de Cristo ao Céu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de Salvador Dali em 1958&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-2453807620882566524?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/2453807620882566524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=2453807620882566524&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/2453807620882566524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/2453807620882566524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/05/ascenso.html' title='Ascensão'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RlIKkmxgElI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WankDhggFj8/s72-c/the-ascension-of-christ-1958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-1580690304062282516</id><published>2007-05-21T01:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T01:47:01.059+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fátima Jovem 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q3EC0TNWYNQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q3EC0TNWYNQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-1580690304062282516?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1580690304062282516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=1580690304062282516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/1580690304062282516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/1580690304062282516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/05/ftima-jovem-2007.html' title='Fátima Jovem 2007'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-7287209480669923240</id><published>2007-05-21T01:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T01:33:18.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bancos vazios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RlDoXmxgEkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1Ti8lMXUGUo/s1600-h/banco+de+jardim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066805073034613314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RlDoXmxgEkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1Ti8lMXUGUo/s400/banco+de+jardim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Neste domingo,&lt;br /&gt;na homilia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o Pe Américo dizia uma coisa muito interessante.&lt;br /&gt;A igreja tinha alguns lugares vazios!&lt;br /&gt;Isso era notório mas,&lt;br /&gt;Ele apelou que é mais importante fixarmo-nos nas pessoas que realmente estão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;do que propriamente nos lugares vazios.&lt;br /&gt;Temos contar com os que estão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e deixar de bater nos que não estão presentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se os doze apóstolos fizeram tanto…&lt;br /&gt;quanto não farão cinquenta cristãos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá que pensar!&lt;br /&gt;Com os meios que temos hoje&lt;br /&gt;Cinquenta era para fazerem muito mais do que fazem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-7287209480669923240?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7287209480669923240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=7287209480669923240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/7287209480669923240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/7287209480669923240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/05/bancos-vazios.html' title='Bancos vazios'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RlDoXmxgEkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1Ti8lMXUGUo/s72-c/banco+de+jardim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-8613418656648315800</id><published>2007-05-19T02:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T02:44:56.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Cristo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rk5WjGxgEjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-E1qGHMGVgU/s1600-h/Jesus+Cristo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066081791952032306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rk5WjGxgEjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-E1qGHMGVgU/s400/Jesus+Cristo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus Cristo AmA-te!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim, tal como és!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um Amor correspondido dá muito mais fruto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AmA-O tu também!&lt;/strong&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/25291339-8613418656648315800?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8613418656648315800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=8613418656648315800&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/8613418656648315800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/8613418656648315800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/05/jesus-cristo.html' title='Jesus Cristo'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rk5WjGxgEjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-E1qGHMGVgU/s72-c/Jesus+Cristo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-415705478610856724</id><published>2007-05-16T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T12:24:32.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rkt432xgEhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rre-8CE26rU/s1600-h/viver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065275106899530258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rkt432xgEhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rre-8CE26rU/s400/viver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nós temos vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estamos vivos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Viver é saltar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pular,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;correr,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fazer barulho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gritar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;falar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mexer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;enfim…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É o oposto à morte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;estar quieto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sempre indiferente a tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grita bem alto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu Vivo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Não sou indiferente!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho opinião!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065275961598022178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rkt5pmxgEiI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hJ_5E9HoIPg/s400/viver1.jpg" border="0" /&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/25291339-415705478610856724?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/415705478610856724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=415705478610856724&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/415705478610856724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/415705478610856724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/05/viver.html' title='Viver'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rkt432xgEhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rre-8CE26rU/s72-c/viver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-3057189987598279549</id><published>2007-05-15T20:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:16:55.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Subi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RkoVJJRxozI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BrO1GCJHdz0/s1600-h/Subi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064883977785025330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RkoVJJRxozI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BrO1GCJHdz0/s400/Subi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RkoPR5RxoxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/kC3lYJt9ynk/s1600-h/na+Serra+do+Caramulo.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subi à montanha para ver se te via! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto eu subia alguém descia!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064878278363423522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RkoP9ZRxoyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lINfHY7x_1g/s400/No+fim+do+dia+cheguei+ao+cume!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/25291339-3057189987598279549?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/3057189987598279549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=3057189987598279549&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/3057189987598279549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/3057189987598279549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/05/subi.html' title='Subi...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RkoVJJRxozI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BrO1GCJHdz0/s72-c/Subi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-3394008296172079514</id><published>2007-05-14T12:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T13:44:13.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafiaram-me!</title><content type='html'>A &lt;a href="http://peacelove17.blogspot.com/"&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love&lt;/a&gt; desafiou-me!&lt;br /&gt;O desafio consiste em completar as frases.&lt;br /&gt;Cá vai disto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero: ajudar os outros a serem felizes.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho: que chegar lá.&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho: que estou no caminho da minha realização pessoal.&lt;br /&gt;Eu odeio: pessoas que não vivem, a mentira, ingratos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto: que o tempo passa muito depressa.&lt;br /&gt;Eu escuto: Manu Chao.&lt;br /&gt;Eu cheiro: tudo antes de comer.&lt;br /&gt;Eu imploro: respeito pelos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Eu procuro: tudo aquilo que nunca encontrei.&lt;br /&gt;Eu arrependo-me: por vezes de dizer aquilo que penso, isso já me trouxe sérios problemas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo: a Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto dor: quando os meus conhecidos sofrem.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto a falta: dos meus amigos que estão longe.&lt;br /&gt;Eu importo-me: quando faço aquilo que não quero.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre: procuro a vitoria.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não fico: de braços cruzados ver a vida passar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito: no Amor, amizade, em tudo que não se vê mas se sente.&lt;br /&gt;Eu danço: quando estou de muito contente.&lt;br /&gt;Eu canto: no coro do conservatório (ups, tenho faltado aos ensaios!).&lt;br /&gt;Eu choro: quando estou muito triste e o meu coração se despedaça.&lt;br /&gt;Eu falho: quando não estou atento!&lt;br /&gt;Eu luto: muito.&lt;br /&gt;Eu escrevo: sempre que posso.&lt;br /&gt;Eu ganho: amigos onde quer que vá!&lt;br /&gt;Eu perco: tempo em aturar alguns... nah…. Eu nunca perco tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu confundo-me: com os meus adversários.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou: aqui a resolver este desafio.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico feliz: quando vejo os meus amigos felizes.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho esperança: que tudo vai melhorar!&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso: de todos vós.&lt;br /&gt;Eu deveria: estar mais atento aos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou: o Nelson Silva. Definir-me seria limitar-me!&lt;br /&gt;Eu não gosto: de farinheiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora acho que tenho de passar o desafio a 6 pessoas!&lt;br /&gt;As vitimas são:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caristea.blogspot.com/"&gt;Júlio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.odiletante.blogspot.com/"&gt;Catarino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.obusturistico.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carolina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ana-xana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bento45.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bento&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eu-estou-aki.blogspot.com/"&gt;Elsa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://marley-moons.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-3394008296172079514?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/3394008296172079514/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=3394008296172079514&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/3394008296172079514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/3394008296172079514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/05/desafiaram-me.html' title='Desafiaram-me!'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-322988903373348469</id><published>2007-05-10T16:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T16:04:02.587+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Emprego no IKEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RkM0P5RxowI/AAAAAAAAADw/ywPok7l4HGg/s1600-h/EmpregoIKEA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062947853772628738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RkM0P5RxowI/AAAAAAAAADw/ywPok7l4HGg/s400/EmpregoIKEA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/25291339-322988903373348469?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/322988903373348469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=322988903373348469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/322988903373348469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/322988903373348469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/05/emprego-no-ikea.html' title='Emprego no IKEA'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RkM0P5RxowI/AAAAAAAAADw/ywPok7l4HGg/s72-c/EmpregoIKEA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-5307881005254121053</id><published>2007-05-10T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:59:21.135+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Espalha a Luz, vence a escuridão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RkMyu5RxovI/AAAAAAAAADo/yRhYXMZ5dYM/s1600-h/luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062946187325317874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="188" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RkMyu5RxovI/AAAAAAAAADo/yRhYXMZ5dYM/s400/luz.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta é a Luz de Cristo&lt;br /&gt;Que ilumina a terra inteira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque ainda há amigos que partilhem,&lt;br /&gt;Amigos que confiam,&lt;br /&gt;Aqui está a Luz de Cristo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser eu a quebrar esta cadeia,&lt;br /&gt;Esta corrente.&lt;br /&gt;Não é uma corrente que aprisiona,&lt;br /&gt;Mas…&lt;br /&gt;Uma cadeia que une,&lt;br /&gt;Uma corrente acompanha o nosso caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Que ilumina os nossos passos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis a Luz de Cristo!&lt;br /&gt;Graças a Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como tenho amigos que partilham as minhas ideias…&lt;br /&gt;Passo esta Luz ao:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viverconfiante.blogspot.com"&gt;João&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a vai levar muito longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristo Ressuscitou,&lt;br /&gt;Aleluia, Aleluia!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-5307881005254121053?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5307881005254121053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=5307881005254121053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/5307881005254121053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/5307881005254121053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/05/espalha-luz-vence-escurido.html' title='Espalha a Luz, vence a escuridão'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RkMyu5RxovI/AAAAAAAAADo/yRhYXMZ5dYM/s72-c/luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-5785796164611965348</id><published>2007-05-09T15:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T15:34:09.702+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem és tu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RkHZUpRxouI/AAAAAAAAADg/-3TpuD-1gq8/s1600-h/quem_es_tu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062566404842169058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RkHZUpRxouI/AAAAAAAAADg/-3TpuD-1gq8/s400/quem_es_tu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dizemos que conhecemos muitas pessoas mas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;será que as conhecemos verdadeiramente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que é conhecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Conheces-te?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de conhecer os outros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;temos de nos conhecer a nós &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;próprios? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem és tu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É difícil responder mas gostava que respondesses...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-5785796164611965348?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5785796164611965348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=5785796164611965348&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/5785796164611965348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/5785796164611965348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/05/quem-s-tu.html' title='Quem és tu?'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RkHZUpRxouI/AAAAAAAAADg/-3TpuD-1gq8/s72-c/quem_es_tu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-5920442255661063268</id><published>2007-05-07T21:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:41:47.397+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Abre os olhos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De partir a rir!&lt;br /&gt;Viva o Benfica!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mnPqAqpwOvo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-5920442255661063268?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5920442255661063268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=5920442255661063268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/5920442255661063268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/5920442255661063268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/05/abre-os-olhos.html' title='Abre os olhos!'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-2850882411945372313</id><published>2007-05-05T12:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T12:23:00.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontrar, perder, Reencontrar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rjxoq5RxoqI/AAAAAAAAADE/7RgEWEGtTsI/s1600-h/reencontro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061035167396766370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rjxoq5RxoqI/AAAAAAAAADE/7RgEWEGtTsI/s320/reencontro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando encontramos alguma coisa de que gostamos ficamos contentes.&lt;br /&gt;Depois habituamo-nos a viver com ela e passa à rotina.&lt;br /&gt;Não passa de mais uma coisa vulgar que utilizamos por necessidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois quando a perdemos deitamos as mãos à cabeça!&lt;br /&gt;Ai o que perdi!&lt;br /&gt;Não aproveitei enquanto estava comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Não lhe dei o devido valor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reencontrar algo de que antes gostávamos é do melhor!&lt;br /&gt;Se ficámos contentes por encontrar&lt;br /&gt;agora ficamos felizes por reencontrar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Reencontro é sempre superior ao encontro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se passa assim&lt;br /&gt;e por mais que tentemos mudar&lt;br /&gt;só vamos entender o valor de certas&lt;br /&gt;coisas quando as perdermos&lt;br /&gt;– e depois as recuperarmos,&lt;br /&gt;as Reencontrarmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com os amigos passa igual!&lt;br /&gt;Só vamos entender o valor de certos amigos&lt;br /&gt;quando os perdermos&lt;br /&gt;e depois os reencontrarmos.&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/25291339-2850882411945372313?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/2850882411945372313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=2850882411945372313&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/2850882411945372313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/2850882411945372313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/05/encontrar-perder-reencontrar.html' title='Encontrar, perder, Reencontrar'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rjxoq5RxoqI/AAAAAAAAADE/7RgEWEGtTsI/s72-c/reencontro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-8326037615560633945</id><published>2007-05-01T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T15:35:21.248+01:00</updated><title type='text'>“Via Lucis”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RjdQFJRxopI/AAAAAAAAAC8/c2691Nibt0U/s1600-h/chama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059600755694084754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RjdQFJRxopI/AAAAAAAAAC8/c2691Nibt0U/s320/chama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RjdOG5RxooI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QalxS9hFhw4/s1600-h/chama.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O meu amigo João meteu-me ao barulho num jogo que não cheguei a perceber muito bem como era!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas... ao que parece é pela Evangelização e por isso vou tentar alinhar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de mais peço desculpa por ter estado parado este tempo todo!&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que parar é morrer mas, sem morte não há Ressurreição!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso por vezes é necessário parar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebramos o Tempo Pascal!&lt;br /&gt;Para mim devia ser sempre Tempo Pascal.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal Jesus Cristo Ressuscitou de uma vez para todas.&lt;br /&gt;Faz todo o sentido viver o decorrer do ano embriagados desta alegria: a Ressurreição!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Ressurreição foi a maior de todas as novidades que Cristo nos deixou!&lt;br /&gt;O cristão acredita na Ressurreição de Cristo como que acredita que é possível também ele Ressuscitar para a Vida Eterna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é o nosso objectivo,&lt;br /&gt;Viver mais intimamente com Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a nossa Fé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a grande Luz que ilumina o nosso Caminho!&lt;br /&gt;Este caminho é feito pela celebração, pela comunhão, pela escuta, entendimento e prática do Evangelho.&lt;br /&gt;Todas as mediações que nos possam levar à descoberta de Deus são bem vindas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a alegria que nos faz sorrir e de acreditar que a vida não acaba aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Temos a Ressurreição!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convido o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caristea.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Júlio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://greenmichaelsday.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://domcarlione.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Manuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; e o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://odiletante.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Catarino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; a continuar a “Via Lucis”&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/25291339-8326037615560633945?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8326037615560633945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=8326037615560633945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/8326037615560633945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/8326037615560633945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/05/via-lucis.html' title='“Via Lucis”'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RjdQFJRxopI/AAAAAAAAAC8/c2691Nibt0U/s72-c/chama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-1043405404647770412</id><published>2007-04-20T01:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T01:46:27.559+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Calorias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma grande questão se levantou em volta das calorias.&lt;br /&gt;O que são as calorias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo meu esclareceu-nos na perfeição:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As calorias são uns bichos estranhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que entram de noite no nosso guarda-fatos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e encolhe as nossas roupas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito piamente que seja isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-1043405404647770412?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1043405404647770412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=1043405404647770412&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/1043405404647770412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/1043405404647770412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/04/calorias.html' title='Calorias'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-1611324968909990414</id><published>2007-04-17T16:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T16:24:04.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diálogo sobre a Páscoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recebi este texto no meu e-mail!&lt;br /&gt;É um diálogo entre um criança e dois adultos!&lt;br /&gt;Bem poderia acontecer em casa de qualquer criança curiosa!&lt;br /&gt;É importante saber para esclarecer aqueles que procuram a verdade.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAI O QUE È A PÁSCOA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– Ora, Páscoa é.... bem... é uma festa religiosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– Igual ao Natal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– É parecido. Só que no Natal comemora-se o nascimento de Jesus, e na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Páscoa, se não me engano, comemora-se a sua ressurreição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Ressurreição?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– É, ressurreição. Maria, vem cá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– Sim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– Explica a esta criança o que é ressurreição para eu poder ler o meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; jornal descansado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Bom, meu filho, ressurreição é tornar a viver após ter morrido. Foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; o que aconteceu com Jesus, três dias depois de ter sido crucificado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele ressuscitou e subiu aos céus. Entendido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– Mais ou menos... Mãe, Jesus era um coelho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– Que é isso menino? Não me diga uma coisa destas! Coelho! Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cristo é o Pai do Céu! Nem parece que este menino foi baptizado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jorge, este menino não pode crescer assim, sem ir à missa pelo menos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aos domingos. Até parece que não lhe demos uma educação cristã! Já &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensaste se ele diz uma asneira destas na escola? Deus me perdoe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amanhã vou matricular esta criança na catequese!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– Mãe, mas o Pai do Céu não é Deus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– É filho, Jesus e Deus são a mesma coisa. Vai estudar isso na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catequese. É a Trindade: Deus é Pai, Filho e Espírito Santo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- O Espírito Santo também é Deus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– É sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- E Fátima?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– Sacrilégio!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– É por isso que na Trindade fica o Espírito Santo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– Não é o Banco Espírito Santo que fica na Trindade, meu filho. É o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Espírito Santo de Deus. É uma coisa muito complicada, nem a mãe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entende muito bem, para falar a verdade nem ninguém, nem quem inventou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esta asneira a compreende. Mas se perguntar à catecista ela explica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muito bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– Bom, se Jesus não é um coelho, quem é o coelho da Páscoa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– (gritando) Eu sei lá! É uma tradição. É igual ao Pai Natal, só que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;em vez de presentes, ele traz ovinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- O coelho põe ovos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– Chega! Deixa-me ir fazer o almoço que eu não aguento mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– Pai, não era melhor que fosse galinha da Páscoa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– Era, era melhor, ou então peru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Pai, Jesus nasceu no dia 25 de Dezembro, não é? Que dia que ele morreu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– Isso eu sei: na sexta-feira santa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Que dia e que mês?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– ??????? Sabes que eu nunca pensei nisso? Eu só aprendi que ele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;morreu na sexta-feira santa e ressuscitou três dias depois, no sábado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de aleluia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Um dia depois, portanto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- (gritando) Não, filho! Três dias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Então morreu na quarta-feira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Não! Morreu na sexta-feira santa. Ou terá sido na quarta-feira de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cinzas? Ah, miúdo, já me confundiste! Morreu na sexta-feira e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ressuscitou no sábado, três dias depois!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Como!?!? Como!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Pergunte à sua professora da catequese!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Pai, então porque amarraram um monte de bonecos de pano na rua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- É que hoje é sábado de aleluia, e a aldeia vai fingir que vai bater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname style="font-weight: bold;" productid="em Judas. Judas" st="on"&gt; em Judas. Judas&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; foi o apóstolo que traiu Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- O Judas traiu Jesus no sábado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Claro que não! Se ele morreu na sexta!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– Então por que eles não lhe batem no dia certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– É............. boa pergunta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– Pai, qual era o sobrenome de Jesus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– Cristo. Jesus Cristo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Só?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– Que eu saiba sim, porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– Não sei não, mas tenho um palpite de que o nome dele tinha no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apelido Coelho. Só assim esta coisa do coelho da Páscoa faz sentido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não acha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– Coitada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– Coitada de quem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;– Da tua professora da catequese.!!!&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/25291339-1611324968909990414?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1611324968909990414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=1611324968909990414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/1611324968909990414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/1611324968909990414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/04/dilogo-sobre-pscoa.html' title='Diálogo sobre a Páscoa'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-9113031210207811815</id><published>2007-04-16T22:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T22:58:04.797+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olá pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem mas estive um tempinho razoavelmente sem net!&lt;br /&gt;Não tem dado para escrever!&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem mas… Cristo Ressuscitou!&lt;br /&gt;Aleluia, Aleluia!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-9113031210207811815?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/9113031210207811815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=9113031210207811815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/9113031210207811815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/9113031210207811815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/04/ol-pessoal-desculpem-mas-estive-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-8974974909326293149</id><published>2007-04-16T14:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T14:57:27.401+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MK - Bragança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=2013933521"&gt;Mk - Cidade do Pecado&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=2013933521&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=2013933521&amp;title=Mk - Cidade do Pecado"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RgDsejPxewI/AAAAAAAAACo/FsdFq_qjyfY/s400/s%C3%B3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-1873483766464443038?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1873483766464443038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=1873483766464443038&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/1873483766464443038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/1873483766464443038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/03/s.html' title='Só'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RgDsejPxewI/AAAAAAAAACo/FsdFq_qjyfY/s72-c/s%C3%B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-8377803958424844765</id><published>2007-03-20T14:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-20T15:00:51.491Z</updated><title type='text'>Levanta-te e anda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus hoje,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no evangelho de S. João,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;disponibiliza-se para nos ajudar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Jesus perguntou-lhe: «Queres ser curado?»"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jo 5,6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A nós basta-nos ter Fé e responder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Disse-lhe Jesus: «Levanta-te, toma a tua enxerga e anda»."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jo 5,8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Depois tudo depende de nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Temos que ter força de vontade para mudar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Temos que nos levantar e andar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nós só podemos ser ajudados se estivermos disponibilidade para tal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mudar depende de nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Levanta-te e anda!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-8377803958424844765?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8377803958424844765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=8377803958424844765&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/8377803958424844765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/8377803958424844765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/03/levanta-te-e-anda.html' title='Levanta-te e anda!'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-6551971736651790732</id><published>2007-03-19T17:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:41:34.659Z</updated><title type='text'>S. José</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rf7LDQCMXfI/AAAAAAAAACg/0MdCgs4Gg8U/s1600-h/joseph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043691889405746674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rf7LDQCMXfI/AAAAAAAAACg/0MdCgs4Gg8U/s400/joseph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje, 19 de Março é dia de S. José, é dia do Pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de mais queria deixar aqui um grande beijinho&lt;br /&gt;ao meu pai que tanto me tem ajudado na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. José é sem dúvida um exemplo para nós.&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tanta tribulação e&lt;br /&gt;confusão difícil de compreender, José confia.&lt;br /&gt;José faz como lhe ordenara o Anjo do Senhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós também precisamos de confiar.&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes não compreendemos muito bem o que o Senhor tem para nós.&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes… instala-se a tribulação e uma grande confusão nas nossas vidas que ficamos sem compreender. Ficamos sem saber por onde seguir.&lt;br /&gt;Confiança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José é uma figura bíblica que faz a sua pregação pelo silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;pelo exemplo de vida e pela confiança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José acolheu Jesus e ajudou-O a crescer.&lt;br /&gt;Também nós&lt;br /&gt;a exemplo de S. José&lt;br /&gt;deixemos crescer Jesus no nosso coração.&lt;br /&gt;E… Confiemos no projecto que Jesus tem para nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos os pais um grande abraço.&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/25291339-6551971736651790732?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/6551971736651790732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=6551971736651790732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/6551971736651790732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/6551971736651790732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/03/s-jos.html' title='S. José'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rf7LDQCMXfI/AAAAAAAAACg/0MdCgs4Gg8U/s72-c/joseph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-4589238727278003488</id><published>2007-03-12T15:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-12T15:56:52.234Z</updated><title type='text'>Implicações de «Bolonha» no Instituto Superior de Teologia de Viseu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;«Os quatro bispos das dioceses de Viseu, Guarda, Bragança e Lamego, juntamente com os reitores dos seminários diocesanos destas dioceses, estiveram reunidos (ontem, 8 de Março) para reflectirem sobre as alterações do Processo de Bolonha no Instituto Superior de Teologia de Viseu. Este documento traz "algumas alterações e mudanças na forma de organizar os cursos" - disse à Agência ECCLESIA D. Ilídio Leandro, bispo de Viseu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Faculdade de Teologia, em Lisboa, decidiu integrar e adaptar-se "às novas exigências de Bolonha" e os responsáveis destas dioceses reuniram-se para aprofundarem as implicações no Instituto Superior de Teologia de Viseu. Ao nível de de modificações, o bispo de Viseu e anfitrião do encontro, realçou que os cinco anos do curso de Teologia, em vez de concederem o primeiro grau (licenciatura) passaria a conceder o grau de Mestrado. "Precisamos de saber em que medida este Instituto - não é polo da Faculdade de Teologia - poderia entrar dentro deste processo" - frisou o prelado de Viseu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um melhor aprofundamento, "levaremos esta reflexão à Comissão Episcopal" para ser tratada com a Faculdade de Teologia. As alterações que Bolonha trouxe ao Ensino Superior - "na linha de diminuir os anos do curso superior" - colocam questões várias. "Temos de acompanhar para não ficarmos de fora" - concluiu o bispo de Viseu.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.agencia.ecclesia.pt/noticia.asp?noticiaid=43727"&gt;Agência Ecclesia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; em 09/03/2007&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/25291339-4589238727278003488?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/4589238727278003488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=4589238727278003488&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje fiquei triste.&lt;br /&gt;As coisas nem sempre correm como a gente quer.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem estive com um colega meu a acompanhar e catequizar um grupo que se prepara para receber o crisma, ou melhor, o Sacramento da Confirmação.&lt;br /&gt;Correu tudo muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;De seguida fizemos uma celebração penitencial.&lt;br /&gt;Havia dois sacerdotes.&lt;br /&gt;Toda a gente se confessou.&lt;br /&gt;Combinámos irmos todos juntos à Missa dominical!&lt;br /&gt;De 20 apareceram 3!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querem fazer o crisma mas não aparecem para a Eucaristia!&lt;br /&gt;Há aqui um contra senso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que se passa com a nossa juventude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-8792267337844032988?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-7127863968788058516</id><published>2007-03-08T11:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-08T11:57:51.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Internacional da Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria deixar aqui &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um Forte Xi Coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e uma Grande Beijoka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para todas as Mulheres &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que visitam o &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Né na Net.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039521562200867410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Re_6KQjnglI/AAAAAAAAACY/4Ep7ooSSCAk/s400/rosas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/25291339-7127863968788058516?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7127863968788058516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-5665107030105779790</id><published>2007-03-08T08:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-08T08:59:04.878Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz o homem que pôs a sua esperança no Senhor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feliz o homem que não segue o conselho dos ímpios,&lt;br /&gt;nem se detém no caminho dos pecadores,&lt;br /&gt;mas antes se compraz na lei do Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;e nela medita dia e noite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É como árvore plantada à beira das águas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dá fruto a seu tempo e sua folhagem não murcha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tudo quanto fizer será bem sucedido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bem diferente é a sorte dos ímpios:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;são como palha que o vento leva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Senhor vela pelo caminho dos justos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas o caminho dos pecadores leva à perdição. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Salmo 1, 1-2.3.4.6 (R. Salmo 39, 5a) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-5665107030105779790?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5665107030105779790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=5665107030105779790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/5665107030105779790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/5665107030105779790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/03/feliz-o-homem-que-ps-sua-esperana-no.html' title='Feliz o homem que pôs a sua esperança no Senhor.'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-6553914442730242369</id><published>2007-03-06T23:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:47:58.887Z</updated><title type='text'>Chorar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já faz muito tempo que não choro.&lt;br /&gt;Para dizer a verdade gosto muito de chorar mas nem sempre tenho ocasião para isso!&lt;br /&gt;As ocasiões que nos levam ao choro nem sempre são as melhores mas... muito pelo contrário, são quase sempre más. O meio não justifica o fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nós nascemos a chorar.&lt;br /&gt;O ideal seria nós morrermos a rir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho reparado como as crianças choram!&lt;br /&gt;Chorar é uma maneira de sossegar o coração!&lt;br /&gt;O mais incrível é reparar na forma como as crianças deixam de chorar rapidamente. Algo que lhes capta a atenção para uma aventura nova e pára o choro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorar tem também a ver com a sensibilidade de cada um.&lt;br /&gt;Dantes eu chorava mais.&lt;br /&gt;Emocionava-me mais.&lt;br /&gt;Era capaz de chorar a ver filmes!&lt;br /&gt;Agora estou diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Será que estou a ficar mais frio?&lt;br /&gt;Será que estou a crescer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero crescer.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser eternamente criança!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero rir e chorar como uma criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038961126939026386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Re38cogz49I/AAAAAAAAACQ/7XSAXV7ISXI/s400/crianca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-6553914442730242369?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/6553914442730242369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=6553914442730242369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/6553914442730242369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/6553914442730242369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/03/chorar.html' title='Chorar'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Re38cogz49I/AAAAAAAAACQ/7XSAXV7ISXI/s72-c/crianca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-9065019818861243970</id><published>2007-03-06T12:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-06T13:13:29.124Z</updated><title type='text'>XXI Encontro Nacional de Estudantes de Teologia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vai-se realizar o XXI ENET nos dias 16, 17 e 18 de Março.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt; “Diálogo Inter-Religioso – A importância das Religiões na Paz Mundial”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;Local: &lt;/span&gt;UCP – Porto – Polo da Foz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;Quem pode participar:&lt;/span&gt; Teologos e gente de boa vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;O programa será o seguinte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)color:#33ccff;" &gt;Dia 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;21:00 –&lt;/span&gt; Conferência presidida pelo Sr. Cardeal D. José Saraiva Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O Papel das religiões na Paz Mundial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;23:00 –&lt;/span&gt; Actuação da Tuna Masculina da UCP – Porto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dia 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;09:30 –&lt;/span&gt; Conferência presidida pelo Professor Santiago Guerra (Cites)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 35.25pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mística Cristã no Diálogo Inter-Religioso: Santa Teresa de Jesus e S. João da Cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;10:30 –&lt;/span&gt; Concerto do Grupo de Jovens “Stella Maris”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;11:00 –&lt;/span&gt; Conferência presidida pelo Doutor António Couto (UCP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Olho por Olho, Dente por Dente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;15:30 –&lt;/span&gt; Conferência presidida pela Doutora Maria do Céu (UM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 35.25pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Diálogo Inter-Religioso – Cristianismo/Islão: As Dificuldades de Relacionamento na Conjuntura Actual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;21:30 –&lt;/span&gt; Concerto com Claudine Pinheiro, dos Salesianos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dia 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;11:00 –&lt;/span&gt; Eucaristia de encerramento do ENET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aparece e participa!&lt;br /&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/25291339-9065019818861243970?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/9065019818861243970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=9065019818861243970&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/9065019818861243970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/9065019818861243970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/03/xxi-encontro-nacional-de-estudantes-de.html' title='XXI Encontro Nacional de Estudantes de Teologia'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-9041789961517769673</id><published>2007-03-04T17:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-04T18:12:00.639Z</updated><title type='text'>Tascas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/ResKACmaJeI/AAAAAAAAABo/0hQMYhnC5OY/s1600-h/taberna-bardasano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038131603958277602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/ResKACmaJeI/AAAAAAAAABo/0hQMYhnC5OY/s400/taberna-bardasano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrei.&lt;br /&gt;Recostei-me no tampo de uma mesa, com manchas de vinho.&lt;br /&gt;À minha frente, três Operários, em mangas de camisa. Começámos a conversar. Ofereceram-me um cigarro. Fumei. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em cima do balcão sujo, canecas manchadas; nas estantes afumadas, garrafas sebentas. Por uma abertura da cortina de manta, vi uma cama de palha; a um canto, duas panelas num braseiro.&lt;br /&gt;Descansei a vista nas brasas, recogitando no que haveria de mau naquela tasca. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao meio-dia, ressequidos do calor e do pico, vêm ali beber um copo. À noite, extenuados e incapazes de meter as batatas na panela, vêm ali comer uma ceia frugal, regam-na com dois copos, fumam um cigarro, desabafam com duas pragas e vão à cama.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns emborracham-se. Mas que diferença há entre uma borracheira de tasca e uma borracheira de salão? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outros, por vezes, jogam... é mau jogar o salário dum dia. Mas nos casinos com a lei e a opinião pública a apoiar, jogam-se fortunas.&lt;br /&gt;E, então, muitos fazem das tascas antros de podridão! Charcos de pecado! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinde remexer entulho, manejar um martelo, engolir poeiras e mamar ruídos... e, à noite, se não tiverdes quem vos chegue uma sopa e vos não limpe a testa suja, encontrareis na tasca uma tábua amorosa de salvação. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigado, ó tascas, pelo alívio que dais ao Operário!&lt;br /&gt;Se este tivesse casinha, mais ternura, mais luz e mais pão... elas morreriam.&lt;br /&gt;Elas não são o pecado... O que as faz nascer é que é.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 de Agosto de 1957&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;em&gt;O Lodo e as Estrelas&lt;/em&gt;, Telmo Ferraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A todos os que trabalharam&lt;br /&gt;em túneis de minas ou&lt;br /&gt;barragens e hoje têm silicose&lt;/em&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/25291339-9041789961517769673?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/9041789961517769673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=9041789961517769673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/9041789961517769673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/9041789961517769673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/03/tascas.html' title='Tascas'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/ResKACmaJeI/AAAAAAAAABo/0hQMYhnC5OY/s72-c/taberna-bardasano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-7665003450647186746</id><published>2007-02-27T00:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T00:57:31.580Z</updated><title type='text'>Existe Justiça?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«Qualquer crime contra o Estado é punido aqui com a máxima severidade; mas se o acusado demonstra claramente ante os tribunais que está inocente, o acusador sofre uma morte ignominiosa; e, além dos bens e das terras, o inocente ver-se-á quadruplamente recompensado pela perda de tempo, o risco porque passou, as agruras do encarceramento e os gastos feitos com a sua defesa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acresce ainda, no caso de insuficiência de fundos, que a coroa recompensa com magnanimidade.&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, o imperador concede alguma distinção pública e é proclamado um édito por toda a cidade em que é declarada a inocência da pessoa em causa.&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem quer que demonstre ter observado rigorosamente as leis do país durante setenta e três luas, tem direito a certos privilégios, de acordo com a sua posição e condição de vida; torna-se também merecedor de uma soma proporcional de dinheiro, proveniente de um fundo especial disposto para este fim.&lt;br /&gt;Obtém, além disso, o título de Snilpal ou Legal, que se agrega ao nome, mas que não será herdado pelos descendentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quando lhe disse que as nossas leis previam unicamente punições, sem qualquer referência a recompensas, aquela gente considerou isso um defeito enorme do sistema.&lt;/span&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;In &lt;em&gt;As Viagens de Gulliver&lt;/em&gt;, Jonathan Swift 1667-1745.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-7665003450647186746?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7665003450647186746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=7665003450647186746&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/7665003450647186746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/7665003450647186746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/02/justia.html' title='Existe Justiça?'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-7408090375914535283</id><published>2007-02-26T00:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-26T00:41:24.418Z</updated><title type='text'>A Salvação</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Pe. Sousa, um homem Jesuíta, com os seus 70 anos, capelão do hospital da Covilhã.&lt;br /&gt;Conta ele que um dia, ao passar pelos corredores do hospital encontrou um velhinho que lhe disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Sou já um homem velho, tenho já 89 anos!&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, dantes pedia a Deus a morte, mas agora já não!&lt;br /&gt;Eu peço a Deus a Salvação já que a morte é certa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-7408090375914535283?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7408090375914535283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=7408090375914535283&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/7408090375914535283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/7408090375914535283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/02/salvao.html' title='A Salvação'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-4000115872065326760</id><published>2007-02-26T00:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-26T00:38:50.451Z</updated><title type='text'>Quaresma</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Conscientes da importância que a Páscoa tinha para a sua vida, os cristãos desde os tempos apostólicos começaram a celebrá-la e bem cedo começaram também a reservar um tempo de preparação para a celebração do Mistério Pascal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse período de preparação de sucessivas aplicações, acabou por se fixar, no século IV, em quarenta dias, número muito rico de simbolismo. Na verdade, na História da Salvação, os grandes acontecimentos e os encontros decisivos do homem com Deus estão lidados a esse número, que na Bíblia exprime também a totalidade da nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Quaresma é, portanto, um período de quarenta dias de preparação para a Páscoa, «a maior das solenidades» (SC.12), pois actualiza o Acontecimento culminante da História da Salvação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;In &lt;em&gt;Missal Popular Dominical&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035634242432411634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/ReIqqd76J_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/2rl0725k_2k/s400/Quaresma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&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/25291339-4000115872065326760?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/4000115872065326760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=4000115872065326760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/4000115872065326760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/4000115872065326760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/02/quaresma.html' title='Quaresma'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/ReIqqd76J_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/2rl0725k_2k/s72-c/Quaresma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-3952753004010142516</id><published>2007-02-15T22:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-15T23:08:15.694Z</updated><title type='text'>Efeito musical...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A música pode levar-nos a ter as mais variadas atitudes!&lt;br /&gt;Ela é mágica!&lt;br /&gt;Curte este vídeo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fatboy Slim – Ya Mama&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8WCJZjdP-eQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8WCJZjdP-eQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fatboy Slim - weapon of choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0WW8flwpH-Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0WW8flwpH-Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dá mais música à tua vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-3952753004010142516?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/3952753004010142516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=3952753004010142516&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/3952753004010142516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/3952753004010142516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/02/efeito-musical.html' title='Efeito musical...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-7049441299881976161</id><published>2007-02-13T16:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-13T16:13:29.781Z</updated><title type='text'>Referendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Concorda com a despenalização da interrupção voluntária da gravidez, se realizada, por opção da mulher, nas primeiras dez semanas, em estabelecimento de saúde legalmente autorizado?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SIM - 59,25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NÃO - 40,75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abstenção - 56,39%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nulos - 0,68%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brancos - 1,25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O SIM ganhou. O NÃO perdeu.&lt;br /&gt;Não era esta a minha vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que com este resultado venha a diminuir o aborto e terminar com o aborto clandestino tal como defendiam os seus defensores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se houver uma boa equipa no apoio às mulheres a trabalhar nos estabelecimentos de saúde legalmente autorizados, pode ser que muitas mulheres descubram uma solução sem ser a morte do próprio filho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdadeira campanha contra o Aborto começa agora.&lt;br /&gt;É agora que o apoio às mulheres tem que funcionar mais activamente para proteger a mulher, para proteger o seu filho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não cruzemos os braços nem baixemos a cabeça mas continuemos a lutar pela VIDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-7049441299881976161?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7049441299881976161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=7049441299881976161&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/7049441299881976161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/7049441299881976161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/02/referendo.html' title='Referendo'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-1001588114631614321</id><published>2007-02-02T13:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-02T14:02:36.851Z</updated><title type='text'>Confiança...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RcNCtJUqv0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/zqylM3j0EDA/s1600-h/ponte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026934952439758658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RcNCtJUqv0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/zqylM3j0EDA/s320/ponte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há dias em que precisamos de uma palavra de ânimo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Confia no SENHOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sê forte e corajoso, e confia no SENHOR!" Sl 27,14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em tempos que precisamos de coragem e confiança,&lt;br /&gt;é sempre bom rezar o salmo 27 (26).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-1001588114631614321?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1001588114631614321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=1001588114631614321&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/1001588114631614321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/1001588114631614321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/02/confiana.html' title='Confiança...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/RcNCtJUqv0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/zqylM3j0EDA/s72-c/ponte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-309760815475886025</id><published>2007-01-28T21:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:46:45.431Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor light?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ao passar por um blog ,&lt;br /&gt;encontrei por lá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://santoherege.blogspot.com/2007/01/decidam-se-no-outro-dia-um-padre-meu.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;um post muito curioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; que me levou a reflectir!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que as pessoas se casam sem terem consciência daquilo que é o casamento?&lt;br /&gt;Será que existe alguém que se casa para ver se dá certo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que se vive um amor light?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rb0nlR5FKcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0xaX5LXb7FI/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025216280626801090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rb0nlR5FKcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0xaX5LXb7FI/s200/amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;os entendidos em estatísticas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que os divórcios estão a aumentar.&lt;br /&gt;Porque será?&lt;br /&gt;Falta de diálogo entre os casais?&lt;br /&gt;Falta de confiança mútua?&lt;br /&gt;Falta de preparação para o casamento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou será que as pessoas andam a viver um amor light?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim,&lt;br /&gt;só existe &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;cheio de calorias,&lt;br /&gt;cheio de sentido e sentimento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;que se experimenta,&lt;br /&gt;Sente-se e experimenta-se! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025199848081926578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rb0Yox5FKbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/j8JxVSSxOaU/s400/amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É difícil dizer em palavras, mas…&lt;br /&gt;Tipo:&lt;br /&gt;Temos o café!&lt;br /&gt;Temos o leite!&lt;br /&gt;Juntamos…&lt;br /&gt;E temos um “galão”!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem consiga beber, mas…&lt;br /&gt;Se metermos umas colherezinhas de açúcar…&lt;br /&gt;a coisa fica melhor!&lt;br /&gt;Fica mais saborosa,&lt;br /&gt;mais doce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;é isso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;é esse açucar que não se vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas saboreia-se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente, há muita gente que bebe o “galão” sem açúcar!&lt;br /&gt;Também há muita gente que casa sem amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Infelizmente, há muita gente que bebe o “galão” com adoçante!&lt;br /&gt;Também há muita gente que casa com amor light! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Por tudo isto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;há muitos casamentos que azedam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas…&lt;br /&gt;Felizmente, há quem beba o “galão” com açúcar!&lt;br /&gt;Também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ainda há quem case com &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e por Amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Amor não se descreve &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e muito menos se escreve!&lt;br /&gt;Ele Experimenta-se! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ups! (.”) &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/25291339-309760815475886025?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/309760815475886025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=309760815475886025&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/309760815475886025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/309760815475886025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/01/amor-light.html' title='Amor light?'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rb0nlR5FKcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0xaX5LXb7FI/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-3586374218234950742</id><published>2007-01-25T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:14:33.197Z</updated><title type='text'>Há coisas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rbkt2h5FKaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xUKHoIW46ec/s1600-h/maos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024097274142468514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rbkt2h5FKaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xUKHoIW46ec/s320/maos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na nossa vida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na nossa vida temos coisas boas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temos também coisas menos boas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temos virtudes, temos defeitos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queremos sempre atingir a perfeição!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queremos sempre melhorar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há coisas que nunca mudam!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Por mais que tentemos e nos esforcemos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Há coisas que não conseguimos mudar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Somos assim e pronto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-3586374218234950742?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/3586374218234950742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=3586374218234950742&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/3586374218234950742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/3586374218234950742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/01/h-coisas.html' title='Há coisas...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rbkt2h5FKaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xUKHoIW46ec/s72-c/maos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-116948272158843071</id><published>2007-01-22T16:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:22:03.286Z</updated><title type='text'>Lamentações...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6058/2640/1600/736936/861095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6058/2640/400/149861/861095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Era uma vez um jovem que tinha o costume de estar sempre a&lt;br /&gt;lamentar-se.&lt;br /&gt;Dizia também que Deus tinha dado aos seus vizinhos e amigos imensas riquezas, mas que a ele nada lhe tinha dado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sua lamentação chegou a um sábio, que lhe perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;— Tens mesmo a certeza de que és assim tão pobre como dizes? Será que Deus não te deu saúde e força?&lt;br /&gt;O jovem enchendo o peito de ar, exclamou:&lt;br /&gt;— Isso deu. Sinto orgulho em ser jovem. Mas não me deu riquezas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegando-lhe na mão direita, o sábio prosseguiu:&lt;br /&gt;— Estarias disposto a deixar cortar esta mão por dez mil euros?&lt;br /&gt;— Nunca. Só se fosse maluco.&lt;br /&gt;— E estarias disposto a deixar cortar esta, a esquerda, pelo mesmo dinheiro ou mais ainda?&lt;br /&gt;— Nem pensar.&lt;br /&gt;— Aceitarias vender os teus olhos por um milhão de euros?&lt;br /&gt;— Jamais. Não daria os meus olhos em troca da maior fortuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o Sábio concluiu:&lt;br /&gt;—Então porque é que te lamentas?&lt;br /&gt;Afinal Deus deu-te presentes mais valiosos que a maior fortuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O dom mais precioso que possuímos é a vida.&lt;br /&gt;E o nosso corpo humano, comandado pela nossa mente,&lt;br /&gt;tem maravilhas que a ciência em cada dia se espanta.&lt;br /&gt;Tratemos, então, o nosso corpo com toda a dignidade&lt;br /&gt;e com o cuidado que merece,&lt;br /&gt;ao mesmo tempo que o devemos desenvolver&lt;br /&gt;em todas as suas capacidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Autor desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/25291339-116948272158843071?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116948272158843071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=116948272158843071&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116948272158843071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116948272158843071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/01/lamentaes.html' title='Lamentações...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-116882762202785680</id><published>2007-01-15T02:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2007-01-15T02:20:22.030Z</updated><title type='text'>Posso Viver?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1YDh2aLtEwk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1YDh2aLtEwk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Também podes ver em:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://acorespelavida.org/bni/video1.wmv"&gt;http://acorespelavida.org/bni/video1.wmv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-116882762202785680?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116882762202785680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=116882762202785680&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116882762202785680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116882762202785680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/01/posso-viver_116882762202785680.html' title='Posso Viver?'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-116882570774465122</id><published>2007-01-15T01:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-15T01:50:19.010Z</updated><title type='text'>Campanha NÃO ao aborto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devido ao referendo que vamos ter dia 11 de Fevereiro decidi fazer campanha a favor do NÃO ao aborto no meu blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do lado esquerdo podes agora encontrar algumas apresentações PowerPoint e outros blog's sobre o assunto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juntos pela Vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Espero que também contribuas para esta campanha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vota NÃO ao Aborto!!!&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/25291339-116882570774465122?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116882570774465122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=116882570774465122&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116882570774465122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116882570774465122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/01/campanha-no-ao-aborto.html' title='Campanha NÃO ao aborto!'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-116862660257046851</id><published>2007-01-12T18:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-12T18:30:02.573Z</updated><title type='text'>NÃO ao aborto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje ao passar na rua vi um cartaz que dizia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O aborto clandestino existe:&lt;br /&gt;É urgente mudar a lei!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém comentou comigo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Mudar a lei?&lt;br /&gt;Urgente é mudar de vida!...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De facto, o importante é mudar de vida!&lt;br /&gt;Ao mudarmos a lei, o aborto clandestino continuará a existir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andamos para aqui entretidos em referendos para tentar dar a volta ao Direito Natural, o Direito há Vida, o Direito a Viver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais incrível, é que se ainda não for com este referendo que se arranque a ferros um sim do povo ao aborto, mais tarde ou mais cedo iremos ter um novo referendo!!!&lt;br /&gt;E se ganhar o sim?&lt;br /&gt;Será que nós podemos fazer um outro referendo acerca da mesma matéria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece-me que algumas pessoas põem o aborto ao nível de um anticonceptivo!&lt;br /&gt;Isso é ridículo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Votemos NÃO ao aborto!&lt;br /&gt;Para além do Direito à Vida temos o Direito a ser Pessoa, única e irrepetível!&lt;br /&gt;São valores a mais para os jogarmos no lixo independentemente dos motivos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vota Não!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-116862660257046851?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116862660257046851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=116862660257046851&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116862660257046851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116862660257046851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-ao-aborto_12.html' title='NÃO ao aborto!'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-116824439869055199</id><published>2007-01-08T08:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T08:21:44.090Z</updated><title type='text'>Vota NÃO ao aborto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nós somos pela Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dia 11 de Fevereiro vota &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NÃO ao aborto&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-tEsC9ILQ4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-tEsC9ILQ4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-116824439869055199?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116824439869055199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=116824439869055199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116824439869055199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116824439869055199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/01/vota-no-ao-aborto.html' title='Vota NÃO ao aborto!'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-116784125713182012</id><published>2007-01-03T16:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-03T18:32:09.896Z</updated><title type='text'>Natal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6058/2640/1600/382799/natal_cor_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6058/2640/400/107767/natal_cor_p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Olá a todos!&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem esta minha ausência mas...&lt;br /&gt;Estive de férias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estive pela minha terrinha e como não tenho net por lá... o tempo vai passando e não se fazem postagens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrámos as festividades natalícias e muitas mensagens correram pelos telemóveis...&lt;br /&gt;Certamente recebes-te muitas... umas mais bonitas, umas mais divertidas, umas mais ousadas, umas mais sérias...&lt;br /&gt;mas...&lt;br /&gt;recebi uma diferente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ainda bem que quando o menino Jesus nasceu&lt;br /&gt;não havia telemóveis,&lt;br /&gt;ninguém teria ido adorar o Deus menino,&lt;br /&gt;Maria e José teriam recebido sms's,&lt;br /&gt;mensagens pré-feitas e todas iguais&lt;br /&gt;totalmente vazias de amor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que te parece?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Óptimo ano de 2007&lt;br /&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/25291339-116784125713182012?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116784125713182012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=116784125713182012&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116784125713182012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116784125713182012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2007/01/natal.html' title='Natal...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-116577318915339371</id><published>2006-12-10T17:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-10T18:20:35.486Z</updated><title type='text'>Cansaço...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6058/2640/1600/585685/dificuldades2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6058/2640/320/568279/dificuldades2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6058/2640/1600/169643/dificuldades2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O cansaço pode-nos levar a parar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era fim de tarde...&lt;br /&gt;Conversava com alguém...&lt;br /&gt;Dizia-me que se ia retirar de um grupo de caminhada cristã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizia:&lt;br /&gt;“Já decidi que não continuava e está decidido!&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansada!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;“Não penses assim...&lt;br /&gt;Se todos os atletas desistissem por cansaço nunca haveria vencedores!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para atingir metas e alcançarmos sonhos é necessário esforço,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e o esforço leva-nos ao cansaço... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;podemos abrandar o ritmo para não esgotar as nossas forças... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas parar!?!&lt;br /&gt;Isso nunca!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-116577318915339371?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116577318915339371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=116577318915339371&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116577318915339371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116577318915339371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2006/12/cansao.html' title='Cansaço...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-116524683782256607</id><published>2006-12-04T15:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-04T15:46:23.390Z</updated><title type='text'>Mediações...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6058/2640/1600/731962/meninos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6058/2640/400/216644/meninos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era tarde...&lt;br /&gt;Falava com uma fada (não, não era a fada da Floribella! Era de facto uma fada real, e ela sabe disso ;))&lt;br /&gt;Depois ela disse-me baixinho: “Escreve isso no teu blog...”&lt;br /&gt;E eu, disse-lhe que faria isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falava-mos de mediações...&lt;br /&gt;E eu dizia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos a fonte,&lt;br /&gt;Temos a conduta,&lt;br /&gt;Temos a bica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Fonte é Deus&lt;br /&gt;A conduta é a mediação&lt;br /&gt;A bica é onde saciamos a nossa sede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem mediações a fonte seria inatingível,&lt;br /&gt;Seria impossível receber o que dela vem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso Deus fala-nos através de mediações...&lt;br /&gt;A Bíblia é Palavra de Deus na medida em que é mediação de Deus para nós...&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos mediação para o outro na medida em que o ajudamos a pôr-se em relação com Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos que estar atentos às mediações que Deus tem para nós, pois, Ele fala-nos através do outro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-116524683782256607?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116524683782256607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=116524683782256607&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116524683782256607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116524683782256607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2006/12/mediaes.html' title='Mediações...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-116474582197936145</id><published>2006-11-28T20:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:32:08.350Z</updated><title type='text'>A vida continua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/1600/moinho.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/200/moinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/1600/moinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“A vida continua.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvimo-lo tantas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;E é bom que assim seja.&lt;br /&gt;A vida precisa de nós, e nós precisamos da vida, dos outros, de ter múltiplos afazeres à nossa espera.&lt;br /&gt;A nossa vida actual pertence ao futuro, não ao passado.&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que não fizemos, já não pode ser feito.&lt;br /&gt;Reconhecê-lo, faz-nos sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não desesperemos.&lt;br /&gt;Há outras pessoas na vida que aguardam a nossa afectuosa dedicação.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christiane Seemann - &lt;em&gt;Fur Tage der Trauer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-116474582197936145?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116474582197936145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=116474582197936145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116474582197936145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116474582197936145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2006/11/vida-continua.html' title='A vida continua...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-116456804373433563</id><published>2006-11-26T17:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:21:37.536Z</updated><title type='text'>Amigo Ricardo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6058/2640/1600/233315/arvore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6058/2640/200/277104/arvore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perder um amigo é sempre uma grande dor…&lt;br /&gt;Pensativo e triste passeava no meu quarto…&lt;br /&gt;Olhei a prateleira dos livros e vi um que dizia: “Para os Dias de Luto”&lt;br /&gt;Vinha mesmo a calhar…&lt;br /&gt;A pensar no Ricardo iniciei a minha leitura e quero partilhar algumas passagens que por lá encontrei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Um amigo deixou-nos e na nossa vida – até há tão pouco tempo alegre e feliz – abriu-se uma chaga enorme.&lt;br /&gt;Faz doer, é ainda muito recente.&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos, nem queremos ignorá-la.&lt;br /&gt;Queremos olhá-la de frente e tratar dela.&lt;br /&gt;Como todas as feridas, há-de sarar, com o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;A cura leva o seu tempo, um tempo de luto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de luto, tempo de recordações.&lt;br /&gt;Tempo para percorrer, uma vez mais, a vida em conjunto.&lt;br /&gt;Os bons e os maus dias pertencem agora ao passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, a saudade chega a ser esmagadora, e será bom deixá-la expandir-se.&lt;br /&gt;Só aquilo que realmente vivenciarmos, não nos perseguirá no futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Também a saudade, um dia, se transformará em gratidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas correm sem parar.&lt;br /&gt;Todas as coisas à nossa volta nos trazem recordações e nos gritam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Perdeste um amigo!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instala-se o medo da solidão, sobretudo do vazio, da vida que agora nos parece uma íngreme montanha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será bom ter alguém, que esteja simplesmente ao pé de nós, que de vez em quando nos aperte a mão, silencioso companheiro da nossa dor.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In:&lt;/em&gt; Christiane Seemann &lt;em&gt;– Fur Tage der Trauer&lt;/em&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/25291339-116456804373433563?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116456804373433563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=116456804373433563&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116456804373433563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116456804373433563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2006/11/amigo-ricardo.html' title='Amigo Ricardo...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-116370199212853318</id><published>2006-11-16T18:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-16T18:37:22.236Z</updated><title type='text'>Semana dos Seminários</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/1600/Tu%20amas-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/400/Tu%20amas-me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/1600/SemanadosSeminariosrOracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-116370199212853318?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116370199212853318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=116370199212853318&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116370199212853318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116370199212853318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2006/11/semana-dos-seminrios_16.html' title='Semana dos Seminários'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-116350729468345927</id><published>2006-11-14T12:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:34:27.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/1600/sentimentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/320/sentimentos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os sentimentos são apenas coisas que sentimos por sentir?&lt;br /&gt;Não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Os sentimentos vão muito mais além do que um simples sentir… eles chegam a ser um viver…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os sentimentos mexem connosco, com o mais profundo do nosso ser e, por vezes, revelam-se nas nossas atitudes exteriores…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos nós gostamos que respeitem os nossos sentimentos e, do mesmo modo, nós devemos respeitar os sentimentos dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Haverá pessoas que não têm sentimentos?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sei sim, que os nossos sentimentos, estão relacionados de uma forma muito intima com a nossa sensibilidade e com a nossa afectividade…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quanto mais a pessoa for acentuada na sua sensibilidade e quanto mais valor der à afectividade, mais os sentimentos são sentidos intimamente, mais eles mexem com o nosso interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Numa relação a dois, os sentimentos têm que ser respeitados…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Onde há amor, há sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O amor sente-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Será que se pode amar alguém sem respeitar os sentimentos, a sensibilidade, a afectividade e a liberdade do outro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dá que pensar…&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/25291339-116350729468345927?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116350729468345927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=116350729468345927&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116350729468345927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116350729468345927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2006/11/sentimentos.html' title='Sentimentos...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-116317513866031525</id><published>2006-11-10T16:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-11T02:04:39.153Z</updated><title type='text'>Dificuldades?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/1600/caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/320/caminho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um discípulo procurou o rabino Naham de Braslaw e disse-lhe: &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não continuarei mais os meus estudos sagrados. Moro numa pequena casa com os meus pais e irmãos, e nunca encontro as condições ideais para me concentrar no que é importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Naham apontou o Sol e pediu-lhe que colocasse a mão na frente do rosto de modo a ocultá-lo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então o rabino disse-lhe:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A tua mão é pequena, porém conseguiu cobrir por completo a força, a luz e a majestade do imenso sol. Da mesma maneira, os pequenos problemas conseguem dar a desculpa necessária para não seguires adiante os estudos sagrados. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ninguém é culpado da própria incompetência. Assim como a mão tem o poder de esconder o sol, a mediocridade tem o poder de esconder a luz interior. Não deixes que isso aconteça.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;in Cesar Romão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/25291339-116317513866031525?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116317513866031525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=116317513866031525&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116317513866031525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116317513866031525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2006/11/dificuldades.html' title='Dificuldades?'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-116300301815157369</id><published>2006-11-08T16:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-08T22:41:11.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Graffiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/1600/Graffit%20em%20Roma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/400/Graffit%20em%20Roma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No Verão passado estive em Itália e encontrei em ruas romanas este graffiti.&lt;br /&gt;Decidi fotografar e trazer para Portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não deixa de ser curioso que no canto inferior esquerdo tem escrito (pena não se ver muito bem) "Jesus salva a Itália".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Arte, vandalismo, liberdade de expressão, tudo isso gira em volta do graffiti mas não deixa de ser curioso ver o facto religioso a entrar nesse mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Interessante o contraste entre arte de outros tempos e arte contemporânea…&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/25291339-116300301815157369?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116300301815157369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=116300301815157369&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116300301815157369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116300301815157369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2006/11/graffiti.html' title='Graffiti'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-116230253558994373</id><published>2006-10-31T13:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T13:56:04.726Z</updated><title type='text'>Juntos chegaremos mais longe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/1600/maos%20juntas.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/320/maos%20juntas.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/1600/maos%20juntas.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há alguns anos, nas Olimpíadas Especiais de Seattle, nove participantes, todos com deficiência mental ou física, alinharam-se para o início da corrida dos 100 metros rasos. Ao sinal, todos partiram, não exactamente em disparada, mas com vontade de dar o melhor de si, terminar a corrida e ganhar. Todos, com excepção de um garoto, que tropeçou no asfalto, caiu rolando e começou a chorar. Os outros oito ouviram o choro. Diminuíram o passo e olharam para trás. Então eles viraram e voltaram. Todos eles. Uma das meninas, com Síndrome de Down, ajoelhou, deu um beijo no garoto e disse: "Pronto, agora vai sarar". E todos os nove competidores deram os braços e andaram juntos até a linha de chegada. O estádio inteiro levantou e os aplausos duraram muitos minutos. E as pessoas que estavam ali, naquele dia, continuam repetindo essa história até hoje.Por que? Porque, lá no fundo, nós sabemos que o que importa nesta vida é mais do que ganhar sozinho. O que importa é ajudar os outros a vencer, mesmo que isso signifique diminuir o passo e mudar de curso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-116230253558994373?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116230253558994373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=116230253558994373&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116230253558994373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116230253558994373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2006/10/juntos-chegaremos-mais-longe.html' title='Juntos chegaremos mais longe...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-116224886111933939</id><published>2006-10-30T22:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-04T17:08:53.611Z</updated><title type='text'>Estou de volta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rer8-SmaJdI/AAAAAAAAABg/Nnqa5TT7h38/s1600-h/puto,+azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038117280242345426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rer8-SmaJdI/AAAAAAAAABg/Nnqa5TT7h38/s400/puto,+azul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Courier New';font-size:13;"&gt;A pedido de muitas famílias&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;(como não podemos agradar a gregos e a Troianos),&lt;br /&gt;para desgraça de muitos,&lt;br /&gt;depois de uma longa paragem&lt;br /&gt;o nenanet está de volta!&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem a demora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/25291339-116224886111933939?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116224886111933939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=116224886111933939&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116224886111933939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/116224886111933939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2006/10/estou-de-volta.html' title='Estou de volta!'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/Rer8-SmaJdI/AAAAAAAAABg/Nnqa5TT7h38/s72-c/puto,+azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-115496113461397772</id><published>2006-08-07T15:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T15:11:49.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Será Deus um Bombeiro?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muitos de nós passam um ano sem ligar nenhuma aos bombeiros e à sua actividade...&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto, chega a época de incêndios …&lt;br /&gt;Coisa que ainda não percebi bem… Temos a época balnear e podemos tomar banho na praia com segurança, a época de caça quando podemos caçar e depois a época de incêndios!!! É quando se pode atear fogos?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para muitos os Bombeiros seriam dispensáveis o seu trabalho é criticado… Para outros não! Reconhecem o seu valor e colaboram com eles sempre que necessário…&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto quando o fogo chega aos nossos bens… todos ligamos aos Bombeiros e imploramos que nos venham acudir rapidamente…&lt;br /&gt;Só nos lembramos deles quando necessitamos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha terra os velhinhos costumam dizer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Só te lembras de Santa Bárbara quando atroa.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que existem cristãos que pensam que Deus é um Bombeiro?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente que passa anos sem celebrar o Amor de Deus por nós, sem celebrar em comunidade o Banquete Eucarístico, sem entrar numa Igreja para rezar ao Pai?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois… Quando por motivo algum a vida corre mal, em tempo de aperto e desespero, ou quando alguém da família adoece lá volta a ligação com Deus…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois vêm as promessas… voltas à capelinha de joelhos em Fátima, fazer a procissão descalça lá na terra… enfim promessas para todos os gostos… só quem passa por Fátima se apercebe disso…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASTA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus não é um Bombeiro!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus é Amor!&lt;br /&gt;Temos que celebrar este Amor Sempre…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tal como comemos todos os dias para viver, também temos que rezar todos os dias para manter este Amor entre Deus e nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-115496113461397772?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/115496113461397772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=115496113461397772&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/115496113461397772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/115496113461397772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2006/08/ser-deus-um-bombeiro.html' title='Será Deus um Bombeiro?'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-115471355419671363</id><published>2006-08-04T18:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T15:09:02.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Anjo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/1600/anjo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/320/anjo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olá amiguitos!&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpa por ter estado todo este tempo sem escrever mas&lt;br /&gt;estou de férias e não tenho tido net!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou a passar uns dias em Fátima e faço serviço no Santuário…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa que redescobri nestes dias foi o Anjo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando era pequenito ensinaram-me a rezar ao anjo da guarda mas depois fui crescendo e fui esquecendo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É lindo saber que temos um anjo que nos protege!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje recordo esta linda oração que aprendi quando era pequenito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/1600/anjo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/320/anjo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;“Anjo da guarda&lt;br /&gt;Minha companhia&lt;br /&gt;Guarda minha alma&lt;br /&gt;De noite e de dia” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partilha comigo as tuas orações ao anjo da guarda…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até breve…&lt;/strong&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/25291339-115471355419671363?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/115471355419671363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=115471355419671363&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/115471355419671363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/115471355419671363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-anjo.html' title='O Anjo...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-115161832911951288</id><published>2006-06-29T22:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T23:01:06.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/1600/Sorrir.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/400/Sorrir.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ao visitar o blog "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://maispertodeti.blogspot.com/"&gt;mais perto de ti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" vi esta imagem e não resisti em partilha-la convosco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É importante levar a vida a sorrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sei que as coisas nem sempre correm como a gente gostaria mas o que vamos adiantar com chatisses???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sê feliz, sorri e torna-te um/a verdadeiro/a criador/a de sorrisos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boas Férias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Até breve...&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/25291339-115161832911951288?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/115161832911951288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=115161832911951288&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/115161832911951288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/115161832911951288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2006/06/sorrir_29.html' title='Sorrir'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-115161786987884030</id><published>2006-06-29T22:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:51:09.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nenanet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/1600/nenanet10.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/400/nenanet10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-115161786987884030?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/115161786987884030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=115161786987884030&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/115161786987884030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/115161786987884030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2006/06/nenanet.html' title='nenanet'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-115144424427246186</id><published>2006-06-27T22:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:43:32.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedro e o Peixe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Era Domingo e a tarde estava adiantada, o Sol parecia cansado e com vontade de repousar lá longe sobre o mar para dar lugar às fantasias da Lua.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Pedro, o Criador de Sorrisos, não queria perder de vista aquele encontro maravilhoso entre o Sol e o mar pois aquela tarde de Domingo era especial para ele, ainda ele não imaginava o quanto…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Então, foi até à praia para melhor poder desfrutar de tão grande maravilha que era para ele o pôr-do-Sol e para poder ver e ouvir bem de perto as expressividades do mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto passeava pela praia, Pedro dava graças a Deus por tanta beleza que o rodeava e agradecia profundamente por ser tão Feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Caminhando pela praia e olhando para traz, só lhe faltava ver as pegadas de Jesus, pois Pedro tinha a certeza que Ele estava ali bem juntinho dele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Passeava pela areia e olhando para a frente, Pedro viu um peixe! Era um grande peixe que estava prostrado no chão e parecia estar morto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/1600/peixehelp.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/200/peixehelp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pedro correu ao encontro dele com tanta força que até a areia húmida lhe ficava colada nas costas. Tendo chegado junto dele notou que ainda havia ali vida, ainda estava vivo, mas bem à beira da sua morte.&lt;br /&gt;Perante tal situação questionou-se: “Que faço eu?”. Poderia ser fácil resolver a questão, era só dizer: “Coitadinho! Pobre peixe!” e seguir caminho, levando por breves momentos o peixe no pensamento. Isso seria o mais fácil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pedro não optou pelo caminho mais fácil mas sim pelo mais bonito. Optou pelo caminho da sua consciência e pela vontade do seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Então, Pedro pegou nele com algum receio, mas o peixe, sentindo-se apertado por aquelas mãos calorosas, deu um salto e caiu novamente no chão.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pobre peixe! Nunca tinha sentido o calor de umas mãos que estivessem prontas para o ajudar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pedro, mais uma vez segu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;rou nele, mas o peixe, não o compreendendo, escapava-se-lhe entre as mãos recusando a sua ajuda.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pedro, não desistiu, e desta vez sim! Segurou-o com força e colocou-o na água esperando a sua reacção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;O peixe bem queria nadar, mas faltavam-lhe as forças, e como que isso não bastasse tinha ainda a dificuldade das algas marinhas que o sufocavam e o impediam de se movimentar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pedro, sempre atento ao seu peixe, dava-se conta das suas novas dificuldades e, sem olhar para traz, entrou na água e segurou-o novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;O peixe de Pedro necessitava de um impulso forte e um bom porto para partir.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Havia ali perto um rochedo que parecia entrar pelo mar dentro, mas era muito escorregadio e muito perigoso. Era a única maneira de salvar o peixe! Caminhar pelo rochedo e largá-lo onde pudesse nadar sem sufocos nem dificuldades, pois o peixe estava muito fraco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pedro aventurou-se! Com o peixe nas mãos, arriscou a sua vida atravessando o rochedo e chegando ao cabo disse: “Tu consegues, sê forte! Sê corajoso e confia! Eu sei que tu consegues!”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lançando-o ao mar, Pedro ficou encantado! Nem parecia o mesmo peixe que Pedro encontrara no chão! Começou a nadar com uma delicadeza inacreditável e uma confiança incrível seguindo em direcção ao Sol. Sim, porque o Sol parecia poisado no mar e o peixe nadou em direcção a ele. Nadava à tona da água dando a perceber que estava muito grato pela ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pedro não queria louvores, ele só queria que o peixe fosse Feliz e não morresse na praia, tal como aquelas pessoas que morrem de sede com a água pelo queixo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pedro fixava o peixe com o seu olhar bondoso e misericordioso, até que o perdeu de vista no horizonte junto ao Sol…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; text-indent: 35.4pt;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; text-indent: 35.4pt;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; text-indent: 35.4pt;" align="right"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nelson Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-115144424427246186?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/115144424427246186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=115144424427246186&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/115144424427246186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/115144424427246186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2006/06/pedro-e-o-peixe_27.html' title='Pedro e o Peixe'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-115107354174568513</id><published>2006-06-23T15:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T15:43:02.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/1600/583_caridade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/320/583_caridade.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falar com o coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Muito importante!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; Ao passar na &lt;a href="http://caristea.blogspot.com"&gt;Estrela Polar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vi um post muito curioso!&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://caristea.blogspot.com/2006/06/de-profundis.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De profundis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://caristea.blogspot.com/2006/06/de-profundis.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todas as pessoas que gosto de ouvir&lt;br /&gt;são aquelas que falam com experiência!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Experiência porque experimentaram!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quem poderá falar de Deus se nunca O experimentou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deus não é uma questão de conhecimento científico!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É uma questão de vivência!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Quem pode viver sem experimentar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Quem pode falar sem Viver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/25291339-115107354174568513?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/115107354174568513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=115107354174568513&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/115107354174568513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/115107354174568513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2006/06/corao.html' title='Coração'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-115083691091009881</id><published>2006-06-20T21:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T10:45:08.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O mar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/1600/O%20mar%20azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/320/O%20mar%20azul.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tal como o mar reflecte o azul do céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Também o nosso rosto deve reflectir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a alegria e a felicidade do nosso coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O céu tão grande e misterioso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O coração tão grande e também misterioso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perdoa e Ama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/1600/feliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/320/feliz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-115083691091009881?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/115083691091009881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=115083691091009881&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/115083691091009881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/115083691091009881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2006/06/o-mar.html' title='O mar...'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-115045444859662180</id><published>2006-06-16T11:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:44:49.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvador Dali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/1600/Salvador%20Dali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/400/Salvador%20Dali.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desculpem! Mas tenho andado extremamente ocupado com o final do semestre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não tem dado para o blog, mas... aqui fica mais um quadro do Salvador Dali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-115045444859662180?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/115045444859662180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=115045444859662180&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/115045444859662180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/115045444859662180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2006/06/salvador-dali.html' title='Salvador Dali'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25291339.post-114992921648346204</id><published>2006-06-10T09:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T09:46:56.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Amor na cruz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/1600/Cruz%20cora%3F%3F%3F%3Fo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2640/320/Cruz%20cora%3F%3F%3F%3Fo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25291339-114992921648346204?l=nenanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/feeds/114992921648346204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25291339&amp;postID=114992921648346204&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/114992921648346204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25291339/posts/default/114992921648346204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenanet.blogspot.com/2006/06/o-amor-na-cruz.html' title='O Amor na cruz'/><author><name>Né</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121142396579784120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGYIoeILUyY/SjXCCEt570I/AAAAAAAAASw/BgWj-2Q7Alo/S220/anjo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
