<?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-1333868713925236108</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:38:55.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sabrina fernandes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-7368776797544491062</id><published>2009-08-20T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:33:54.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As estações da vida....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/So1QPOGb-nI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tWaPef9Z9o0/s1600-h/esta%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 651px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 387px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372038152936225394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/So1QPOGb-nI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tWaPef9Z9o0/s320/esta%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cada dia me parece q estamos sempre passando por essas estções ...cada um de nós..individualmente e coletivamente passamos por invernos...verões..primaveras...outonos...indepedente do clima externo do nosso cotidiano é impressionante perceber como vivemos outonos internos e verões externos e assim vai...o bonito é perceber qu podemos crescer a cada dia com esses pequenos conhecimentos, e entender juntocom a natureza que as vezes precisamos de uma chuva de lágrimas para laver nossa alma,assim ,como o céu limpa a terra cm suas agúas,precisamos passar pelas perdar do outono,deixar cair as nossas folhas secas... nos desapegarmos delas e esperar que brotem nossas flores,no nosso coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;entender a sabedoria da criação é tb entender a nossa vida, o nosso intinerrário interior...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;bju&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/1333868713925236108-7368776797544491062?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/7368776797544491062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/7368776797544491062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-estacoes-da-vida.html' title='As estações da vida....'/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/So1QPOGb-nI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tWaPef9Z9o0/s72-c/esta%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-7512526457217490490</id><published>2009-08-08T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:44:56.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIGOS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/Sn2qemkBX1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/HHm3isejspo/s1600-h/maos+de+amigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367633773619928914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/Sn2qemkBX1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/HHm3isejspo/s320/maos+de+amigo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A Amizade é o maior tesouro que alguem pode ter na vida, mas muito confundem amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; com "coleguismos",não...amizade é algo mais profundo,mais intenso,que só quem realmente experimentou desse amor desinteressado, capaz de atravessar montanhas,de enfrentar qualquer coisa poderá entender o que estou tentando expressar,se eu morresse agora, teria a certeza que experimentei a melhor das realizações que é a de "amar e ser amado em retribuição", um amor diferente do amor familiar, do amor "Eros", da paixão, não, um amor construido,grão por grão, lágrima por lágrima, sorriso por sorriso...agradeço a Deus por ter AMIGOS, e o que mais desejo é que ninguem morra sem descobrir esse tesouro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333868713925236108-7512526457217490490?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/7512526457217490490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/7512526457217490490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2009/08/amigos.html' title='AMIGOS...'/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/Sn2qemkBX1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/HHm3isejspo/s72-c/maos+de+amigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-3433353885037956654</id><published>2009-08-06T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:21:41.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SnuOMxUIhiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/fGXbVL87f6s/s1600-h/caminhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367039730989434402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SnuOMxUIhiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/fGXbVL87f6s/s320/caminhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;" Não deves recusar a dor, porque ela te constrói, te marca os limites e te faz crescer por dentro dos teus muros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem ela, não passarias de um projecto do homem que hás-de ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SnuNyD6e50I/AAAAAAAAAKg/WjE_bgWjuJw/s1600-h/olho.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ela edifica-te os músculos, a cabeça e o coração, e não existe outra maneira de chegares a ser aquilo que deves vir a ser.Se não sofresses não haveria ninguém dentro de ti."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Paulo Geraldo)&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/1333868713925236108-3433353885037956654?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-3324919157023867379</id><published>2009-08-03T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:09:07.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/Snb9hPkTlMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9HNum8DSjXY/s1600-h/cais.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365754753614845122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/Snb9hPkTlMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9HNum8DSjXY/s320/cais.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Para quem quer se soltar invento o cais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Invento mais que a solidão me dá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;nvento lua nova a clarear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Invento o amor e sei a dor de me lançar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Eu queria ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Invento o mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Invento em mim o sonhador...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Para quem quer me seguir eu quero mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Tenho o caminho do que sempre quis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;E um saveiro pronto pra partir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Invento o cais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;E sei a vez de me lançar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;(Milton Nascimento)&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/1333868713925236108-3324919157023867379?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SnHh-0sG0YI/AAAAAAAAAKI/iC6LO1k_qDo/s1600-h/eus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364317100586750338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SnHh-0sG0YI/AAAAAAAAAKI/iC6LO1k_qDo/s320/eus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SnHf_BHiH4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/BkefMj0jxig/s1600-h/octoshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364314904899755906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SnHf_BHiH4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/BkefMj0jxig/s320/octoshow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SnHfxX-4QaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Z1fe_G4BeK4/s1600-h/nos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364314670519304610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SnHfxX-4QaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Z1fe_G4BeK4/s320/nos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1333868713925236108-3724842972147564687?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/3724842972147564687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/3724842972147564687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2009/07/beatles.html' title='beatles'/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SnHh-0sG0YI/AAAAAAAAAKI/iC6LO1k_qDo/s72-c/eus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-5633000180996540473</id><published>2009-07-30T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:45:30.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>formatura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SnHb2KwY8AI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kLay_zJSjH8/s1600-h/S5034412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364310354821705730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SnHb2KwY8AI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kLay_zJSjH8/s320/S5034412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SnHaxCalpyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XVaFR0zWCs4/s1600-h/cartazprontinhu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364309167171807010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SnHaxCalpyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XVaFR0zWCs4/s320/cartazprontinhu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1333868713925236108-5633000180996540473?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/5633000180996540473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/5633000180996540473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2009/07/formatura.html' title='formatura'/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SnHb2KwY8AI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kLay_zJSjH8/s72-c/S5034412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-680374924447641783</id><published>2009-07-28T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:33:14.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"viver é afinar um instrumento,de dentro pra fora de fora pra dentro a toda hora todo momento...de dentro pra fora..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A vida com todas as suas "loucuras", ou o  que carinhosamente chamamos de "adversidades" ou pq não seriam "diversidades, kkkk aquilo que todos os dias nos deparamos e encontramos, que para os sábios eram grande oportunidades de crescimento interior, e  que são  tão dificeis para nós   passar  por essas provas diárias, aquilo que deveria nos inspirar,nos elevar,nos fazer encontrar sentido para cada coisa, as vezes é o que nos afasta de nós mesmos, ou que nos faz "perder o dia" ou perder a oportunidade de trabalhar a virtude que mais  precisamos e a vida nos dá oportunidades constantes e é claro só a reconhecemos, depois que elas passam...eu ainda sou assim, gostaria de estar com os olhos do coração abertos, dispostos, em prontidão pra não me aborrecer, pra não deixar escapar nada, nenhuma situação,mas quando vejo...ela já escorreu pelos dedos, e agora é pedir para que a minha alma consiga estar atenta para a proxima prova do destino...não se preocupe elas vêm o tempo todo ,mas como atravessa-las de forma consciente?isso é o segredo da sabedoria...crescer...de dentro pra fora e  de fora pra dentro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333868713925236108-680374924447641783?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/680374924447641783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/680374924447641783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2009/07/viver-e-afinar-um-instrumentode-dentro.html' title='&quot;viver é afinar um instrumento,de dentro pra fora de fora pra dentro a toda hora todo momento...de dentro pra fora...&quot;'/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-6928933833365203986</id><published>2009-06-23T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:57:20.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vontade de viver...........</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa imensa vontade de descobrir novos horizontes, novas possibilidades, que levou muitas pessoas a revelarem muitos segredos a descobrirem tantas maravilhas, essa inquietude que mora  no coração do homem e que não nos deixa padecer frente as inúmeras realidades do cotidiano que tenta nos forçar a levar uma vida medíocre e repetitiva...&lt;br /&gt;Esse desejo é o que nos salva.. nos salva do mundo, nos salva até de nós mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;pois nos leva acreditar que aquilo que sentimos de alguma maneira faz sentido. nem que seja pra nos animar...nos fazer crer...&lt;br /&gt;nos deixar amar...&lt;br /&gt;Nos  fazer VIVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333868713925236108-6928933833365203986?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/6928933833365203986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/6928933833365203986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2009/06/vontade-de-viver.html' title='A Vontade de viver...........'/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-1465368352440633251</id><published>2009-04-02T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:21:15.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantar...</title><content type='html'>a vida,sem restrições...&lt;br /&gt;como ficamosquando pensamos que o coração ...&lt;br /&gt;a vida...&lt;br /&gt;o amor..&lt;br /&gt;carreira...&lt;br /&gt;voz...&lt;br /&gt;sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;onde eles vão...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333868713925236108-1465368352440633251?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/1465368352440633251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/1465368352440633251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2009/04/cantar.html' title='Cantar...'/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-5366973817420800057</id><published>2009-02-21T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:35:17.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Um misterio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;uma descoberta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;um sonho..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;uma realidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;um desafio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;uma insatisfação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;um fenômeno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;uma só????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333868713925236108-5366973817420800057?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/5366973817420800057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/5366973817420800057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2009/02/vida.html' title='A vida...'/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-5069643076607398245</id><published>2009-02-03T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:10:00.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu canto porque o instante existe&lt;br /&gt;e a minha vida está completa.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou alegre nem sou triste:&lt;br /&gt;sou poeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irmão das coisas fugidias,&lt;br /&gt;não sinto gozo nem tormento.&lt;br /&gt;Atravesso noites e dias&lt;br /&gt;no vento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se desmorono ou se edifico,&lt;br /&gt;se permaneço ou me desfaço,&lt;br /&gt;— não sei, não sei. Não sei se fico&lt;br /&gt;ou passo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que canto. E a canção é tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Tem sangue eterno a asa ritmada.&lt;br /&gt;E um dia sei que estarei mudo:&lt;br /&gt;— mais nada.&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Cecilia_Meireles/" class="autor"&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333868713925236108-5069643076607398245?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/5069643076607398245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/5069643076607398245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2009/02/motivo.html' title='Motivo'/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-4239887223014468362</id><published>2009-01-11T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:02:46.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" Amar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SWqWeJMBoNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lPUvrwHiRtE/s1600-h/rosto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290206156906668242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SWqWeJMBoNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lPUvrwHiRtE/s320/rosto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Amar é sempre ser vulnerável. Ame qualquer coisa e certamente seu coração vai doer e talvez se partir...Se quiser ter a certeza de mantê-lo intacto,você não deve entregá-lo á ninguém , nem mesmo a um animal. Envolva o cuidadosamente em seus hobbies e pequenos luxos, evite qualquer envolvimento, guarde o na segurança do esquife de seu egoísmo. Mas nesse esquife – seguro , sem movimento , sem ar - ele vai mudar. Ele não vai se partir – vai tornar se indestrutível, impenetrável , irredimível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A alternativa a uma tragédia ou pelo menos ao risco de uma tragédia é a condenação. O único lugar além do céu onde se pode estar perfeitamente a salvo de todos os riscos e pertubações do amor é o inferno..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;C.S Lewis em “Os quatro amores”&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/1333868713925236108-4239887223014468362?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/4239887223014468362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/4239887223014468362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2009/01/amar-sempre-ser-vulnervel.html' title='&quot; Amar...'/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SWqWeJMBoNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lPUvrwHiRtE/s72-c/rosto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-4201315083414370342</id><published>2009-01-02T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:08:08.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SV7IPxO68VI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ThI89YdAhBQ/s1600-h/GOTA.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286883185819054418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SV7IPxO68VI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ThI89YdAhBQ/s320/GOTA.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não importa onde você parou...Em que momento da vida você cansou...O que importa é que sempre é possível e necessário "RECOMEÇAR".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;RECOMEÇAR é dar uma nova chance a si mesmo...É renovar as esperanças na vida e, o mais importante...Acreditar em você de novo.Sofreu muito neste período?Foi aprendizado...Chorou muito?Foi limpeza da alma...Ficou com raiva das pessoas?Foi para perdoá-las um dia...Sentiu-se só por diversas vezes?É porque fechaste a porta até para os anjos...Acreditou em tudo que estava perdido?Era o início de tua melhora...Onde você quer chegar?Ir alto?Sonhe alto...QUEIRA O MELHOR DO MELHOR...Se pensamos pequeno...Coisas pequenas teremos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mas se desejarmos fortemente o melhor e PRINCIPALMENTE LUTARMOS PELO MELHOR...O melhor vai se instalar em nossa vida.Porque sou do tamanho daquilo que vejo.E não do tamanho da minha altura."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade &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/1333868713925236108-4201315083414370342?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/4201315083414370342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/4201315083414370342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-importa-onde-voc-parou.html' title=''/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SV7IPxO68VI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ThI89YdAhBQ/s72-c/GOTA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-5764449453996658180</id><published>2008-11-24T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:32:33.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É Proibido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SStHjOP-x8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/iACoSx8v9Xs/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272386459213416386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SStHjOP-x8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/iACoSx8v9Xs/s320/rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;É proibido chorar sem aprender,Levantar-se um dia sem saber o que fazerTer medo de suas lembranças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;É proibido não rir dos problemasNão lutar pelo que se quer,Abandonar tudo por medo,Não transformar sonhos em realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;É proibido não demonstrar amorFazer com que alguém pague por tuas dúvidas e mau-humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;É proibido deixar os amigos Não tentar compreender o que viveram juntos Chamá-los somente quando necessita deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;É proibido não ser você mesmo diante das pessoas,Fingir que elas não te importam,Ser gentil só para que se lembrem de você,Esquecer aqueles que gostam de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;É proibido não fazer as coisas por si mesmo,Não crer em Deus e fazer seu destino,Ter medo da vida e de seus compromissos,Não viver cada dia como se fosse um último suspiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;É proibido sentir saudades de alguém sem se alegrar,Esquecer seus olhos, seu sorriso, só porque seus caminhos se desencontraram,Esquecer seu passado e pagá-lo com seu presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;É proibido não tentar compreender as pessoas,Pensar que as vidas deles valem mais que a sua,Não saber que cada um tem seu caminho e sua sorte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;É proibido não criar sua história,Deixar de dar graças a Deus por sua vida,Não ter um momento para quem necessita de você,Não compreender que o que a vida te dá, também te tira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;É proibido não buscar a felicidade,Não viver sua vida com uma atitude positiva,Não pensar que podemos ser melhores,Não sentir que sem você este mundo não seria igual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Pablo_Neruda/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333868713925236108-5764449453996658180?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/feeds/5764449453996658180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333868713925236108&amp;postID=5764449453996658180' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/5764449453996658180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/5764449453996658180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2008/11/proibido.html' title='É Proibido'/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SStHjOP-x8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/iACoSx8v9Xs/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-2128714255999581900</id><published>2008-11-24T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:27:00.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O verdadeiro amor nunca se desgasta. Quanto mais se dá mais se tem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não confundas o amor com o delírio da posse, que acarreta os piores sofrimentos. Porque, contrariamente à opinião comum, o amor não faz sofrer. O instinto de propriedade, que é o contrário do amor, esse é que faz sofrer. (...) Eu sei assim reconhecer aquele que ama verdadeiramente: é que ele não pode ser prejudicado. O amor verdadeiro começa lá onde não se espera mais nada em troca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Antoine_de_Saint-Exupery/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333868713925236108-2128714255999581900?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/feeds/2128714255999581900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333868713925236108&amp;postID=2128714255999581900' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/2128714255999581900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/2128714255999581900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-verdadeiro-amor-nunca-se-desgasta.html' title=''/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-5847109965400862487</id><published>2008-11-24T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:05:09.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"Eu Pensava que nós seguíamos caminhos já feitos, mas parece que não os há. O nosso ir faz o caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/C.S.Lewis/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;C.S.Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333868713925236108-5847109965400862487?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/feeds/5847109965400862487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333868713925236108&amp;postID=5847109965400862487' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/5847109965400862487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/5847109965400862487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-pensava-que-ns-seguamos-caminhos-j.html' title=''/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-8602756127602257964</id><published>2008-11-22T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T06:50:28.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SSgayGz95cI/AAAAAAAAADs/r1chTgRHrCY/s1600-h/amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271492811961525698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SSgayGz95cI/AAAAAAAAADs/r1chTgRHrCY/s320/amigos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As opções que fazemos no di-a-dia não apenas determinam quem somos hoje,como também quem seremos amanhã.:"É por isso que as decisões que você e eu tomamos todos os dias têm uma enorme importância.Um pequeno ato de bondade feito hoje representa a conquista de um ponto estratégico,de onde você poderá,mais tarde,obter vitórias com que nunca sonhou.Já uma indulgência aparentemente trivial que satisfaça desejos ou ráivas pode significar a perda de uma posição crucial,de onde o inimogo pode desfechar um ataque que de outra forma seria impossível."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/C.S.Lewis/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;C.S.Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333868713925236108-8602756127602257964?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/feeds/8602756127602257964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333868713925236108&amp;postID=8602756127602257964' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/8602756127602257964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/8602756127602257964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-opes-que-fazemos-no-di-dia-no-apenas.html' title=''/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SSgayGz95cI/AAAAAAAAADs/r1chTgRHrCY/s72-c/amigos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-4937668678686976547</id><published>2008-11-12T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:50:29.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SRr7CSC6l9I/AAAAAAAAADk/fIHpcZ6H72g/s1600-h/menino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267798730785593298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SRr7CSC6l9I/AAAAAAAAADk/fIHpcZ6H72g/s320/menino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sonhe com aquilo que você quiser.Seja o que você quer ser,porque você possui apenas uma vida e nela só se tem uma chance de fazer aquilo que se quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tenha felicidade bastante para fazê-la doce.Dificuldades para fazê-la forte.Tristeza para fazê-la humana.E esperança suficiente para fazê-la feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;As pessoas mais felizes não têm as melhores coisas.Elas sabem fazer o melhor das oportunidades que aparecem em seus caminhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A felicidade aparece para aqueles que choram.Para aqueles que se machucam.Para aqueles que buscam e tentam sempre.E para aqueles que reconhecem a importância das pessoas que passam por suas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O futuro mais brilhante é baseado num passado intensamente vivido.Você só terá sucesso na vida quando perdoar os erros e as decepções do passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A vida é curta, mas as emoções que podemos deixar duram uma eternidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A vida não é de se brincar porque um belo dia se morre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Clarice_Lispector/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&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/1333868713925236108-4937668678686976547?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/feeds/4937668678686976547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333868713925236108&amp;postID=4937668678686976547' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/4937668678686976547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/4937668678686976547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2008/11/sonhe-com-aquilo-que-voc-quiser.html' title=''/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SRr7CSC6l9I/AAAAAAAAADk/fIHpcZ6H72g/s72-c/menino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-8768698549089419563</id><published>2008-11-10T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:56:40.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ama-me por Amor somente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Ama-me por amor somente.Não digas: "Amo-a pelo seu olhar,o seu sorriso, o modo de falar honesto e brando. Amo-a porque se sente minh'alma em comunhão constantemente com a sua". Porque pode mudar isso tudo, em si mesmo, ao perpassar do tempo, ou para ti unicamente.Nem me ames pelo pranto que a bondade de tuas mãos enxuga, pois se em mim secar, por teu conforto, esta vontade de chorar, teu amor pode ter fim!Ama-me por amor do amor, e assim me hás de querer por toda a eternidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Madre Teresa de Calcutá&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/1333868713925236108-8768698549089419563?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/feeds/8768698549089419563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333868713925236108&amp;postID=8768698549089419563' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/8768698549089419563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/8768698549089419563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2008/11/ama-me-por-amor-somente.html' title='Ama-me por Amor somente'/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-3605629843440406049</id><published>2008-11-07T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:20:51.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VC SE PINTA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SRUEtW8QLTI/AAAAAAAAADc/82tyC8JDTn8/s1600-h/imagem_palhaco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266120516578585906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SRUEtW8QLTI/AAAAAAAAADc/82tyC8JDTn8/s320/imagem_palhaco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;VC SE PINTA???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quando a gente se pinta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;quando a gente realmente tem coragem de dizer o que sente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;vc se pinta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;o palhaço tem um sorriso desenhado no rosto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;qual desenho vc faz...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Como vou pintada hj?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;muitas vezes sentimos a necessidade de sorrir e não sorrimos, de chorar e não choramos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;de expressar nossa insatisfação e não o fazemos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;vc se pinta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;qual o seu desenho de hj...?&lt;br /&gt;Vc é quem realmente é...?&lt;br /&gt;a imagem que criamos a pessoa que forjamos muitas vezes aprisio na nossa alma de quem realmente somos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;para agradar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;para não ser o chato...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;VC SE PINTA...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pensar em como saímos cada dia de casa como nos vestimos como nos arrumanos para enfrentar o dia dia e nossas atividades &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;se isso esta realmente nos fazendo felizes de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;e se estamos em harmonia conosco mesmo ou estamos a cada dia pintando um novo rosto uma nova pessoa ou assumindo o que realmente somos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&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/1333868713925236108-3605629843440406049?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/feeds/3605629843440406049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-1158939189628863410</id><published>2008-11-04T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:13:21.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Um homem precisa viajar. Por sua conta, não por meio de histórias, imagens, livros ou TV. Precisa viajar por si, com seus olhos e pés, para entender o que é seu. Para um dia plantar as suas árvores e dar-lhes valor. Conhecer o frio para desfrutar o calor. E o oposto. Sentir a distância e o desabrigo para estar bem sob o próprio teto. Um homem precisa viajar para lugares que não conhece para quebrar essa arrogância que nos faz ver o mundo como o imaginamos, e não simplesmente como é ou pode ser; que nos faz professores e doutores do que não vimos, quando deveríamos ser alunos, e simplesmente ir ver”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;     ( Amir Klink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;É melhor atirar-se à luta em busca de dias melhores, mesmo correndo o risco de perder tudo, do que permanecer estático, como os pobres de espírito, que não lutam, mas também não vencem, que não conhecem a dor da derrota, nem a glória de ressurgir dos escombros. Esses pobres de espírito, ao final de sua jornada na Terra não agradecem a Deus por terem vivido, mas desculpam-se perante Ele, por terem apenas passado pela vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;         ¨Bob Marley¨　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'Preocupe-se mais com a sua consciência do que com sua reputação. Por que sua consciência é o que você é, e a sua reputação é o que os outros pensam de você. 　　　　　 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　E o que os outros pensam, é problema deles.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;¨Bob Marley¨&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/1333868713925236108-1158939189628863410?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/feeds/1158939189628863410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333868713925236108&amp;postID=1158939189628863410' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/1158939189628863410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/1158939189628863410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2008/11/um-homem-precisa-viajar.html' title=''/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-1485085262136830867</id><published>2008-11-04T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:11:43.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SRBkIWSOQpI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ogii6CXNav8/s1600-h/S5033099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SRBkIWSOQpI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ogii6CXNav8/s320/S5033099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264818058979852946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Te Amar é Acreditar em um sonho, um conto, uma magia, só que isso tudo eu estou vivendo todos os momentos intensamente ao lado dela..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;(Alan David _ Esposo lindo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333868713925236108-1485085262136830867?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/feeds/1485085262136830867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333868713925236108&amp;postID=1485085262136830867' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/1485085262136830867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/1485085262136830867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2008/11/te-amar-acreditar-em-um-sonho-um-conto.html' title=''/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SRBkIWSOQpI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ogii6CXNav8/s72-c/S5033099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-5576799171782310752</id><published>2008-11-04T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:00:52.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;De tarde quero descansar, chegar ate a praia e ver&lt;br /&gt;Se o vento ainda está forte&lt;br /&gt;E vai ser bom subir nas pedras&lt;br /&gt;Sei que faço isso pra esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Eu deixo a onda me acertar&lt;br /&gt;E o vento vai levando tudo embora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora está tão longe&lt;br /&gt;Vê, a linha do horizonte me distrai:&lt;br /&gt;Dos nossos planos é que tenho mais saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Quando olhávamos juntos na mesma direção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aonde está você agora&lt;br /&gt;Além de aqui dentro de mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agimos certo sem querer&lt;br /&gt;Foi só o tempo que errou&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser difícil sem você&lt;br /&gt;Porque você está comigo o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu vejo o mar,&lt;br /&gt;Existe algo que diz,&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida continua&lt;br /&gt;E se entregar é uma bobagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já que você não está aqui,&lt;br /&gt;O que posso fazer é cuidar de mim&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser feliz ao menos&lt;br /&gt;Lembra que o plano era ficarmos bem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ei, olha só o que eu achei: cavalos-marinhos&lt;br /&gt;Sei que faço isso pra esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Eu deixo a onda me acertar&lt;br /&gt;E o vento vai levando tudo embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333868713925236108-5576799171782310752?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/feeds/5576799171782310752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333868713925236108&amp;postID=5576799171782310752' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/5576799171782310752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/5576799171782310752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2008/11/de-tarde-quero-descansar-chegar-ate.html' title=''/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-5038297326133579744</id><published>2008-10-29T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T05:54:35.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-52fa8744d7f576e9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D52fa8744d7f576e9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332586212%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31D62C71E74B72C1D54A05648EAD6A896B226633.8B644F9EB9C1DF4452FEA6770A5659DB2C8F33F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D52fa8744d7f576e9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQG862pQCJnVufCrKbWItwMvMPV0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D52fa8744d7f576e9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332586212%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31D62C71E74B72C1D54A05648EAD6A896B226633.8B644F9EB9C1DF4452FEA6770A5659DB2C8F33F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D52fa8744d7f576e9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQG862pQCJnVufCrKbWItwMvMPV0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Mais vale um amigo do que um pote com dinheiro...amizade é um tesouro verdadeiro....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333868713925236108-5038297326133579744?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=52fa8744d7f576e9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/feeds/5038297326133579744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333868713925236108&amp;postID=5038297326133579744' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/5038297326133579744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/5038297326133579744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2008/10/mais-vale-um-amigo-do-que-um-pote-com.html' title=''/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-1174750439174039137</id><published>2008-10-29T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T05:29:10.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SQhV5L3zCmI/AAAAAAAAACc/1QQXhn_FUZs/s1600-h/aca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262550605510150754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SQhV5L3zCmI/AAAAAAAAACc/1QQXhn_FUZs/s320/aca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Quando você despenca de uma grande altura, só há um lugar possível para aterrissar: o solo, o solo da verdade. E se você possui o entendimento que deriva da prática espiritual, essa queda de modo algum é um desastre, mas a descoberta de um refúgio interno.&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Sogyal Rinpoche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/1333868713925236108-1174750439174039137?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/feeds/1174750439174039137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333868713925236108&amp;postID=1174750439174039137' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/1174750439174039137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/1174750439174039137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2008/10/quando-voc-despenca-de-uma-grande.html' title=''/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SQhV5L3zCmI/AAAAAAAAACc/1QQXhn_FUZs/s72-c/aca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333868713925236108.post-1281095779473444068</id><published>2008-10-24T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T05:33:07.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Amar "</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SQHPjl2BPtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/enIA7gD2cIY/s1600-h/1000imagens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260714050106506962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tf6A5DLb-Rk/SQHPjl2BPtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/enIA7gD2cIY/s320/1000imagens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;"Amar a si mesmo é o começo de um romance para toda a vida".&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Nada melhor para recomeçar meu blog do que falando de algo tão "divino e tão humano", o amor, essa palavra mágica que damos a tantas coisas e pessoas,que todos buscam e tantos o perdem de vista e outros morrem sem saber o seu real significado, essa palavra que nos traz tanto sentifdo, que é capaz de mudar todos os nossos rumos, pensamentos, ações, e que nos dá o doce sabor de realizar as maiores loucuras os maiores sacrificios e nem senir o quanto eles custam...esse tal AMOR que existem tantas definições,mas que na verdade experienciamos sempre de forma diferente cada um deles, a esse sentimento palavra, ação dedico minha busca nessa terra, não sei por quanto tempo ainda,mas estarei envolta nesse compromisso de amar e ser amada,sempre.&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%;color:#999999;"&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%;color:#999999;"&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%;color:#999999;"&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-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;mensagem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eu pedi forças...eDeus deu-me dificuldades para fazer-me forte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eu pedi sabedoria... eDeus deu-me problemas para resolver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eu pedi prosperidade... eDeus deu-me cérebro e músculos para trabalhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eu pedi coragem...eDeus deu-me obstáculos para superar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eu pedi amor...eDeus deu-me pessoas com problemas para ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eu pedi favores...eDeus deu-me oportunidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eu não recebi nada do que pedi...mas eu recebi tudo de que precisava."&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/1333868713925236108-1281095779473444068?l=britsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/feeds/1281095779473444068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333868713925236108&amp;postID=1281095779473444068' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/1281095779473444068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333868713925236108/posts/default/1281095779473444068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britsf.blogspot.com/2008/10/amar.html' title='&quot;Amar &quot;'/><author><name>brina fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13143628259788033706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail 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