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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"><span style="color: #ffe599;">Novo Endereço <a href="http://janeladavida.blogspot.com/">http://janeladavida.blogspot.com/</a></span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvB4y7_EqksO6T0CZW_MD_l57W4pmCqD3MrH_RHk7xvbcEwbe19AaO7lNK9R0ZHQKa2H4cNrOLpWV1A-keb12PMJhmA7b1MvgJ1hY5OTxq1h1LzIevNuLu5hYdn6yDcf1kC0sCiQo25ht/s1600/Janela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" oda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvB4y7_EqksO6T0CZW_MD_l57W4pmCqD3MrH_RHk7xvbcEwbe19AaO7lNK9R0ZHQKa2H4cNrOLpWV1A-keb12PMJhmA7b1MvgJ1hY5OTxq1h1LzIevNuLu5hYdn6yDcf1kC0sCiQo25ht/s320/Janela.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b><span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"><span style="color: #ffe599;">Aos amigos que acessam o Blog Alice no País das Maravilhas,</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b><span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"><span style="color: #ffe599;">Atualmente por motivos outros e pouco tempo disponível tenho me dedicado apenas ao blog Janelas da Vida, onde posto poema de autores de nossa literatura.</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b><span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"><span style="color: #ffe599;">Terei imenso prazer de recebê-los no novo endereço.</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b><span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"><span style="color: #ffe599;">Janelas da Vida é uma alusão as diversas saídas que temos ao nos deparamos com as dificuldades do dia a dia.</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b><span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"><span style="color: #ffe599;">Sempre haverá uma Janela é só buscarmos.</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 20pt;"><em><span style="color: red;">Melhor do que ser Magra é não ter Celulite</span></em></span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: #c4a148; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 16pt;">Aqui na minha praça tem Ipês</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: #c4a148; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 16pt;">Suas flores caem e o vento leva.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: #c4a148; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 16pt;">As pessoas passam apressadas e não reparam em nada</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: #c4a148; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 16pt;">Sua linda cor loira cobre o chão</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: #c4a148; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 16pt;">Só eu vejo, talvez por estar <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sensível</span></div>Suely Bianchihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577291142461994225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904677852528459469.post-83864043086768662392011-11-18T16:24:00.000-08:002011-11-18T16:24:00.706-08:00<span style="color: #ffc000; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-align: center; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric;"><span style="color: #c4a148; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 150%;"><a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/fernando_pessoa/"><span style="color: #c4a148;">Fernando Pessoa</span></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-align: center; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric;"><br />
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</span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"><span style="color: orange;">Preciso um tempo para Sofrer...</span></span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"><span style="color: orange;">Preciso um tempo comigo mesmo para depois florescer.</span></span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"><span style="color: orange;">Este tempo ainda não sei à medida que tem...</span></span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"><span style="color: orange;">É a medida de meu Sofre.</span></span></div>Suely Bianchihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577291142461994225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904677852528459469.post-16793305917262754972011-10-23T19:00:00.000-07:002011-10-23T19:00:16.952-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTrTY8c4dmwLQ3yVk-SZM460OopjHUTxsayFOKEZQWBzV0bPuuNUfL-pis08jXo3OSX-JVeXKuJTh4AJNdRPf0q7bSoGDyXSOSlNYJUR0s9TIeGpJotWOGnj1pUWlj-ZjmTXDUEtrlZ_3P/s1600/Rui.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTrTY8c4dmwLQ3yVk-SZM460OopjHUTxsayFOKEZQWBzV0bPuuNUfL-pis08jXo3OSX-JVeXKuJTh4AJNdRPf0q7bSoGDyXSOSlNYJUR0s9TIeGpJotWOGnj1pUWlj-ZjmTXDUEtrlZ_3P/s320/Rui.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: orange;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 14.1pt 10pt 7.1pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fde9d9; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themetint: 51;"><span style="color: #ffe599;">Hoje faz um mês que o meu querido Rui se foi e é muito duro saber não mais vê-lo com a sua alegria e sua maneira especial de ser.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 14.1pt 10pt 7.1pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fde9d9; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themetint: 51;"><span style="color: #ffe599;">Onde estiveres meu querido que estejas junto dos que amaste e te amaram para sempre.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fde9d9; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themetint: 51;"><span style="color: #ffe599;">Um grande beijo e saudades eternas</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Suely Bianchihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577291142461994225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904677852528459469.post-66009440389331656442011-10-22T11:19:00.000-07:002011-10-22T11:24:20.200-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnzGT9xEhbm0KreEev6BEZVjL756Wvboimb5Dj-61LqRPzo4VEsje2hSlRyXHZncXfqr5byhXuKNv_WhohC1VCZvPw7eAReuZrWRi-QVvLWhqTIkL-TcSLQw9ZkyzXiXpgOGuAwUjz_fN6/s1600/Chapeleiro+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnzGT9xEhbm0KreEev6BEZVjL756Wvboimb5Dj-61LqRPzo4VEsje2hSlRyXHZncXfqr5byhXuKNv_WhohC1VCZvPw7eAReuZrWRi-QVvLWhqTIkL-TcSLQw9ZkyzXiXpgOGuAwUjz_fN6/s1600/Chapeleiro+1.jpg" /></a></div><span style="color: #000099; font-family: courier new, monospace; font-size: 10pt;"></span><br />
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<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-align: center; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New";">Chega um momento na vida em que você sabe</span><span style="color: #000099; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New";"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New";">Quem é importante para você, </span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New";">Quem nunca foi,</span></b><span style="color: red; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New";"> </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New";">Quem não é mais</span></b><span style="color: red; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New";"> e </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New";">Quem o será sempre....</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New";"><br />
Com meu carinho aos que sempre serão.</span></b><span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt;"></span></div></div>Suely Bianchihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577291142461994225noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904677852528459469.post-41419714303736355082011-10-11T17:04:00.000-07:002011-10-11T17:09:29.951-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffe599;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Depois dos últimos acontecimentos e recesso em minha vida tento voltar aos poucos a rotina.</span> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffc000; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #ffe599;">Preciso de um tempo até esta tristeza passar. </span></span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffc000; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #ffe599;">O que falar quando se estar triste.</span></span></div><div align="center"></div>Suely Bianchihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577291142461994225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904677852528459469.post-59687903448490337702011-07-08T19:12:00.000-07:002011-07-08T19:12:27.587-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric;"><span style="color: #ffc000; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Há um tempo em que é preciso abandonar as roupas usadas, que já tem a forma do nosso corpo, e esquecer os nossos caminhos, que nos levam sempre aos mesmos lugares. </span><span style="color: #ffc000; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric;"><span style="color: #ffc000; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">É o tempo da travessia: e, se não ousarmos fazê-la, teremos ficado, para sempre, à margem de nós mesmos. <br />
Fernando Pessoa (poeta e escritor português)</span><span style="color: #ffc000; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffc000; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Jesus Cristo</span><span style="color: #ffc000; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Suely Bianchihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577291142461994225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904677852528459469.post-80726657423964367862011-07-02T17:06:00.000-07:002011-07-02T17:06:53.571-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCyM6QAO32_HmKarQyG8hpPty-tlD64vuD0nxXLvN6FJQi_wyVXYaLOvRNpeawBxXzR3106XG8MhVZnMffH-mLhcMcleKqvlNX96e-o6w0gqmk3j2iDITCV-2OKQUDzvWKwQMnBupvYOc/s1600/Imagem9.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="259" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCyM6QAO32_HmKarQyG8hpPty-tlD64vuD0nxXLvN6FJQi_wyVXYaLOvRNpeawBxXzR3106XG8MhVZnMffH-mLhcMcleKqvlNX96e-o6w0gqmk3j2iDITCV-2OKQUDzvWKwQMnBupvYOc/s320/Imagem9.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">As coisas mais importantes na vida </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #ffe599;">não são coisas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffe599;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Anthony J. D'Angelo </span><span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt;"></span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Suely Bianchihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577291142461994225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904677852528459469.post-38399536933983411232011-05-31T12:02:00.000-07:002011-05-31T12:02:00.120-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvdaY9z-JBXcEZKSF-UHMWWEYpPhwDlZXhrsQTv5rqUWneyh3zI3PmCPXjgDlvIRJe95tEj1BGqBdWWtfoITB_wseWfD3BO9fKUNkaP6do7ubRfL_o_aKptufcmfgLMT1DXLMVTx236Av/s1600/tirinhas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvdaY9z-JBXcEZKSF-UHMWWEYpPhwDlZXhrsQTv5rqUWneyh3zI3PmCPXjgDlvIRJe95tEj1BGqBdWWtfoITB_wseWfD3BO9fKUNkaP6do7ubRfL_o_aKptufcmfgLMT1DXLMVTx236Av/s200/tirinhas.jpg" t8="true" width="200" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric;"><b><span style="color: white; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; mso-themecolor: background1;">Um homem com andar meio cambaleante é parado pela polícia às quatro da manhã e é perguntado para onde está indo.</span></b><span style="color: white; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; mso-themecolor: background1;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric;"><b><span style="color: white; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; mso-themecolor: background1;"><br />
Estou a caminho para ouvir uma palestra sobre os efeitos do álcool no corpo humano.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric;"><b><span style="color: white; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; mso-themecolor: background1;">O policial pergunta:</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric;"><b><span style="color: white; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; mso-themecolor: background1;">Sério? </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric;"><b><span style="color: white; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; mso-themecolor: background1;">E quem vai dar uma palestra nesta hora da madrugada?</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric;"><b><span style="color: white; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; mso-themecolor: background1;">Ele diz: - Minha esposa...</span></b></div><div align="center"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b><span style="color: #fde9d9; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 16pt;">Um homem encontra seu amigo na rua e lhe diz:</span></b><span style="color: #fde9d9; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 16pt;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: #fde9d9; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 16pt;"><br />
Cara, você é igualzinho a minha sogra, a única diferença é o bigode! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: #fde9d9; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 16pt;">O amigo fala: <br />
Mas eu não tenho bigode! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: #fde9d9; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 16pt;">É, mas a minha sogra tem.</span></div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 16pt;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Mulher bonita é igual a tsunami: </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 16pt;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Quando chega vem cheia de onda eninguém enxerga o perigo. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 16pt;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Quando vai embora leva o carro, a casa e tudo mais que estiver a seu alcance.</span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2o1u-0UlaN5oRzJVgkPe9V97avYuhVi40B8pWuUynhDhO3u15QhcdcvK9N5Df1i81gNTcCX1bK06lBy_zoDisc3D6gxtWLbsDAdBO0cPevRU5XZzc90jmXPv13TRqw5XxjKj5L73nKse-/s1600/ondas+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>Suely Bianchihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577291142461994225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904677852528459469.post-78456384114989946222011-05-28T16:05:00.000-07:002011-05-28T16:05:00.128-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib01DtxISvQK8iLpB9tZ8YDiV0-YHL8IpEaCGLL_ea_kZcG2tL5gLNTCduC3CLrxbELEY3EaX3jqtb4o2oTXpXy4q00yt36SZZG_DQGTnH06Cgo24VIJb58cC36abThLXhj3nVercr8bTR/s1600/AFF.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib01DtxISvQK8iLpB9tZ8YDiV0-YHL8IpEaCGLL_ea_kZcG2tL5gLNTCduC3CLrxbELEY3EaX3jqtb4o2oTXpXy4q00yt36SZZG_DQGTnH06Cgo24VIJb58cC36abThLXhj3nVercr8bTR/s1600/AFF.gif" t8="true" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b><span style="color: white; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 18pt;">O homem leva um susto ao ouvir de sua cartomante:</span></b><span style="color: white; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 18pt;"> <br />
Em breve sua sogra morrerá de forma violenta. <br />
Imediatamente ele pergunta à vidente: <br />
Violentamente? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 18pt;">E eu? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 18pt;">Serei absolvido?</span></div>Suely Bianchihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577291142461994225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904677852528459469.post-6512649391856046042011-05-26T16:17:00.000-07:002011-05-27T20:05:28.771-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZN6u_El7-ZsYDKOjAi4IViuCbXXkDtaWdsvdbPEyHhHRwpfacrIi8mcumA0ePRjAmjgvWMfcewN10DUTsjX3UyzOfE8P-RDodt835QOhx7itOGZoPLTCrXCivHNaJN3mqgN_wRKwQbk7a/s1600/Ubuntu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZN6u_El7-ZsYDKOjAi4IViuCbXXkDtaWdsvdbPEyHhHRwpfacrIi8mcumA0ePRjAmjgvWMfcewN10DUTsjX3UyzOfE8P-RDodt835QOhx7itOGZoPLTCrXCivHNaJN3mqgN_wRKwQbk7a/s320/Ubuntu.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b><span style="color: teal; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: white;">UBUNTU</span></span></b><b><span style="color: teal; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt;"><br />
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A jornalista e filósofa Lia Diskin, no Festival Mundial da Paz, em Floripa (2006), nos presenteou com um caso de uma tribo na África chamada Ubuntu.<br />
Ela contou que um antropólogo estava estudando os usos e costumes da tribo e, quando terminou seu trabalho, teve que esperar pelo transporte que o levaria até o aeroporto de volta pra casa. Sobrava muito tempo, mas ele não queria catequizar os membros da tribo; então, propôs uma brincadeira pras crianças, que achou ser inofensiva.<br />
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Comprou uma porção de doces e guloseimas na cidade, botou tudo num cesto bem bonito com laço de fita e tudo e colocou debaixo de uma árvore. Aí ele chamou as crianças e combinou que quando ele dissesse "já!", elas deveriam sair correndo até o cesto, e a que chegasse primeiro ganharia todos os doces que estavam lá dentro. <br />
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As crianças se posicionaram na linha demarcatória que ele desenhou no chão e esperaram pelo sinal combinado. Quando ele disse "Já!", instantaneamente todas as crianças se deram as mãos e saíram correndo em direção à árvore com o cesto. Chegando lá, começaram a distribuir os doces entre si e a comerem felizes.<br />
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O antropólogo foi ao encontro delas e perguntou porque elas tinham ido todas juntas se uma só poderia ficar com tudo que havia no cesto e, assim, ganhar muito mais doces. <br />
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Elas simplesmente responderam: "Ubuntu, tio. Como uma de nós poderia ficar feliz se todas as outras estivessem tristes?” <br />
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Ele ficou desconcertado! Meses e meses trabalhando nisso, estudando a tribo, e ainda não havia compreendido, de verdade,a essência daquele povo. Ou jamais teria proposto uma competição, certo?<br />
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Ubuntu significa: "<b><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">Sou quem sou, porque somos todos nós</span></b>!" <br />
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Atente para o detalhe: porque </span></span><span style="color: teal; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: white;">SOMOS, não pelo que temos...<br />
UBUNTU PARA VOCÊ!</span></span><span style="color: red; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt;"></span></div>Suely Bianchihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577291142461994225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904677852528459469.post-50045621139904976892011-05-16T17:27:00.000-07:002011-05-25T16:01:15.058-07:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 12pt; mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-align: center; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 18pt;">É a Natureza</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 12pt; mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric;"><br />
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- Minha sogra morreu e agora fiquei em dúvida. Não sei se vou <br />
trabalhar ou se vou pro enterro dela... O que é que você acha? <br />
E o amigo: <br />
- Primeiro o trabalho, depois a diversão!!!</span> </span></div><div style="line-height: 150%;"><br />
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</div>Suely Bianchihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577291142461994225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904677852528459469.post-73694380283465955042011-05-13T16:52:00.000-07:002011-05-13T16:52:09.625-07:00<span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; mso-no-proof: yes;"><shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f"><stroke joinstyle="miter"></stroke><formulas><f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"></f><f eqn="sum @0 1 0"></f><f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"></f><f eqn="prod @2 1 2"></f><f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"></f><f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"></f><f eqn="sum @0 0 1"></f><f eqn="prod @6 1 2"></f><f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"></f><f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"></f><f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"></f><f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"></f></formulas><path gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect" o:extrusionok="f"></path><lock aspectratio="t" v:ext="edit"></lock></shapetype> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric;"></div><br />
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Santíssima Virgem, </span> <br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">que nos montes de Fátima vos dignastes revelar </span> <br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">aos três pastorinhos os tesouros de graças </span> <br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">que podemos alcançar, rezando o Santo Rosário,</span> <br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">ajudai-nos a apreciar sempre mais esta santa oração,</span> <br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">a fim de que, meditando os mistérios da nossa redenção,</span> <br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">alcancemos as graças que insistentemente vos pedimos</span> </span></div><span style="color: #ffffcc; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; mso-no-proof: yes;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric;"><shape alt="http://www.encantosepaixoes.com.br/01051stardourada.gif" id="Imagem_x0020_2" o:spid="_x0000_i1025" style="height: 8.25pt; mso-wrap-style: square; visibility: visible; width: 8.25pt;" type="#_x0000_t75"><imagedata o:title="01051stardourada" src="file:///C:\Users\BIANCH~1\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image001.gif"></imagedata></shape></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric;"><br />
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">para este mundo tão necessitado de Paz, de Saúde e Justiça. </span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric;"><span style="color: #ffffcc; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Vinde em nosso auxílio, Mãe dos Aflitos, </span><span style="color: #ffffcc; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt;"> <br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">e Socorrei-nos com Vosso Amor e Piedade. </span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric;"><span style="color: #ffffcc; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Nossa Senhora do Rosário de Fátima, rogai por nós.</span><span style="color: #ffffcc; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric;"><br />
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