<?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-8452281</id><updated>2012-01-09T04:15:40.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Littles</title><subtitle type='html'>"So I watch you from a distance... Getting lost within your world... You pretend to be a princess... As you flutter and you twirl... Fragile as the flower in your hair... Dancing in your castle, unaware... That a single day without you... Would be more than I could bear... Little Anna, little star... That is what you really are... Cross my heart and hope to die... 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&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;de Cristo o recém-nascido Rei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;And with the angels sing at Christmas time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e com os anjos cantemos o tempo de Natal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Its Christmas time...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É tempo de Natal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;In a town of Betlehem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Na cidade de Belém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;See the stars shine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Glóóóóória&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;In the city on the Hill&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Na cidade sobre o Monte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Hear the bells chime&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ouça o carrilhão dos sinos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;(Peace on earth)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Paz na terra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Peace on earth good Will&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Glóóóóória...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Its Christmas time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É tempo de Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;City on a Hill: It's Christmas Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SzEOAaab7WI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Vf8w4qJYPlk/s1600-h/natal09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SzEOAaab7WI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Vf8w4qJYPlk/s400/natal09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418127226956410210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-6942648899872400664?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6942648899872400664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=6942648899872400664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6942648899872400664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6942648899872400664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-christmas-time.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas time...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SzEOAaab7WI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Vf8w4qJYPlk/s72-c/natal09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-8733844418662976739</id><published>2009-07-08T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:42:44.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SlTobD_q-pI/AAAAAAAAAQc/q41VAzecPEs/s1600-h/loveoneanother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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Ele é Fiel!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/SfUbiglJPpI/AAAAAAAAADs/F9qdUTIVMHU/s1600-h/wall04blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329196013738081938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/SfUbiglJPpI/AAAAAAAAADs/F9qdUTIVMHU/s320/wall04blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-9088660099485544867?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/9088660099485544867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=9088660099485544867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/9088660099485544867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/9088660099485544867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2009/04/ele-nos-dirige-e-guarda-porque-e-fiel.html' title='Ele nos dirige e guarda! 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 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antes que o sol toque o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colors bursting from Your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cores saem dos Seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before the flood of the morning light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antes da enchente de luz da manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before the earth has felt Your heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antes da Terra sentir Seu calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before I stand up to my feet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" lang="PT"&gt;Antes que eu fique de pé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before I begin to feel this weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antes que eu comece a sentir essa fraqueza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satisfy me Lord, oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Satisfaça-me Senhor, oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satisfy me Lord, oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Satisfaça-me Senhor, oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm begging You, to help me see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu estou Te implorando, ajude-me a ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're all I want, You're all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu és tudo que eu quero, Tu és tudo que eu preciso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, satisfy me Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Satisfaça-me Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the day is closing in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando o dia está acabando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like the stars in the night I am falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como estrelas na noite eu estou caindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Into the pull of the earth and it's affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" lang="PT"&gt;Na força (da gravidade) da Terra e isso é carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"&gt;In me, oh Lord, can you create&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Em mim, oh Senhor, Tu podes criar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A pure heart cuz I'm afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um coração puro porque eu tenho medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That I just might run back to the things I hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" lang="PT"&gt;Que eu possa correr de volta para as coisas que eu odeio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satisfy me Lord, oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Satisfaça-me Senhor, oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satisfy me Lord, oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Satisfaça-me Senhor, oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm begging You, to help me see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu estou Te implorando, ajude-me a ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're all I want, You're all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu és tudo que eu quero, Tu és tudo que eu preciso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, satisfy me Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Satisfaça-me Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're beautiful, You're beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu és lindo, Tu és lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're more than all this world can give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu és mais do que tudo que esse mundo pode dar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're beautiful, You're beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu és lindo, Tu és lindo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're love is all I need to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teu amor é tudo que eu preciso para viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're beautiful, You're beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu és lindo, Tu és lindo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're more than all this world can give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu és mais do que tudo que esse mundo pode dar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're beautiful, more beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu és lindo, mais lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're love is all I need to live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" lang="PT"&gt;Teu amor é tudo que eu preciso para viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;** Satisfy, by &lt;span class="il"&gt;Tenth&lt;/span&gt; Avenue North&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-5368131485952631091?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/5368131485952631091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=5368131485952631091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/5368131485952631091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/5368131485952631091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2009/04/assim-nao-pode-rs.html' title='Assim não pode... rs'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SfSQAlzcsTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/SOHdrKySoNE/s72-c/ia_1joao5_4-fundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-7207451690311530749</id><published>2009-04-19T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:34:03.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I´m back!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/SevefBLUHRI/AAAAAAAAADk/prrEhvLbenI/s1600-h/Imagem0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326595608768945426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/SevefBLUHRI/AAAAAAAAADk/prrEhvLbenI/s320/Imagem0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estava com muitas saudades de vocês, mas não tinha como entrar e às vezes não me lembrava (eu confesso!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.:... esta foto é para encher os olhos e corações de esperança no Senhor...:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bjos para todas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-7207451690311530749?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7207451690311530749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=7207451690311530749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7207451690311530749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7207451690311530749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back.html' title='I´m back!!!!!'/><author><name>Little Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315492352089937763</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/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/SevefBLUHRI/AAAAAAAAADk/prrEhvLbenI/s72-c/Imagem0067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-4686872292321149206</id><published>2009-03-20T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:15:54.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; SENTINDO&lt;/span&gt; FALTA &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DE&lt;/span&gt; MAIS LITTLES &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;POR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AQUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pronto, falei.&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/8452281-4686872292321149206?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/4686872292321149206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=4686872292321149206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/4686872292321149206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/4686872292321149206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2009/03/pois-e.html' title=''/><author><name>L.P.</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-7166616754622447692</id><published>2009-03-06T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:27:40.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doce universo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acredito que todas já conheçam essa música lindíssima, mas como ela também é uma oração, nada melhor que repeti-la nesse nosso espaço abençoado...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Besos!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SbGxQeAJxxI/AAAAAAAAANk/XFZI5vgiJN4/s1600-h/por-do-sol-rio-cuiaba-%2838%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SbGxQeAJxxI/AAAAAAAAANk/XFZI5vgiJN4/s200/por-do-sol-rio-cuiaba-%2838%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310220332136253202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu Universo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que sejas meu universo&lt;br /&gt;Não quero dar-te só um pouco do meu tempo&lt;br /&gt;Não  quero dar-te um dia apenas da semana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas meu universo&lt;br /&gt;Não quero  dar-te as palavras como gotas&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saia um dilúvio de bençãos da minha  boca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas meu universo&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas tudo o que sinto e o que  penso&lt;br /&gt;Que de manhã seja o primeiro pensamento&lt;br /&gt;E a luz em minha  janela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas meu universo&lt;br /&gt;Que enchas cada um dos meus  pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Que a tua presença e o teu poder sejam alimento&lt;br /&gt;Jesus este é o  meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas meu universo&lt;br /&gt;Não quero dar-te só uma parte dos  meus anos&lt;br /&gt;Te quero dono do meu tempo e dos meus planos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas meu  universo&lt;br /&gt;Não quero a minha vontade&lt;br /&gt;Quero agradar-te&lt;br /&gt;E cada sonho que há  em mim quero entregar-te&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;[Jesus A. Romero / Versão: PG]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-7166616754622447692?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7166616754622447692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=7166616754622447692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7166616754622447692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7166616754622447692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2009/03/doce-universo.html' title='Doce universo!'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SbGxQeAJxxI/AAAAAAAAANk/XFZI5vgiJN4/s72-c/por-do-sol-rio-cuiaba-%2838%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-4973479197967653432</id><published>2009-02-06T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:34:34.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SYxl4rPXoMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/iRXk4wUQszs/s1600-h/rosa"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299722885862498498" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SYxk-kGQP9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/lLnw2DeMzvU/s200/sleeping" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SYxlOfO1uWI/AAAAAAAAAMs/AtSFH9HQCps/s1600-h/azul"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299722161084545378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SYxlOfO1uWI/AAAAAAAAAMs/AtSFH9HQCps/s200/azul" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299722286554579698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SYxlVypOgvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/R2-4XY9hghg/s200/azul2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SYxkiZGbdLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/y1IahB9bnoU/s1600-h/sleeping"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SYxkiZGbdLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/y1IahB9bnoU/s1600-h/sleeping"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SYxkiZGbdLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/y1IahB9bnoU/s1600-h/sleeping"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SYxkiZGbdLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/y1IahB9bnoU/s1600-h/sleeping"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SYxkiZGbdLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/y1IahB9bnoU/s1600-h/sleeping"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SYxkiZGbdLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/y1IahB9bnoU/s1600-h/sleeping"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SYxkiZGbdLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/y1IahB9bnoU/s1600-h/sleeping"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SYxkiZGbdLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/y1IahB9bnoU/s1600-h/sleeping"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SYxkiZGbdLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/y1IahB9bnoU/s1600-h/sleeping"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SYxkiZGbdLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/y1IahB9bnoU/s1600-h/sleeping"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SYxkiZGbdLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/y1IahB9bnoU/s1600-h/sleeping"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-4973479197967653432?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/4973479197967653432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=4973479197967653432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/4973479197967653432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/4973479197967653432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2009/02/inspirados.html' title='Inspirados'/><author><name>L.P.</name><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/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SYxl4rPXoMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/iRXk4wUQszs/s72-c/rosa' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-7137677300270514561</id><published>2009-02-06T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:18:19.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mon monde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SYxiEcUh53I/AAAAAAAAAME/EOT8mauB-Eg/s1600-h/princess"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299718689969530738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SYxiEcUh53I/AAAAAAAAAME/EOT8mauB-Eg/s320/princess" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I dream of living in an alternate universe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;where I live in a blue room, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with a silver crown and silver shoes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and birds by the thousands.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Parfois je m’imagine, parfois j’aimerais&lt;br /&gt;Vivre dans un autre monde, dans une chambre bleue&lt;br /&gt;Avec une couronne et des chaussures argentées&lt;br /&gt;Et entourée d’ oiseaux par milliers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecherryblossomgirl.com/"&gt;http://www.thecherryblossomgirl.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Princesses, comme moi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8452281-7137677300270514561?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7137677300270514561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=7137677300270514561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7137677300270514561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7137677300270514561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2009/02/mon-monde.html' title='Mon monde'/><author><name>L.P.</name><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/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SYxiEcUh53I/AAAAAAAAAME/EOT8mauB-Eg/s72-c/princess' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-1744887303953387071</id><published>2009-01-23T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:31:39.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Hace Falta Un Hombre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jaci Velasquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No hace falta un hombre&lt;br /&gt;Para sobrevivir&lt;br /&gt;Que ronque por la noche y no  pueda dormir&lt;br /&gt;Sé bien adonde voy&lt;br /&gt;Y tengo fe en mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace un tiempo  atrás&lt;br /&gt;Pensaba que tal vez&lt;br /&gt;Estando junto a él&lt;br /&gt;Me haría sentir  bien&lt;br /&gt;Pero algo me cambió&lt;br /&gt;Y ya no espero&lt;br /&gt;Que me aprueben&lt;br /&gt;O me  entiendan para estar feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pienses mal, quiero&lt;br /&gt;Alguien que  me sepa amar&lt;br /&gt;Un amor real y verdadero&lt;br /&gt;Si viene bien y si no&lt;br /&gt;Viene ya  qué más da&lt;br /&gt;La vida sigue igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo necesito aunque no quiera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hace falta un hombre&lt;br /&gt;Que pague por mi cena&lt;br /&gt;Pero si tú  insistes&lt;br /&gt;Aquí está la cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Y debes comprender que no preciso&lt;br /&gt;Que me  cuides o me atiendas&lt;br /&gt;Para estar feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un largo  camino&lt;br /&gt;Me queda por descubrir&lt;br /&gt;Y llevo conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Sólo el sentimiento real&lt;br /&gt;Que crece en mí&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mí&lt;br /&gt;Pasa el tiempo me  sorprende&lt;br /&gt;Y aquí estoy pisando fuerte&lt;br /&gt;Nada extraño me hace falta para  estar feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te necesito (no no)&lt;br /&gt;Aunque no quiera  (Yeah Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Sí... Te necesito&lt;br /&gt;Te necesito (no no)&lt;br /&gt;Aunque no quiera&lt;br /&gt;Sí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SXpExMnRKEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/VF7tolgAgdI/s1600-h/jaci+and+nic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SXpExMnRKEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/VF7tolgAgdI/s200/jaci+and+nic.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294619923917645890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não faz falta, mas quando vem um Nic González, ninguém reclama! ô Deus bom, hein, Jaci?! rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-1744887303953387071?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/1744887303953387071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=1744887303953387071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/1744887303953387071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/1744887303953387071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-hace-falta-un-hombre.html' title='No Hace Falta Un Hombre'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SXpExMnRKEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/VF7tolgAgdI/s72-c/jaci+and+nic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-7756975654971295056</id><published>2009-01-16T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:34:56.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Cris Guerra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SXC4Q2ieXtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NRIxDWrHuJ8/s1600-h/Leveza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291932161817861842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SXC4Q2ieXtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NRIxDWrHuJ8/s320/Leveza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Que a intensidade pode roubar você de si mesmo. Que é preciso leveza para se pertencer."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://parafrancisco.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://parafrancisco.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-7756975654971295056?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7756975654971295056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=7756975654971295056' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7756975654971295056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7756975654971295056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2009/01/da-cris-guerra.html' title='Da Cris Guerra'/><author><name>L.P.</name><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/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SXC4Q2ieXtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NRIxDWrHuJ8/s72-c/Leveza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-1339988959606276195</id><published>2009-01-06T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:18:06.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SWP0mhxSh5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/F9ee3Cin95E/s1600-h/new+year+%2817%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SWP0mhxSh5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/F9ee3Cin95E/s400/new+year+%2817%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288339330200405906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-1339988959606276195?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/1339988959606276195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=1339988959606276195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/1339988959606276195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/1339988959606276195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-is-good.html' title='God is good!'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SWP0mhxSh5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/F9ee3Cin95E/s72-c/new+year+%2817%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-6440099234930061028</id><published>2009-01-06T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:54:08.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nós filosofamos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tantos momentos, tantas emoções, como diz Roberto Carlos, lembranças e saudades de momentos que não voltam, mas ficam simplesmente recordações, choros e risadas gostosas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá, littles!!!Q saudade de me referir a vcs desse jeito!!! E espero q todas entrem e escrevam mto aqui tb... detesto ficar falando sozinha, vcs sabem ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star... nem imagino de onde veio sua inspiração para aquele poema, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A terceira little no Encontro estava literalmente na night... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente... A primavera chega em 1h30, segundo me disse o Feijão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como disse a Princess, estamos em pleno upgrade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô brincando... ou não....! Apesar de q eu acho o sotaque paulista um charme... só perde para o gaúcho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como a Star costuma dizer, ou reclamar, tlz seja a gente que complique a vida mais do que ela já é mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês não deixaram a distância se tornar um empecilho nem outras dificuldades comuns às vidas de jovens casais (o mesmo que casais de jovens... hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu dei uma pausa nessa semana louca (minha mãe me enrola ou eu a enrolo ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Só mais uma coisa. Eu sei que é breguinha, mas não posso deixar de dar os parabéns para a Star, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria que vocês soubesse que, apesar de toda esta minha confusão mental refletida nos parágrafos anteriores, rs, estou bem ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: precisamos reunir o clã, hein?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e espero que nunca se afastem... Mas se afastarem tenho certeza que a nossa amizade continuará ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa música é tão velhinha, mas diz tanto ao meu coração e eu gosto tanto dela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei, lá sabe? Não? Nem eu...rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se Ele tem uma visão mais ampliada, não apenas geograficamente, mas histórica, ou seja, visão além do alcance ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas voltando ao fio da meada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, sei lá... tô boa pra "liberar" perguntas pro espaço cósmico hj não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorei horrores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilmore Girls acabou. Vida que segue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-6440099234930061028?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6440099234930061028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=6440099234930061028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6440099234930061028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6440099234930061028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2009/01/ns-filosofamos.html' title='Nós filosofamos!'/><author><name>L.P.</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-8712224761809720217</id><published>2009-01-02T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:49:49.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SV6nE3v9JDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/1xTwl_hLEEo/s1600-h/83354965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SV6nE3v9JDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/1xTwl_hLEEo/s400/83354965.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286846714705945650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Coroas o ano da tua bondade; as tuas pegadas destilam fartura, destilam sobre as pastagens do deserto e de júbilo se revestem os outeiros". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sl 65.11-12&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/8452281-8712224761809720217?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/8712224761809720217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=8712224761809720217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/8712224761809720217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/8712224761809720217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome.html' title='Welcome...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SV6nE3v9JDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/1xTwl_hLEEo/s72-c/83354965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-7137446936369685594</id><published>2008-12-30T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:43:10.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm not who I was"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SVprnP5-vuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mMHDSV13Yz8/s1600-h/182488483_efc5059e81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SVprnP5-vuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mMHDSV13Yz8/s320/182488483_efc5059e81.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285655434701487842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And i'm much better now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello, littles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ontem à tarde, fiz uma viagem ao passado com várias escalas! Explico, tirei um tempinho pra arrumar uma gaveta onde guardo tudo que é recordação, entre cartas, "escritos", posters e por aí vai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lembrei de todas vcs e senti saudade daquele tempo bom, da amizade sincera e gratuita! Percebi que fiz sofrer algumas pessoas que não mereciam - falo de garotos... rs Até procurei um deles para tentar corrigir meus erros, meu egoísmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas se eu viesse escrever pra falar de nostalgia, de saudade, estaria falando o óbvio, e o que me motivou a escrever foi justamente o contrário disso. A saudade e a nostalgia foram a menor e menos importante parte dessa viagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enquanto eu desempenhava essa árdua tarefa (papel e coisas guardadas não têm um cheiro dos mais agradáveis e era muita coisa mesmo!), ouvia no mp3 meu mais novo amor: Brandon Heath! Músicas, letras, uma sensibilidade e talento incríveis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tocava "I'm Not Who Was" durante um momento e então eu me dei conta dessa verdade: Eu não sou quem eu era! E graças a Deus por isso! Eu era superficial, muito sonhadora... Não só eu, em algumas cartas a gente vê que isso é coisa da idade mesmo, mas fico muito feliz em ver que coisas que tinham tanta importância antes, hj têm outro peso. E a gente costuma falar muito sobre entregar sonhos nas mãos de Deus, mas nem sempre temos tanta certeza se conseguimos, de fato, fazer isso completamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas ontem, eqto via muitos "dramas" adolescentes com outros olhos, pude ver que parte dessa graça, dessa tranquilidade, provém deste fato, ou seja, meus sonhos e meus desejos foram entregues pra Quem melhor pode cuidar deles. E com isso, sobrou muito mais tempo pra realmente ser eu quem sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;É muito gostoso isso. Sabia que muita coisa tinha mudado dentro de mim, mas nunca medi até que ponto isso aconteceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou compartilhar uma coisa. Lia uma carta que tinha escrito (e  Princess traduzido pra mim na época) pro Brian, meu grande amor platônico adolescente. E nela eu falava (com ele? rs) de um sonho de um dia ouvi-lo cantando músicas de louvor a Deus. E isso aconteceu, e foi de fato muito bom. É, o tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ai, garotas... saudade de vocês! Espero que 2.009 seja um ano ainda mais abençoado que 2.008 pra todas nós, em todas as áreas de nossas vidas! Mas que mais que isso, que nós possamos compartilhar essa alegria maior que vive em nossos corações com mais afinco, com mais pessoas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Besos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-7137446936369685594?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7137446936369685594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=7137446936369685594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7137446936369685594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7137446936369685594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-not-who-i-was.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m not who I was&quot;...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SVprnP5-vuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mMHDSV13Yz8/s72-c/182488483_efc5059e81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-4025277716892027692</id><published>2008-12-25T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:00:36.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish u a Merry Xmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SVP9jLM_pkI/AAAAAAAAALw/OJB3ehJuC6Y/s1600-h/sb10069937dc-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SVP9jLM_pkI/AAAAAAAAALw/OJB3ehJuC6Y/s400/sb10069937dc-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283845568580265538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ETERNAL GIFTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Leigh Nash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Santa knows what I want for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but Jesus knows what I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it can't  be purchased wrapped up and placed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;under an ephod tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need patience, kindness - virtues like these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to bend on my knee at the  manger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Santa may bring these that last for a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but eternal gifts  come from the Savior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some days come where I'm playing selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't  think of no one but me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;then I think of all that I'm blessed with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and  that's always best to give than to receive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need faithfulness, love,  generosity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to open my home to a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Santa may bring things that  last for a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but eternal gifts come from the Savior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need  patience, kindness, generosity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to bend on my knee at the manger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Santa  may bring things that last for a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but eternal gifts come from the  Savior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Santa knows what I want for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but Jesus knows what I  need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-4025277716892027692?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/4025277716892027692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=4025277716892027692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/4025277716892027692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/4025277716892027692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wish-u-merry-xmas.html' title='I wish u a Merry Xmas!'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SVP9jLM_pkI/AAAAAAAAALw/OJB3ehJuC6Y/s72-c/sb10069937dc-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-1917401688127849566</id><published>2008-12-19T09:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:02:04.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada instante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SUvgTypPlNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Ydd3kVxFHPA/s1600-h/Natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281561618638935250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SUvgTypPlNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Ydd3kVxFHPA/s320/Natal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SUvfq9-CRMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/h8-L_HtG9ho/s1600-h/Natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cada Instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vencedores Por Cristo&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Sérgio Pimenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Cada instante contigo Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Que passo aos teus pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Eu sou mais feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;instante contigo Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;É paz em minha'lma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Suave harmonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Do teu grande amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;É paz em minha'lma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Suave harmonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Do teu grande amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;"Porque um menino nos nasceu, um filho se nos deu; e o principado está sobre os seus ombros; e o seu nome será Maravilhoso Conselheiro, Deus Forte, Pai da Eternidade, Príncipe da Paz”. Isaías 9.6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-1917401688127849566?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/1917401688127849566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=1917401688127849566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/1917401688127849566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/1917401688127849566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/12/cada-instante.html' title='Cada instante'/><author><name>L.P.</name><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/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SUvgTypPlNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Ydd3kVxFHPA/s72-c/Natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-840950035784617161</id><published>2008-12-19T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:12:00.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu balanço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SUvTcgGIy5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cMVfos7Qo6M/s1600-h/adesivo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281547474627513234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SUvTcgGIy5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cMVfos7Qo6M/s320/adesivo-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SUvTKZDVbRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7bKWVj5eE2M/s1600-h/adesivo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chuva.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Amigos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Forte.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pai.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oração.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jovens.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maior.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Desventuras.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Olhar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sugestão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pensando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Intenso.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Servos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Planos&lt;/span&gt;. Pina. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Blog&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Senhor.&lt;/span&gt;&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/8452281-840950035784617161?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/840950035784617161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=840950035784617161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/840950035784617161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/840950035784617161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/12/meu-balano_19.html' title='Meu balanço'/><author><name>L.P.</name><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/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SUvTcgGIy5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cMVfos7Qo6M/s72-c/adesivo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-452898451320013708</id><published>2008-12-02T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T06:21:51.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que saudades</title><content type='html'>Oi meninas!!!&lt;br /&gt;O ano já tá acabando... e eu estou com muitas saudades.&lt;br /&gt;Tive um ano que passou mais depressa do que todos, com muitos desafios e experiências maravilhosas com Deus. Queria conseguir compartilhar tudo.&lt;br /&gt;A parte ruim é que foi o ano que menos tive contato com vocês... que coisa héin!&lt;br /&gt;Queria compartilhar uma música linda de uma banda muito bacana. Acessem o site e conheçam a banda Palavrantiga (&lt;a href="http://www.palavrantiga.com/"&gt;www.palavrantiga.com&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Letra e música: Marcos Oliveira de Almeida  Arranjos: Palavrantiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus preferiu essa carne.&lt;br /&gt;Não quis os templos&lt;br /&gt;que eu posso construir&lt;br /&gt;com minhas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;Me fez casa,&lt;br /&gt;eu sou morada,&lt;br /&gt;lugar de Deus&lt;br /&gt;que não está lá fora,&lt;br /&gt;mas sim mora dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abri a porta.&lt;br /&gt;Ele entrou em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Estou em obras.&lt;br /&gt;Essa morada um dia será perfeição!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha janela são estes olhos que brilham.&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa ela mostra,&lt;br /&gt;quem a ilumina é o meu Amado,&lt;br /&gt;mudando as coisas de lugar&lt;br /&gt;dentro de mim, dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou casa,&lt;br /&gt;lugar de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Ele habita em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá fora é frio,&lt;br /&gt;lá fora é medo.&lt;br /&gt;É alto de monte.&lt;br /&gt;Deserto.&lt;br /&gt;Um vazio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morando em mim Tu me aqueces.&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina a ser livre.&lt;br /&gt;Santo Espírito me enche de alegria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-452898451320013708?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/452898451320013708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=452898451320013708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/452898451320013708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/452898451320013708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/12/que-saudades.html' title='Que saudades'/><author><name>Adriana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2jzZILGA4g/Tr0NFP36gTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VqFFw0acauo/s220/Eu%2Bde%2Bbon%25C3%25A9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-8237038259348555921</id><published>2008-11-05T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:19:59.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By myself... hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SRIyDblcisI/AAAAAAAAAJA/oOQELsJBBIA/s1600-h/meu+panda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SRIyDblcisI/AAAAAAAAAJA/oOQELsJBBIA/s400/meu+panda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265325948875344578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu vou, vou correndo ao nosso encontro..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-8237038259348555921?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/8237038259348555921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=8237038259348555921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/8237038259348555921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/8237038259348555921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/11/by-sue.html' title='By myself... hehe'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SRIyDblcisI/AAAAAAAAAJA/oOQELsJBBIA/s72-c/meu+panda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-1330699292816579819</id><published>2008-09-22T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T06:47:12.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krhbtJAcZi4/SNehhcSY_YI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XzDyVBJz0og/s1600-h/irios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248841486624685442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krhbtJAcZi4/SNehhcSY_YI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XzDyVBJz0og/s400/irios.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SETEMBRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8452281-1330699292816579819?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/1330699292816579819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=1330699292816579819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/1330699292816579819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/1330699292816579819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/09/setembro.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Puppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692038265980778181</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/_krhbtJAcZi4/SNehhcSY_YI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XzDyVBJz0og/s72-c/irios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-4066970249746844261</id><published>2008-09-19T11:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:04:51.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Littles by Jana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SNP3OVZ7NPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZeiJu--qQTg/s1600-h/princess"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247809816452871410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SNP3OVZ7NPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZeiJu--qQTg/s320/princess" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a Jana nem nos conhece ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BIRD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SNP2lkkUmPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Y0pH1rWHrBA/s1600-h/Bird"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247809116148373746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SNP2lkkUmPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Y0pH1rWHrBA/s320/Bird" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; JUST&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SNP2PL0_ObI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1CWEihDJyNU/s1600-h/just"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247808731550267826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SNP2PL0_ObI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1CWEihDJyNU/s320/just" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FASHION &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SNPwvvjSM0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/VYKCnWCBFd0/s1600-h/fashion"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247802693825737538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SNPwvvjSM0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/VYKCnWCBFd0/s320/fashion" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FLOWER&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247802444654964866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SNPwhPUV8II/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sIPaYmOqD3M/s320/flower" border="0" /&gt; HEART&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247802070652787922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SNPwLeDRnNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ly-JWW9w4yA/s320/heart" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&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/8452281-4066970249746844261?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/4066970249746844261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=4066970249746844261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/4066970249746844261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/4066970249746844261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/09/littles-by-jana.html' title='Littles by Jana'/><author><name>L.P.</name><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/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SNP3OVZ7NPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZeiJu--qQTg/s72-c/princess' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-7262645448283154646</id><published>2008-09-13T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:30:50.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think we’re coming to a clearing and a brighter day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SMx5ZgZWEyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CLw8tNLv6v8/s1600-h/hehe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SMx5ZgZWEyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CLw8tNLv6v8/s400/hehe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245701145079714594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Sunny Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Jars of Clay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sunny days keepin' the clouds away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias ensolarados mantêm as nuvens distantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think we’re coming to a clearing and a brighter day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que estamos próximos de um dia límpido e mais brilhante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So far away and still i think, they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão distante e ainda acredito, dizem eles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The wait will make the heart grow stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A espera fará com que o coração fique mais forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or fonder, i can’t quite remember, anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou mais carinhoso, não consigo me lembrar exatamente, de todo jeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So if you’re waitin' for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, se você está esperando pelo amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, it’s a promise i'll keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, é uma promessa que guardarei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you don’t mind believing that it changes everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você não se importar de acreditar que isso muda tudo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time will never matter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo nunca vai importar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winter, spring -- is what love can truly bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inverno, primavera -- é o que o amor pode verdadeiramente trazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ice turns to water; water flows to everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelo se torna água, a água flui para todas as coisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can lose your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pode perder a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe then your heart, you’ll find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, então, seu coração você encontrará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope you won’t give up what’s movin' you inside -- no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero que você não desista daquilo que te move por dentro -- não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(time will never matter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(o tempo nunca vai importar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If the car won’t start when you turn the key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o carro não ligar quando você gira a chave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the music comes on, all your cold, cold heart can do is skip a beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a música rolar, todo seu frio, frio coração, pode é pular uma batida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It’s a promise i'll keep when you’re waitin' for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma promessa que eu guardarei, quando você estiver esperando pelo amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you don’t mind believing that it changes everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você não se importar de acreditar que isso muda tudo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time will never matter (time will never matter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo nunca vai importar&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-7262645448283154646?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7262645448283154646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=7262645448283154646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7262645448283154646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7262645448283154646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/09/quase-domingo-j.html' title='I think we’re coming to a clearing and a brighter day...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SMx5ZgZWEyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CLw8tNLv6v8/s72-c/hehe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-7726651440773382966</id><published>2008-09-02T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:42:01.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu desejo</title><content type='html'>" Em I João 1:8 a 9 está escrito: &lt;em&gt;se dissermos que não temos pecado, enganamo-nos a nós mesmos, e não há verdade em nós. Se confessarmos os nossos pecados, ele é fiel e justo para nos perdoar os pecados e nos purificar de toda injustiça.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Se dissermos que não pecamos, fazemo-lo (a Deus) mentiroso, e a sua palavra não está em nós&lt;/em&gt;. Estamos em Cristo e nossa vida está oculta nEle. Somos parte do Seu corpo, Sua igreja. Mas ainda não somos perfeitos, estamos sendo aperfeiçoados pela ação do Espírito Santo de Deus que nos guia a toda verdade. Ainda existe uma carne a ser vencida e pregada na cruz a cada dia. Somos falhos e dependentes da graça e da misericórdia de Deus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A santificação não está em usar uma capa de perfeição diante das pessoas e diante de Deus, mas está em admitir que erramos e que carecemos do sangue de Jesus sobre nós. É Ele quem nos torna perfeitos, Ele é a nossa justificação, e não os nossos dons e méritos. Precisamos de santidade e ela está na cruz. Quando escolhemos morrer para nós mesmos, para nossa carne, nossa vontade. A santidade está quando escolhemos fugir do pecado ao invés de brincarmos com ele. A santidade está em Jesus. Ele é santo e é para ele que precisamos correr. NEle está a salvação, o perdão e a transformação genuína do ser humano. Quando andamos com Ele aprendemos a ser gente de verdade. Aprendemos a amar o próximo como a nós mesmos, aprendemos que não podemos viver sem Ele. Não somos nada sem Ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesses dias de confusão onde tantos escândalos e falsas doutrinas têm aparecido, chego a uma só conclusão: Deixemos de lado nossas capas e máscaras enfeitadas e corramos para Jesus, corramos para a Sua cruz com nossos rostos e vidas descobertas. Humilhemo-nos diante dEle para que Sua graça nos cubra. Que sejamos sinceros uns para com os outros e oremos uns pelos outros para que a cura do Senhor venha apressadamente sobre nós. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos orar e jejuar para que o Senhor levante novamente a voz profética em Sua igreja; para que os mestres da palavra de Deus tomem os púlpitos para ensinar a verdade de Jesus; para que pastores segundo o coração do Senhor, zelosos pelas ovelhas, desinteressados pela política desse mundo sejam erguidos nestes dias; para que o verdadeiro ministério apostólico saia das salas de discussões e entre em ação pelo Espírito Santo, firmando os fundamentos que Jesus estabeleceu para Sua igreja; para que os evangelistas verdadeiramente interessados no Reino de Deus abram suas bocas com poder e autoridade, atraindo os perdidos, os desviados de volta para o caminho da cruz. Vamos nos humilhar e pedir ao Senhor que nos livre de sermos motivo de escândalo para os pequeninos. Vamos para a cruz. Lá é o nosso lugar seguro. Lá alcançamos graça. Lá somos santificados."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Cristo&lt;br /&gt;Nívea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraído do Blog da Nívea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é também o desejo do meu coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-7726651440773382966?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7726651440773382966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=7726651440773382966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7726651440773382966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7726651440773382966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/09/meu-desejo.html' title='Meu desejo'/><author><name>L.P.</name><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-8452281.post-1439465655499364461</id><published>2008-08-23T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:26:07.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agosto meio que a contragosto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SLDO-OBKQGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wyFFlja9n7o/s1600-h/buenosaires+%28286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SLDO-OBKQGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wyFFlja9n7o/s320/buenosaires+%28286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237913934942060642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Agosto é um mês meio que rejeitado em nosso calendário. Ha quem diga que este é o mês do cachorro louco, e por isso pode trazer vários acontecimentos ruins, e ha quem reclame dos incansáveis ventos que são presença garantida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se considerarmos o calendário ocidental, agosto é o 8o mês. Logo o 8, que é o infinito na vertical. Para aqueles presos a simbolismos, isso por si só deveria indicar algo bom, imagino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mês também deu margem a famosa forma de responder perguntas desagradáveis sem responder.&lt;br /&gt;- Para quando é o casamento?&lt;br /&gt;- Agosto.&lt;br /&gt;- Já agosto?&lt;br /&gt;- A gosto de Deus... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usei essa frase porque foi a primeira colocação do trocadilho que ouvi na vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para nos, filhos de Deus, a parte negativa é mais do que insanidade. Porque se cada segundo já é uma dádiva do Pai pra nos, quanto mais um mês inteiro! E também seria injustiça pras tantas pessoas que amamos, que são benção, e que nasceram neste mês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focando na benção de Deus sobre cada dia, tenho observado bem nesses quase 31 dias a beleza de agosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os fortes e insistentes ventos de agosto, montam um belo cenário nas calcadas e ruas da cidade. Acredito que seja a imagem de outono que produzimos em nossa cidade que mais se aproxima daquela mais definida vivida longe da linha do Equador. E eh deveras inspirador o movimento do vento carregando as folhas pelo chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais bonito ainda é a imagem das flores dos ipês cor-de-rosa "chovendo" com o soprar dos ventos. E no chão é formado aquele tapete colorido.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E bem antes do final do mês, as cores da primavera também comecam a se misturar a esse cenário. Com o cair das flores dos ipês cor-de-rosa, é a vez dos ipês amarelos florescerem e colorir nossos dias. Mas essas flores são de um amarelo tão vivido (tem acento aqui, mas o Word não quer dar e meu teclado tah bom não) que captam nosso olhar onde estiverem. Só que ao para o alto pra admirar as flores, aquele amarelo se une com o azul, na verdade anil, do céu de fundo, e tudo fica ainda mais vibrante.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belo demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sou uma incansável contempladora das belezas da criação do meu Pai na minha rotina. Prefiro enxergar a beleza. Nem por isso a desigualdade deixa de me machucar e me cobrar uma postura, mas escolho começar o dia e levar a minha para alem dos meus problemas, com a graça de Deus. E agradeço a Ele porque, se meus sentidos estão abertos a tudo isso, é porque foi Ele que me fez assim. Também sou obra das mãos do Oleiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You are the sun shining down on everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tú és o sol brilhando sobre todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Light of the world giving light to everything I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luz do mundo dando luz para tudo que vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beauty so brilliant I can hardly take it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beleza tão brilhante que eu mal posso recebê-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And everywhere you are is warmth and light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E toda parte em que estás é quente e iluminada"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[Sara Groves]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-1439465655499364461?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/1439465655499364461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=1439465655499364461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/1439465655499364461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/1439465655499364461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/08/agosto-meio-que-contragosto.html' title='Agosto meio que a contragosto...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SLDO-OBKQGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wyFFlja9n7o/s72-c/buenosaires+%28286%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-7129075272073994960</id><published>2008-08-01T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:25.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 FIRST DATES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SJMMchcJrLI/AAAAAAAAADM/nFcELOsWTMo/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SJMMchcJrLI/AAAAAAAAADM/nFcELOsWTMo/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229537276459592882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-7129075272073994960?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7129075272073994960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=7129075272073994960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7129075272073994960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7129075272073994960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/08/50-first-dates.html' title='50 FIRST DATES'/><author><name>L.P.</name><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/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SJMMchcJrLI/AAAAAAAAADM/nFcELOsWTMo/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-7130230393177797326</id><published>2008-07-24T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:26.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Please don't stop the music..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SIketWRXCGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-TThw-QoYmI/s1600-h/gockel_music_life_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SIketWRXCGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-TThw-QoYmI/s320/gockel_music_life_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226742606961510498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Praticamente todas as manhãs, graças a Deus, vivo um dilema: como conter minha alegria ao escutar minhas musiquinhas sentadinha no meu canto, enquanto o ônibus tá cheio de gente em pé, esprimida e com cara de amarguradas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Simples, tento não cantar (sem emitir sons, claro) todas. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o problema não é apenas o movimento dos meus lábios, mas dos meus dedos, às vezes pés e até mesmo cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de existir explicações (físicas) para essas nossas manifestações ao ouvir música, eu tenho minha própria teoria. Somente para exemplificar, dizem por aí (rsrs) que nossa vibração é proveniente da propagação das ondas sonoras por nosso corpo, que tem na água 70% de sua constituição.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas... tem muita gente que não se move!!! E com música boa, hein?! Como explicar essas pessoas??? Não vou me dar ao trabalho. Não quero ser injusta com nenhuma delas, apesar de não conseguir sequer imaginar como isso seja possível.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, então, minha teoria vai a partir do que acontece comigo. Do que eu sinto que acontece comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente, se a música entra pelos meus ouvidos, de algum jeito ela vai ter que sair!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando estou sozinha na minha casa, isso é fácil e prazeroso demais! Posso me mover do jeito que eu quiser e aguentar... rsrs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas e quando estou no 2004 lotado, feliz e sentadinha apreciando a beleza de uma nova manhã???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aí eu vejo se dois dedinhos só ajudam. Talvez uma perninha. Mas nem sempre dá, né?! Dependendo da inspiração, emoção e empolgação... outros movimentos vão ser necessários.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entrou pelos meus ouvidos, atingiu meu coração, mexeu comigo: vai ter que sair de algum jeito!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Littles... ficou muito bom não, né? Mas é difícil colocar em palavras as sensações tão mágicas que a música realiza - presente de Deus!!! - em mim...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We come with beautiful secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nós viemos com lindos segredos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come with purposes written on our hearts,  written on our souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nós viemos com propósitos escritos em nossos corações, escritos em nossas almas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We come to every new morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nós viemos para cada nova manhã&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;With possibilities only  we can hold, that only we can hold&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com as possibilidades que somente nós podemos segurar, que somente nós podemos segurar"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Groves, Add to the Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-7130230393177797326?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7130230393177797326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=7130230393177797326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7130230393177797326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7130230393177797326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-dont-stop-music.html' title='&quot;Please don&apos;t stop the music...&quot;'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SIketWRXCGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-TThw-QoYmI/s72-c/gockel_music_life_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-1054292780484344929</id><published>2008-07-17T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:26.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Liz chegou!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/SH9KjezwapI/AAAAAAAAACs/52XYAUVjOjk/s1600-h/florzinha.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223976066199087762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/SH9KjezwapI/AAAAAAAAACs/52XYAUVjOjk/s320/florzinha.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O que daria eu ao Senhor que me tem feito tanto bem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;O que poderia dar em troca de tão grande amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Te amo, meu Senhor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-1054292780484344929?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/1054292780484344929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=1054292780484344929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/1054292780484344929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/1054292780484344929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/07/liz-chegou.html' title='A Liz chegou!!!'/><author><name>Little Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315492352089937763</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/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/SH9KjezwapI/AAAAAAAAACs/52XYAUVjOjk/s72-c/florzinha.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-7426534195863956157</id><published>2008-06-19T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:26.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enquanto ainda dá tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SFpUzVSWexI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qeJIgwBUqqo/s1600-h/longhorn-fall-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SFpUzVSWexI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qeJIgwBUqqo/s400/longhorn-fall-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213572759498947346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mais uma imagem do outono... :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a wonderful maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a wonderful savior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How majestic your whispers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And how humble your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With a strength like no other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the heart of a father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How majestic your whispers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a wonderful God"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[Jeremy Camp, Wonderful Maker]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-7426534195863956157?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7426534195863956157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=7426534195863956157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7426534195863956157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7426534195863956157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/06/enquanto-ainda-d-tempo.html' title='Enquanto ainda dá tempo...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SFpUzVSWexI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qeJIgwBUqqo/s72-c/longhorn-fall-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-4785071675379680995</id><published>2008-06-16T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T12:55:14.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um coração reavivado</title><content type='html'>Por esta razão, pois, te admoesto que reavives&lt;br /&gt; [reacenda as chamas, mantenha-as queimando] o dom&lt;br /&gt;[gracioso] de Deus que há em ti pela imposição das&lt;br /&gt; minhas mãos [com os presbíteros, na tua ordenação].&lt;br /&gt;2 Timóteo 1.6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus quer que nos sintamos reavivados. Ele não se agrada da apatia. A Bíblia diz que os mortos não louvam ao Senhor. Deus não pode ser louvado se a nossa atitude for de apatia. Ele não está buscando uma igreja apática, morta, mas uma igreja viva.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito do que Jesus disse quando ressuscitou Lázaro. Primeiro, Ele disse a Lázaro para sair da sepultura. Depois, pediu aos espectadores que tirassem sua mortalha.&lt;br /&gt;Há muitas pessoas nascidas de novo, cheias do Espírito, mas que nunca tiraram suas mortalhas. Por isso, exalam apatia.&lt;br /&gt;Deus, porém, não quer que continuemos mortos, mas que nos reavivemos. Como já vimos, em uma das cartas de Paulo a seu jovem discípulo, Timóteo, ele pede que Timóteo reavive a chama que há nele. Evidentemente, Timóteo estava ficando com medo, cansado e inseguro de seu chamado. Seu espírito estava esmorecen-do, então Paulo vem com uma palavra forte para reavivá-lo. Em 2 Timóteo 1.5, Paulo o lembra de sua fé e do modo como ele a rece-bera. Paulo lhe diz, em resumo: "Lembre-se da fé da sua avó. Lem-bre-se da fé da sua mãe. Lembre-se de quando eu impus minhas mãos sobre você e orei por você e pelos dons que tem".&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém mais pode reavivar o seu dom, aquela chama dentro de você, da forma como você mesmo pode. Outros podem até tentar reavivá-lo, como eu estou fazendo ao escrever este livro. Mas, tão logo você se encontre sozinho novamente ou tão logo deixe o livro de lado, você vai esfriar. Por isso é que você deve se reavivar.&lt;br /&gt;A vida se torna mais emocionante quando temos um coração reavivado. Não faz sentido ficar andando de um lado para o outro murmurando e reclamando: "Não quero mesmo fazer isso. Eu gostaria de não ter de fazer. Estou cansado de fazer isso".&lt;br /&gt;Metade da igreja já não agüenta mais, pois tudo o que fazemos é ficar andando de um lado para o outro dizendo que estamos cansados. Mais cedo ou mais tarde, teremos de ficar cansados de dizer que estamos cansados. Nesse dia, então, faremos alguma coisa para resolver o problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraído de "A Formação de um Líder", de Joyce Meyer&lt;br /&gt;Luv, L.P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-4785071675379680995?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/4785071675379680995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=4785071675379680995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/4785071675379680995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/4785071675379680995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/06/um-corao-reavivado.html' title='Um coração reavivado'/><author><name>L.P.</name><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-8452281.post-6963174657121631160</id><published>2008-06-07T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:26.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda sobre a memória...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SErE55UpvMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/AbPP7oXZ0a4/s1600-h/dot4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192417926429890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SErE55UpvMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/AbPP7oXZ0a4/s200/dot4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Eis-me aqui, outra vez..." rsrs&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, ainda estou um pouco nostálgica. E aproveito pra fazer uma nova colocação aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu costumava não levar muito a sério esse negócio de que "os olhos são o espelho da alma", de que eles podem dar "pistas" sobre nossos sentimentos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou mudando de idéia. Isso porque, ao menos por meio das câmeras fotográficas, isso parece ser possível. Pude chegar a essa constatação outro dia, quando uma little friend estava me mostrando uma foto ao lado de alguém que "mexia com ela". Vendo a foto, reconheci um olhar comum de algumas fotos minhas: era como se fosse um olhar com a esperança transbordando e as defesas já abaixadas. (É esse o termo mesmo? Coisas de exército não são muito comigo não... rsrs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, quando a gente realmente acredita em algo (ou alguém), acho que isso pode ser perceptível através de nossos olhos. Ou, de uma maneira mais simples, isso pode acontecer também quando se está do lado de alguém que nos cause algum "encantamento". Digo isso porque em uma das fotos eu estava do lado de um grande "sonho" na época... rsrs Aaaah, então é aí que entra a memória? - Vocês podem estar se perguntando... rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entra ontem, quando fui verificar umas novidades no orkut de um amigo e vi fotos tiradas no exato dia do meu último aniversário. Eu tinha esse olhar, esse brilho, entrega e esperança nos olhos. Lembrei de tudo que senti e vivi naquela época e, mais especialmente, naquele dia.&lt;br /&gt;E a saudade está sendo maior agora. A ponto de encher esses mesmos olhos de lágrimas. O bom é que "tudo passa, tudo passarááááá"! rsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-6963174657121631160?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6963174657121631160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=6963174657121631160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6963174657121631160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6963174657121631160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/06/ainda-sobre-memria.html' title='Ainda sobre a memória...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SErE55UpvMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/AbPP7oXZ0a4/s72-c/dot4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-8453737088279289906</id><published>2008-05-26T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:26.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Smellin coffee"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SDtdJAoJQGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/b96sA5jR9hs/s1600-h/sb10064858i-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SDtdJAoJQGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/b96sA5jR9hs/s200/sb10064858i-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204856203725324386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fala, littles!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou na área! rsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei de outro post que tava guardado pra ser escrito... e não é o da viagem ainda!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Umas semanas atrás, não sei porque cargas d'água, um amigo me perguntou se sentir o cheiro de café me fazia me sentir "segura, protegida", se me dava essa sensação. Foi aquela pergunta esperando uma concordância para reforçar a própria percepção. Claro, como pessoa franca que sou, respondi: "Não, nunca me deu essa impressão, mas agora não posso te falar o que seja". Não podia porque eu sentia que era algo muito maior do que isso, mas não estava ao alcance do meu entendimento naquele momento.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passados muitos dias dessa conversa, estava voltando pra casa mais tarde do que o de costume, claro, por causa de trabalho. Uns poucos metros depois de ter entrado no meu ônibus e finalmente me sentir a caminho de casa, ele parou no sinal. Então no meio daquele cenário totalmente infértil, senti um forte aroma de café no ar. Infértil porque de um lado só havia um muro sem construção alguma em seu interior e do outro uma igreja católica escondida em um jardim grande demais pra permitir a viagem desse aroma maravilhoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então, na noite do centro de Belo Horizonte, dentro de um coletivo, eu senti o doce perfume da nostalgia no ar, porque o aroma do café me transportou à minha infância, adolescência, até mesmo à cozinha da primeira casa onde vivi - por apenas dois anos, ou seja, não é uma vivência tão presente ou marcante na minha memória. Era como se eu revivesse naqueles poucos instantes muitas manhãs da minha vida. E como se eu quisesse que a próxima manhã chegasse logo pra que eu pudesse sentir aquela mesma sensação outra vez.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não bastasse um sabor tão estimulante e delicioso, café tem gosto de "casa", de "família" e talvez por isso seja de praxe oferecê-lo pra quem nos visita, para fazê-los se sentir realmente à vontade. Então é isso o que o café, bebida pela qual sou mais que apaixonada, fala ao meu coração: a alegria de cada manhã desfrutada e o desejo de viver muitas outras mais, com o gostinho dessa bebida tão simples e tão comum na boca e esse aroma tão perfeito pela casa... na paz e serenidade das manhãs já longínquas. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im smellin coffee &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds are singin just outside &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here come Your Mercy streamin in with the morning light &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is racing waking up to  Your smile &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a good morning, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Its a good morning"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;[Smellin' Coffee, Chris Rice / depois eu traduzo, ok?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ps: e é claro que a minha banda mais do que favorita no mundo todo tinha que ter feito uma música sobre café também, né? Pra quem não conhece, é só pedir: Coffee Song! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-8453737088279289906?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/8453737088279289906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=8453737088279289906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/8453737088279289906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/8453737088279289906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/smellin-coffee.html' title='&quot;Smellin coffee&quot;'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SDtdJAoJQGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/b96sA5jR9hs/s72-c/sb10064858i-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-8406633347945571469</id><published>2008-05-21T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T05:08:45.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Passa à Macedônia e ajuda-nos"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“E uma certa mulher, chamada Lídia, vendedora de púrpura, da cidade de Tiatira, e que servia a Deus, nos ouvia, e o Senhor lhe abriu o coração para que estivesse atenta ao que Paulo dizia.” (At 16.14).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O apóstolo Paulo seguia em sua segunda viagem missionária, vindo Lucas a participar de sua equipe a partir da passagem pela cidade de Trôade. Nessa ocasião, Paulo intencionava seguir para a Ásia, mas o Espírito Santo lhe deu outra direção: a Europa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deus queria que seu servo Paulo levasse as “boas-novas” do Evangelho às cidades importantes e prósperas da Macedônia. Era noite, quando Paulo teve uma visão. Apareceu-lhe um jovem com vestes de macedônio, isto é, vestimentas gregas, com a seguinte mensagem: &lt;strong&gt;“Passa à Macedônia e ajuda-nos.” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ele obedeceu.&lt;/strong&gt; Seguiu rumo às cidades do antigo império conquistado por Alexandre, o Grande, da Macedônia. Navegaram de Trôade e chegaram a Filipos, que era a “porta de entrada” para a Europa, por onde passava importantíssima estrada, comunicando Roma com a Ásia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Havia naquela cidade, em Filipos, um lugar de oração, à beira do rio, que fora separado, pelas autoridades romanas, especificamente para os judeus buscarem o Deus de Israel, livremente. No sábado, como sempre&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;fazia, lá estava Paulo falando de Jesus de Nazaré para os judeus. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O texto de Lucas, em Atos, nos informa que, assentados à beira do rio, Paulo e seus companheiros de equipe falaram a algumas mulheres ali reunidas. Entre elas, estava Lídia, a vendedora de púrpura. Lídia era mulher natural de Tiatira. Esta era importante cidade da província ocidental da região da Lídia, entretanto, ela devia morar em Filipos, quando conheceu o Evangelho, por meio de Paulo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O nome dessa mulher notável pode ser devido à sua origem: Lídia, isto é, “uma mulher da Lídia”. Naquela época, eram comuns os nomes derivados dos locais de nascimento das pessoas.O texto sagrado nos dá o perfil de Lídia: uma vendedora de púrpura, temente a Deus.Possivelmente uma judia prosélita, isto é, convertida ao judaísmo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lídia amava a Deus, observava a sua Palavra e buscava comunhão com o Senhor e com os irmãos na fé. Podemos perceber isto pelo fato de, no sábado, ela estar entre o povo de Deus para ouvir as Escrituras, aprender e orar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Possivelmente Lídia era solteira ou viúva, pois não nos é mencionado o nome de sua família, ou de quem estaria no lugar de “autoridade” familiar sobre ela. E, como tal, Lídia era próspera em sua profissão. Ela tinha um comércio de púrpura, trabalhava na indústria têxtil, com tecidos e artesanatos tintos de púrpura, ou seja, roxo. Essa tinta era extraída de certos moluscos e era muito apreciada, possuindo grande valor monetário em sua época. Era a cor da moda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não podemos saber, ao certo, se Lídia apenas comercializava a púrpura, isto é, se apenas comprava e vendia, operando no comércio exterior. É possível também que ela fabricasse as peças e tingisse os tecidos. E, pelo fato de Filipos estar em um lugar estratégico para o comércio entre Europa e Ásia, podemos perceber que Lídia era uma mulher de alta posição social, respeitada em sua cidade e com posses financeiras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E, ali, à beira daquele rio, ouvindo a Palavra de Deus e reconhecendo Jesus de Nazaré como o verdadeiro Messias prometido a Israel, Lídia tornou-se cristã. Ela levou também a sua família a conhecer o amor de Deus e todos foram batizados. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“E, depois que foi batizada, ela e a sua casa, nos rogou, dizendo: Se haveis julgado que eu seja fiel ao Senhor, entrai em minha casa, e ficai ali. E nos constrangeu a isso.” (At 16.15).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que esta passagem nos impulsione a ser como Paulo; a ouvir a voz de Deus e obedecer, e como Lídia; a aproveitar as oportunidades que temos para servir e a servir com aquilo que temos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                                              LUV, L.P&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/8452281-8406633347945571469?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/8406633347945571469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=8406633347945571469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/8406633347945571469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/8406633347945571469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/passa-macednia-e-ajuda-nos.html' title='&quot;Passa à Macedônia e ajuda-nos&quot;'/><author><name>L.P.</name><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-8452281.post-541146470443417923</id><published>2008-05-19T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:40:23.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOA SEMANA!!!</title><content type='html'>Recebi esse textinho e adorei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compartilho com vocês com o desejo de uma boa semana!!! Ainda mais essa que tem só 3 dias utéis... rsrss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caminho que eu escolhi é o do AMOR...&lt;br /&gt;Não importam as dores, nem as angústias, nem as decepções que&lt;br /&gt;vou ter que encarar...&lt;br /&gt;Escolhi ser verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;No meu caminho, o abraço é apertado.&lt;br /&gt;O aperto de mão é sincero.&lt;br /&gt;Não estranhe a minha maneira de sorrir, de te desejar o bem!&lt;br /&gt;Não estranhe se eu me emocionar com a sua história,&lt;br /&gt;se eu chorar junto com você!&lt;br /&gt;Afinal de contas, sou um ser humano, que fez a opção pelo bem!&lt;br /&gt;É assim que eu enxergo a vida!&lt;br /&gt;É só assim que eu acredito que vale a pena viver.&lt;br /&gt;Viver com emoção!&lt;br /&gt;Com verdade!&lt;br /&gt;Viver com amor!&lt;br /&gt;Viver com o Coração!&lt;br /&gt;Viver na presença do Senhor e&lt;br /&gt;salvador da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Que Jesus seja também o&lt;br /&gt;salvador de sua vida, ele tem as bênçãos&lt;br /&gt;que você precisa para ser ainda mais feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-541146470443417923?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/541146470443417923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=541146470443417923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/541146470443417923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/541146470443417923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/boa-semana.html' title='BOA SEMANA!!!'/><author><name>Little Heart - Márcia Elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114734187103419713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60hL_DiMM8s/S7xp2XVDStI/AAAAAAAAALU/5Xh4aoS3XOY/S220/DSC00380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-6818712514154183363</id><published>2008-05-17T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:27.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, littles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SC8Xfo6ky3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/STGTcH2gumg/s1600-h/waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SC8Xfo6ky3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/STGTcH2gumg/s200/waiting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201401926962695026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sei que estou um pouco sumida dessas bandas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então, pra marcar presença, vou compartilhar uma música que fala muito ao meu coração e reflete bem o momento que vivo agora...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para breve, espero, tenho ao menos um momento que foi muito especial na minha viagem de férias para contar pra vocês. Quando puder me lembrar como é se sentir daquela maneira, terei a inspiração ideal para colocá-lo em palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por hora, deixo a Sara Groves me ajudar a expressar o agora...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sara Groves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;, it's me your child&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá Deus, sou eu sua filha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few things on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu tenho umas poucas coisas em mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Right now I'm faced with big decisions&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento estou enfrentando grandes decisões&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering if you have a minute, cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E estava me perguntando se Você tem um minuto, porque&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I don't hear so well&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento eu não consigo ouvir tão bem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was wondering if you could speak up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E estava me perguntando se Você pode falar mais alto&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you tore the veil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que Você rasgou o véu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I could sit with you in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então eu poderia sentar contigo em pessoa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hear what you're saying but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  E ouvir o que Você está dizendo mas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I just can't hear you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento, eu não consigo ouvi-Lo&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't doubt your sovereignty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não duvido de Sua soberania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I doubt my own ability to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu duvido de minha própria habilidade para &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear what you're saying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir o que está dizendo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to do the right thing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra fazer a coisa certa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I desperately want to do the right thing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu desesperadamente quero fazer a coisa certa&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now I don't hear so well&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas neste momento eu não consigo ouvir tão bem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was wondering if you could speak up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E estava me perguntando se Você poderia falar mais alto.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you tore the veil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que Você rasgou o véu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I could sit with you in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então eu poderia sentar contigo em pessoa&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hear what you're saying but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ouvir o que Você está dizendo mas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I just can't hear you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento, eu não consigo ouvi-Lo&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere in the back of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E em algum lugar na minha mente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you are telling me to wait&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu penso que Você está me dizendo para esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And though patience has never been mine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo que eu nunca tenha sido paciente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;, I will wait to hear from you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, eu vou esperar para ouvi-Lo&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;, I'm waiting on you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Senhor, estou esperando em Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Right now I don't hear so well&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento eu não consigo ouvir tão bem&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was wondering if you could speak up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E estava me perguntando se Você poderia falar mais alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I know that you tore the veil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que Você rasgou o véu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So I could sit with you in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então eu poderia sentar contigo em pessoa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hear what you're saying but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ouvir o que Você está dizendo mas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I think you're whispering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neste momento, eu penso que Você está sussurrando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-6818712514154183363?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6818712514154183363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=6818712514154183363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6818712514154183363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6818712514154183363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-littles.html' title='Hello, littles'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/SC8Xfo6ky3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/STGTcH2gumg/s72-c/waiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-214815701754784079</id><published>2008-05-15T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T11:33:37.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Largue o "cesto"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lá embaixo, no final do rio, nossos planos terão destino certo, preparados pelo Senhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não podendo, porém, escondê-lo por mais tempo, tomou um cesto de junco, calafetou-o com betume e piche e, pondo nele o menino, largou-o no carriçal à beira do rio." (Êx 2.3.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Seus sonhos estão dentro da vontade de Deus? Perguntinha difícil essa, não? Em minha mente isso tem ecoado tão intensamente, que algumas vezes pensava em estagnar e esperar Deus agir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mas Deus não quer que fiquemos parados. Ele quer uma pequena – mas prepare-se - difícil ação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Você deve lembrar da história narrada em Êxodo, no capítulo 2, quando a mãe do bebê, futuramente nomeado Moisés, pega aquele filho e, acomodando-o bem dentro de um cestinho, larga o cesto no rio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Conhecemos bem a história e, freqüentemente, analisamos a ousadia das parteiras, narrado no capítulo anterior, e seu temor a Deus, a coragem daquela mãe, a expectativa de sua irmã, que acompanhou o cestinho até que este teve um destino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mas ainda não tinha pensado no sentimento daquela mãe no momento em que chegou à margem do rio.Um bebê de três meses é lindo! Independente das boas ou más influências genéticas dos pais, toda criança nesta fase é admirada e desperta em nós sentimentos de afeto, de amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mas junto com toda sua meiguice, a criança começa a se expressar de várias formas – e isso não podemos impedir. Aquela mãe não podia mais esconder a criança (que se encontrada com a mulher hebréia seria morta pelos egípcios), pois seu choro e demais expressões começavam a ficar mais evidentes a cada dia. Era preciso que ela se desfizesse daquele bebê. Ela precisava abrir mão do que tanto amava para que os planos de Deus continuassem a se realizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Penso naquela mãe ajoelhada diante do rio Nilo com seu filho dentro do cesto. Um rostinho expressando tanta tranqüilidade, sem saber o que estava acontecendo, seria após longos anos, um dos maiores líderes do povo de Deus em toda a história. E aquela mãe, ainda segurando com força o cesto, com medo de se desfazer dele, começa a chorar e se colocar diante de Deus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Creio que naquele momento ela conversava com o Senhor e dizia: “Deus, eu fiz tudo o que podia, mas não consigo mais escondê-lo. Eu o amo tanto...” A dor no coração daquela mãe é evidente. Mas com toda a ousadia e confiança em seu Deus ela olha para o seu filho mais uma vez e diz a Deus: “Senhor, aqui terminam minhas ações. Eu largo o cesto para que tu, Senhor, cumpras o Teu plano”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Você já experimentou largar o cesto? Muitas vezes estamos tão agarrados com nossos sonhos e projetos que Deus não pode continuar Sua obra em nossas vidas! Acreditamos que nossos “bebês” ficarão quietos para sempre e que teremos o controle da situação e não nos damos conta de que largar o cesto é ordenança de Deus. A ação que Deus quer de sua vida é esta: largar seus planos e sonhos nas mãos do Pai Celestial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Se aquela mãe pensasse apenas em si mesma, com certeza teria ficado com aquele filho até que soldados egípcios o tomassem de suas mãos. Mas ela pensou na vida daquele bebê que tanto amava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Não podemos pensar em nós mesmos, mas sim nos propósitos de Deus para nossos ministérios, trabalhos, relacionamentos e tudo mais que precise ser controlado por Ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Em Isaías 55, versículo 9 diz porque, assim como os céus são mais altos do que a terra, assim são os meus caminhos mais altos do que os vossos caminhos, e os meus pensamentos, mais altos do que os vossos pensamentos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Temos confiado mais em nossas estratégias para “segurar o choro do bebê” ou nos planos do Senhor, maiores e melhores? É característica nossa sermos controladores e tentarmos dirigir tudo pelo nosso próprio entendimento. Mas como filhos de Deus, precisamos confiar na promessa de que os propósitos de Deus jamais se frustrarão (Jó 42.2).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A Palavra de Deus para nós é “largue o cesto”. Não com desesperança, não com desistência, mas com a certeza de que lá embaixo, no final do rio, nossos planos terão destino certo, preparado pelo Senhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Queila Schmidt da Rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-214815701754784079?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/214815701754784079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=214815701754784079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/214815701754784079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/214815701754784079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/largue-o-cesto.html' title='Largue o &quot;cesto&quot;'/><author><name>L.P.</name><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-8452281.post-8367254482384464182</id><published>2008-05-13T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:27.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre sonhos e cachorros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SCo_3W3FWFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mPDGu9dqa3Q/s1600-h/cachorro-dormindo-2833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200038940014630994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SCo_3W3FWFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mPDGu9dqa3Q/s320/cachorro-dormindo-2833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há alguns anos tivemos cachorros em nossa casa. Eram cães muito carinhosos e que nos traziam muita alegria (e muito trabalho também!). Depois de algum tempo, cada um por um motivo diferente, o “Mingau” e a “Canjica”, infelizmente, morreram, e isso foi muito difícil para nós. Além deste trauma, eu gosto mais de gatos do que de cães, e não estava muito disposta a ter cachorros novamente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi então que o meu esposo começou a falar sobre arrumarmos outro cachorro. E às vezes podemos ver claramente que Deus está operando em nós tanto o querer quanto o realizar, pois dias depois uma irmã me ligou dizendo que nasceram filhotes de sua cadela, e um é nosso. Mais alguns dias, e um amigo que estava de mudança nos perguntou se não queríamos o seu cão. E o detalhe é que os dois são exatamente das raças que o meu esposo queria. Uau! Fiquei um pouco resistente, mas já sabia que Deus estava nisso. Eu só precisava me acostumar com a idéia e ceder, sujeitar a minha vontade para satisfazer a do meu esposo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Várias coisas foram acontecendo e sinalizando que era para eu realmente aceitar os presentes. Lembro-me de uma revista sobre criação de filhos que encontrei ao arrumar uma gaveta. Bem na capa estava escrito que os animais domésticos fazem bem às crianças. E uma manhã, ao acordar o meu filho, tudo o que eu via eram os cachorrinhos estampados em seu pijama!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tinha como resistir mais, e enfim chegou o dia em que o meu esposo me disse que à tarde o “Puma” seria levado lá pra casa. Eu aceitei (não podia rejeitar mesmo!). E é agora que chego ao ponto final deste texto. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No momento em que vi a alegria dos dois brincando com o nosso novo cachorro, o Puma, meu coração amoleceu. Meu marido parecia criança, e o meu filho se divertiu muito! Naquela hora eu soube que estava errada em minha resistência e que o bem que aquele presente faria à nossa família era muito maior que qualquer trabalho que viéssemos a ter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os melhores presentes que podemos dar aos nossos amados é ceder a nossa vontade e realizar os seus sonhos, ainda que nos custe alguma coisa. A recompensa é o sorriso do outro, são as gargalhadas, os olhares de “muito obrigado”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Fonte - blog da ana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;LUV, L.P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-8367254482384464182?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/8367254482384464182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=8367254482384464182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/8367254482384464182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/8367254482384464182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/sobre-sonhos-e-cachorros.html' title='Sobre sonhos e cachorros'/><author><name>L.P.</name><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/_0EHu9yl0ayw/SCo_3W3FWFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mPDGu9dqa3Q/s72-c/cachorro-dormindo-2833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-7403614914204722751</id><published>2008-05-09T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T12:46:39.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu sentimento!</title><content type='html'>Ei, gente!&lt;br /&gt;Achei esse poeminha no ônibus, indo pra faculdade...&lt;br /&gt;ele expressa muito bem o meu sentimento hoje, queria compartilhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesa vazia, cadeira vazia&lt;br /&gt;Sorisso vazio sem nenhuma alegria&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos cheios de imagem sem nenhuma esperança&lt;br /&gt;Cabeça cheia de vaidade esquecida&lt;br /&gt;morta como a flor mais bonita do jardim&lt;br /&gt;esquecida, escurecida, envelhecida, vencida pela dor&lt;br /&gt;Amor, sonhador de ilusões perdidas&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de um só sentimento puro, mas sincero.&lt;br /&gt;Impero, espero já sem esperança, mas com a certeza da beleza voltar a inspirar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-7403614914204722751?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7403614914204722751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=7403614914204722751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7403614914204722751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7403614914204722751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/meu-sentimento.html' title='Meu sentimento!'/><author><name>Little Heart - Márcia Elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114734187103419713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60hL_DiMM8s/S7xp2XVDStI/AAAAAAAAALU/5Xh4aoS3XOY/S220/DSC00380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-5622612262065246347</id><published>2008-05-09T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:27.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É proibido!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/SCSLAggsljI/AAAAAAAAACk/zR9pQsYwOCw/s1600-h/2461580549_0a9f222734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198432710735730226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/SCSLAggsljI/AAAAAAAAACk/zR9pQsYwOCw/s320/2461580549_0a9f222734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É proibido chorar sem aprender,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Levantar-se um dia sem saber o que fazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ter medo de suas lembranças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É proibido não rir dos problemas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não lutar pelo que se quer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abandonar tudo por medo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não transformar sonhos em realidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É proibido não demonstrar amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fazer com que alguém pague por tuas dúvidas e mau-humor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É proibido deixar os amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tentar compreender o que viveram juntos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chamá-los somente quando necessita deles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É proibido não ser você mesmo diante das pessoas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fingir que elas não te importam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser gentil só para que se lembrem de você,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esquecer aqueles que gostam de você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É proibido não fazer as coisas por si mesmo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não crer em Deus e fazer seu destino,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ter medo da vida e de seus compromissos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não viver cada dia como se fosse um último suspiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É proibido sentir saudades de alguém sem se alegrar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esquecer seus olhos, seu sorriso, só porque seus caminhos sedesencontraram,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esquecer seu passado e pagá-lo com seu presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É proibido não tentar compreender as pessoas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensar que as vidas deles valem mais que a sua,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não saber que cada um tem seu caminho e sua sorte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É proibido não criar sua história,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixar de dar graças a Deus por sua vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não ter um momento para quem necessita de você,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não compreender que o que a vida te dá, também te tira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É proibido não buscar a felicidade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não viver sua vida com uma atitude positiva,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não pensar que podemos ser melhores,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sentir que sem você este mundo não seria igual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-5622612262065246347?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/5622612262065246347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=5622612262065246347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/5622612262065246347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/5622612262065246347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/proibido.html' title='É proibido!'/><author><name>Little Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315492352089937763</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/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/SCSLAggsljI/AAAAAAAAACk/zR9pQsYwOCw/s72-c/2461580549_0a9f222734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-1861930540450219768</id><published>2008-05-05T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:28:55.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Último Sermão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Em 24 de agosto de 1662, dois mil ministros puritanos do evangelho foram excluídos de seus púlpitos, tendo recebido a ordem de não mais pregarem em público. O Ato de Uniformidade, baixado pelo parlamento inglês, conhecido pelos evangélicos como a Grande Ejeção, pairava por sobre a Inglaterra como uma nuvem espessa. Muitos líderes eclesiásticos da Igreja Anglicana, a religião oficial, estavam forçando os puritanos a cessarem suas prédicas ou a se moldarem à adoração litúrgica decretada por lei. Muitos ministros preferiam o silêncio à transigência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Com olhos marejados de lágrimas, milhares de cristãos humildes ouviram seu último sermão no domingo imediatamente anterior à data em que o Ato se tornaria lei. E, naquele último domingo de liberdade, os ministros puritanos provavelmente pregaram os seus melhores sermões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O sermão que passamos a transcrever, de modo um tanto abreviado, foi pregado por Thomas Watson a seu pequeno rebanho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antes que eu me vá, devo oferecer alguns conselhos e orientações para vossas almas. Eis as vinte instruções que tenho a dar a cada um de vós, para as quais desejo a mais especial atenção:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1) Antes de tudo, observa tuas horas constantes de oração a Deus, diariamente. O homem piedoso é homem “separado” (Sl 4.3), não apenas porque Deus o separou por eleição, mas também porque ele mesmo se separa por devoção. Inicia o dia com Deus, visita-O pela manhã, antes de fazeres qualquer outra coisa. Lê as Escrituras, pois elas são, ao mesmo tempo, um espelho que mostra as tuas manchas e um lavatório onde podes branquear essas máculas. Adentra ao céu diariamente, em oração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2) Coleciona bons livros em casa. Os livros de qualidade são como fontes que contêm a água da vida, com a qual poderás refrigerar-te. Quando descobrires um arrepio de frio em tua alma, lê esses livros, onde poderás ficar familiarizado com aquelas verdades que aquecem e afetam o coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3) Tem cuidado com as más companhias. Evita qualquer familiaridade desnecessária com os pecadores. Ninguém pode apanhar a saúde de outrem; mas pode-se apanhar doenças. E a doença do pecado é altamente transmissível. Visto não podermos melhorar os outros, ao menos tenhamos o cuidado de que eles não nos façam piores. Está escrito acerca do povo de Israel que “se mesclaram com as nações e lhes aprenderam as obras” (Sl 106.35). As más companhias são as redes de arrastão do diabo, com as quais arrasta milhões de pessoas para o inferno. Quantas famílias e quantas almas têm sido arruinadas pelas más companhias! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;4) Cuidado com o que ouves. Existem certas pessoas que, com seus modos sutis, aprendem a arte de misturar o erro com a verdade e de oferecer veneno em uma taça de ouro. Nosso Salvador, Jesus Cristo, aconselhou-nos: “Acautelai-vos dos falsos profetas, que se vos apresentam disfarçados em ovelhas, mas por dentro são lobos roubadores” (Mt 7.15). Sê como aqueles bereanos que examinavam as Escrituras, para verificar se, de fato, as coisas eram como lhes foram anunciadas (At 17.11). Aos crentes é mister um ouvido discernidor e uma língua crítica, que possam distinguir entre a verdade e o erro e ver a diferença entre o banquete oferecido por Deus e o guisado colocado à sua frente pelo diabo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;5) Segue a sinceridade. Sê o que pareces ser. Não sejas como os remadores, que olham para um lado e remam para outro. Não olhes para o céu, com tua profissão de fé, para, então, remar em direção ao inferno, com tuas práticas. Não finjas ter o amor de Deus, ao mesmo tempo que amas o pecado. A piedade fingida é uma dupla iniqüidade. Que teu coração seja reto perante Deus. Quanto mais simples é o diamante, tanto mais precioso ele é; e quanto mais puro é o coração, maior é o valor que Deus dá à sua jóia. O salmista disse sobre Deus: “Eis que te comprazes na verdade no íntimo” (Sl 51.6). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;6) Nunca te esqueças da prática do auto-exame. Estabelece um tribunal em tua própria alma. Tem receio tanto de uma santidade mascarada quanto de ires para um céu pintado. Julgas-te bom porque outros assim pensam de ti? Permite que a Palavra seja um ímã com o qual provarás o teu coração. Deixa que a Palavra seja um espelho, diante do qual poderás julgar a aparência de tua alma. Por falta de autocrítica, muitos vivem conhecidos pelos outros, mas morrem desconhecidos por si mesmos. “De noite indago o meu íntimo”, disse o salmista (Sl 77.6).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;7) Mantém vigilância quanto à tua vida espiritual. O coração é um instrumento sutil, que gosta de sorver a vaidade; e, se não usarmos de cautela, atrai-nos, como uma isca, para o pecado. O crente precisa estar constantemente alerta. Nosso coração se assemelha a uma “pessoa suspeita”. Fica de olho nele, observa o teu coração continuamente, pois é um traidor em teu próprio peito. Todos os dias deves montar guarda e vigiar. Se dormires, aí está a oportunidade para as tentações diabólicas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;8 ) O povo de Deus deve reunir-se com freqüência. As pombas de Cristo devem andar unidas. Assim, um crente ajudará a aquecer ao outro. Um conselho pode efetuar tanto bem quanto uma pregação. “Então, os que temiam ao SENHOR falavam uns aos outros” (Ml 3.16). Quando um crente profere a palavra certa no tempo oportuno, derrama sobre o outro o óleo santo que faz brilhar com maior fulgor a lâmpada do mais fraco. Os biólogos já notaram que há certa simpatia entre as plantas. Algumas produzem melhor quando crescem perto de outras plantas. Semelhantemente, esta é a verdade no terreno espiritual. Os santos são como árvores de santidade. Medram melhor na piedade quando crescem juntos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;9) Que o teu coração seja elevado acima do mundo. “Pensai nas coisas lá do alto” (Cl 3.2). Podemos ver o reflexo da lua na superfície da água, mas ela mesma está acima, no firmamento. Assim também, ainda que o crente ande aqui em baixo, o seu coração deve estar fixado nas glórias do alto. Aqueles cujos corações se elevam acima das coisas deste mundo não ficam aprisionados com os vexames e desassossegos que outros experimentam, mas, antes, vivem plenos de alegria e de contentamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;10) Consola-te com as promessas de Deus. As promessas são grandes suportes para a fé, que vive nas promessas do mesmo modo que o peixe que vive na água. As promessas de Deus são quais balsas flutuantes que nos impedem de afundar, quando entramos nas águas da aflição. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;11) Não sejas ocioso, mas trabalha para ganhar o teu sustento. Estou certo de que o mesmo Deus que disse: “Lembra-te do dia de sábado, para o santificar”, também disse: “Seis dias trabalharás e farás toda a tua obra”. Deus jamais apoiou qualquer ociosidade. Paulo observou: “Estamos informados de que, entre vós, há pessoas que andam desordenadamente, não trabalhando; antes, se intrometem na vida alheia. A elas, porém, determinamos e exortamos, no Senhor Jesus Cristo, que, trabalhando tranqüilamente, comam o seu próprio pão” (2 Ts 3.11-12). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;12) Ajunta a primeira tábua da Lei à segunda, isto é, piedade para com Deus e eqüidade para com o próximo. O apóstolo Paulo reúne essas duas idéias, em um só versículo: “Vivamos, no presente século… justa e piedosamente” (Tt 2.12). A justiça se refere à moralidade; a piedade diz respeito à santidade. Alguns simulam ter fé, mas não têm obras; outros têm obras, mas não têm fé. Alguns se consideram zelosos de Deus, mas não são justos em seus tratos; outros são justos no que fazem, mas não têm a menor fagulha de zelo para com Deus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;13) Em teu andar perante os outros, une a inocência à prudência. “Sede, portanto, prudentes como as serpentes e símplices como as pombas” (Mt 10.16). Devemos incluir a inocência em nossa sabedoria, pois doutro modo tal sabedoria não passará de astúcia; e precisamos incluir sabedoria em nossa inocência, pois do contrário nossa inocência será apenas fraqueza. Convém que sejamos tão inofensivos como as pombas, para que não causemos danos aos outros, e que tenhamos a prudência das serpentes, a fim de que os outros não abusem de nós nem nos manipulem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;14) Tenha mais medo do pecado que dos sofrimentos. Sob o sofrimento, a alma pode manter-se tranqüila. Porém, quando um homem peca voluntariamente, perde toda a sua paz. Aquele que comete um pecado para evitar o sofrimento, assemelha-se ao indivíduo que permite sua cabeça ser ferida, para evitar danos ao seu escudo e capacete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;15) Foge da idolatria. “Filhinhos, guardai-vos dos ídolos” (1 Jo 5.21). A idolatria consiste numa imagem de ciúme que provoca a Deus. Guarda-te dos ídolos e tem cuidado com as superstições. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;16) Não desprezes a piedade por estar sendo ela perseguida. Homens ímpios, quando instigados por Satanás, vituperam, maliciosamente, o caminho de Deus. A santidade é uma qualidade bela e gloriosa. Chegará o tempo quando os iníquos desejarão ver algo dessa santidade que agora desprezam, mas estarão tão removidos dela como agora estão longe de desejá-la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;17) Não dá valor ao pecado por estar atualmente na moda. Não julga o pecado como coisa apreciável, só porque a maioria segue tal caminho. Pensamos bem sobre uma praga, só porque ela se torna tão generalizada e atinge a tantos? “E não sejais cúmplices nas obras infrutíferas das trevas; antes, porém, reprovai-as” (Ef 5.11).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;18) No que diz respeito à vida cristã, serve a Deus com todas as tuas forças. Deveríamos fazer por nosso Deus tudo quanto está no nosso alcance. Deveríamos servi-Lo com toda a nossa energia, posto que a sepultura está tão perto, e ali ninguém ora nem se arrepende. Nosso tempo é curto demais, pelo que também o nosso zelo de Deus deveria ser intenso. “Sede fervorosos de espírito, servindo ao Senhor” (Rm 12.11).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;19) Faze aos outros todo o bem que puderes, enquanto tiveres vida. Labuta por ser útil às almas de teus semelhantes e por suprir as necessidades alheias. Jesus Cristo foi uma bênção pública no mundo. Ele saiu a fazer o bem. Muitos vivem de modo tão infrutífero, que, na verdade, suas vidas dificilmente são dignas de uma oração, como também seu falecimento quase não merece uma lágrima. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;20) Medita todos os dias sobre a eternidade. Pois talvez seja questão de poucos dias ou de poucas horas - haveremos de embarcar através do oceano da eternidade. A eternidade é uma condição de desgraça eterna ou de felicidade eterna. A cada dia, passa algum tempo a refletir a respeito da eternidade. Os pensamentos profundos sobre a eterna condição da alma deveriam servir de meio capaz de promover a santidade. Em conclusão, não devemos superestimar os confortos deste mundo. As conveniências do mundo são muito agradáveis, mas também são passageiras e logo se dissipam. A idéia da eternidade deve ser o bastante para impedir-nos de ficar tristes em face das cruzes e sofrimentos neste mundo. A aflição pode ser prolongada, mas não eterna. Nossos sofrimentos neste mundo não podem ser comparados com nosso eterno peso de glória. Considerai o que vos tenho dito, e o Senhor vos dará entendimento acerca de tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;LUV, L.P.&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/8452281-1861930540450219768?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/1861930540450219768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=1861930540450219768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/1861930540450219768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/1861930540450219768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-ltimo-sermo.html' title='O Último Sermão'/><author><name>L.P.</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-6889295089970963544</id><published>2008-04-04T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T08:23:33.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OPORTUNIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oi meninas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu estava lendo um livro chamado: uma vida com propósitos (vc não está aqui por acaso) de Rick Warren e muitas coisas aconteceram. No carnaval um homem  foi assassinado aqui em Lagoa Santa, eu não o conhecia, mas sabia que ele era desviado da igreja. Algumas semanas atras minha visinha suicidou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trágico, né!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pois é, isso me fez parar pra pensar em algumas coisa.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1º- Eu já fui desviada, poucas pessoas me falavam de Jesus;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2º- A gente que já foi desviado, sabe como é se sentir vazio, mas se esquece muito rápido como é, qdo estamos com Jesus. Isso tá errado! Tem muita gente aí no mundo se sentindo assim, VAZIO!;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3º- A gente está tão perto das pessoas e ao msm tempo tão longe! Não abrimos nossa boca, pra falar da única coisa que pode preencher esse grande vazio, que é nosso Deus;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4º- Somos muito egoístas nas nossas orações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que mais importa nessa vida é Deus! Dói pensar que tanta gente aí no mundo, não pode conhecer, se arrepender e viver com esse grande e maravilhoso Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muita gente não tem essa oportunidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bjoks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-6889295089970963544?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6889295089970963544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=6889295089970963544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6889295089970963544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6889295089970963544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/04/oportunidade.html' title='OPORTUNIDADE'/><author><name>Little Puppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692038265980778181</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-8452281.post-6782297175599679490</id><published>2008-02-20T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:27.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele me faz feliz demaisss!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R7y1iEcEVWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mWgoLSC2EYQ/s1600-h/Hands-upraised_Praise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R7y1iEcEVWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mWgoLSC2EYQ/s200/Hands-upraised_Praise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169206069226132834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Littles queridas do meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês sabem que às vezes eu percebo uns cenários na minha vida que preciso compartilhar com vocês, né? Coisas que podem parecer banais... mas não tem problema, eu não me importo em detalhar tudinho! rsrs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pois bem...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarta-feira, 20 de fevereiro de 2008, pouco antes das 20h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lá estou voltando pra casa após um longo, mas abençoado, dia de trabalho. Muito calor nas ruas de Belo Horizonte. Meu ônibus estava mais cheio que de costume, porque o trânsito estava impossível! Principalmente pra uma quarta-feira... Mas na minha cabeça eu já tinha traçado o "plano". Após descer, deliciaria dois bombons que trouxe da Secretaria - prova de um Buffet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E desci... uma brisa fresca soprando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mp3 começou a tocar umas músicas dos meninos dos meus ouvidos (precisa falar que é Jars?rs) que costumam fazer a diferença quando escuto, de um cd bom demais só de hinos! Pois bem, começou a tocar a God Be Merciful To Me, inspirada no salmo 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Comecei a comer o primeiro bombom... era de crocante... muito bom, me surpreendi!!! O segundo bombom e segunda música também: branco com recheio de trufa e God Will Lift Up Your Head (a mais amada do cd!!!)...........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ainda no primeiro bombom e começando a descer minha rua, olho pro lado, o que vejo? Uma lua redonda e brilhante no céu e algumas nuvenzinhas ao redor, sendo iluminadas por ela...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, Deus é tão lindo, né? Se minha vida tem trilha sonora, é porque é um filme. Então, sou a atriz principal... mas meu Pai Celeste querido é o diretor dela... e é por isso que vai ser um filme com o final mais feliz!!! rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mas é um pouco disso mesmo... Ele cuida de nós com tanto amor... é tão bom poder desfrutar de momentos de paz e beleza que Ele nos concede... sabendo que isso é só o começo, porque "nem olhos viram, nem ouvidos ouviram"...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, acho que era isso... love u!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Just Little, espero que vc continue mto bem, melhor a cada dia! Só pra informar que Jeremy Camp tá confirmado no finalzinho de abril e o Jars cancelou pq os produtores brasileiros incompetentes não deram conta do recado... :-| Sim, vou ter q mudar de ramo! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-6782297175599679490?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6782297175599679490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=6782297175599679490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6782297175599679490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6782297175599679490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/02/ele-me-faz-feliz-demaisss.html' title='Ele me faz feliz demaisss!!!'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R7y1iEcEVWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mWgoLSC2EYQ/s72-c/Hands-upraised_Praise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-1953456849083366999</id><published>2008-02-14T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:27.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/R7Qt6TIBV3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/wALNRmZopX0/s1600-h/valentines_day_graphics_10.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166805152090380146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/R7Qt6TIBV3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/wALNRmZopX0/s320/valentines_day_graphics_10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-1953456849083366999?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/1953456849083366999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=1953456849083366999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/1953456849083366999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/1953456849083366999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315492352089937763</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/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/R7Qt6TIBV3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/wALNRmZopX0/s72-c/valentines_day_graphics_10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-4108391505405119234</id><published>2008-02-09T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:28.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que o amor deve ser...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R63bREcEVVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/teHGqIcN5M4/s1600-h/PS_071224034628604_wideweb__300x375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R63bREcEVVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/teHGqIcN5M4/s200/PS_071224034628604_wideweb__300x375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165025433959552338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oi, Littles!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai aí uma música de amor inspirada, aí?&lt;br /&gt;Nesse blog, sempre vai né? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem não tiver recebido a música pra conferir a obra-prima, é só pedir que eu encaminho... sem palavras de tão linda! Ah, o amor... que é isso msm? rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chris Rice&lt;br /&gt;Let The Words Escape Lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love, how did I find you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amor, como eu fui te encontrar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was I even breathing before I knew  your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu estava ao menos respirando antes de conhecer seu nome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who could ever have planned this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quem poderia já ter planejado isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arranged a whole planet to  all turn out this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arranjado todo um planeta para tudo girar dessa forma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey, only Heaven knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ei, apenas o Céu conhece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The dreams behind these  things I'm asking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os sonhos por trás dessas coisas que estou perguntando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even our angels look surprised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Até mesmo nossos anjos se olharam surpresos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To bump their wings in  passing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por chocar suas asas ao passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","Eu amo você\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\u003eHow can I say?\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:italic\"\u003eComo eu posso dizer?\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\u003eI love you\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:italic\"\u003eEu amo você\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\u003eLet the words \nescape\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:italic\"\u003eDeixe as palavras escaparem\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\u003eLove you snuck up behind me\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:italic\"\u003eAmor que age servilmente através de mim\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\u003eI thought I was hiding\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:italic\"\u003eEu pensei estar me escondendo\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\u003eBut oh how \nI fell for you\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:italic\"\u003eMas oh... como eu me apaixonei por você\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\u003eMy heart beats double inside me\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:italic\"\u003eMeu coração bate em dobro dentro de mim\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\u003eAs I learn \nto love it\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:italic\"\u003eEnquanto eu aprendo a amar \u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\u003eSay my prayers for two\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:italic\"\u003eDizer minhas orações para dois\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\u003eHey, only Heaven saw\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:italic\"\u003eEi, somente o Céu viu\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\u003eThe tears I \ncried\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:italic\"\u003eAs lágrimas que chorei\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\u003eOn the day I met you\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:italic\"\u003eNo dia que te encontrei\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\u003eIf the whole world goes wrong\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:italic\"\u003eSe o mundo todo for errado\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\u003eI\u0026#39;ll don a \ncape\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEu colocarei uma capa (cm um herói)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\u003eAnd fly to your rescue\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:italic\"\u003eE vôo para seu resgate\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\u003eBecause I love you",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;Eu amo você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como eu posso dizer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu amo você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let the words  escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deixe as palavras escaparem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love you snuck up behind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amor que age servilmente através de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thought I was hiding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu pensei estar me escondendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But oh how  I fell for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas oh... como eu me apaixonei por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My heart beats double inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meu coração bate em dobro dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As I learn  to love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enquanto eu aprendo a amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say my prayers for two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dizer minhas orações para dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey, only Heaven saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ei, somente o Céu viu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The tears I  cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As lágrimas que chorei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the day I met you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No dia que te encontrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If the whole world goes wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se o mundo todo for errado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll don a  cape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu colocarei uma capa (cm um herói)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And fly to your rescue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E vôo para seu resgate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because I love you&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:italic\"\u003ePorque eu amo você\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\u003eHow can I say,\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003eComo eu posso dizer,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\u003eI love \nyou\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:italic\"\u003eEu amo você\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\u003eLet the words escape\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:italic\"\u003eDeixe as palavras escaparem\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\u003eLet the words escape\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:italic\"\u003eDeixe as palavras escaparem\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\u003eLet the words escape\u003c/span\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\" height\u003d\"1\" width\u003d\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\u003e \n\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style:italic\"\u003eDeixe as palavras escaparem\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cbr clear\u003d\"all\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e-- \u003cbr\u003e",1] ); D(["mb","\u003cspan class\u003dsg\u003eSuéllen Valverde\n\u003c/span\u003e",0] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque eu amo você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can I say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu posso dizer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love  you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu amo você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let the words escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deixe as palavras escaparem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let the words escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deixe as palavras escaparem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let the words escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8452281" style="font-weight: bold;" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deixe as palavras escaparem&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/8452281-4108391505405119234?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R63bREcEVVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/teHGqIcN5M4/s72-c/PS_071224034628604_wideweb__300x375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-697135795217522148</id><published>2008-01-26T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T12:56:00.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeira semana</title><content type='html'>Olá Littles!&lt;br /&gt;Essa foi minha primeira semana na JOCUM... e foi melhor do que eu pensava! Já esotu adaptada ao ambiente, minhas companheiras de quarto são ótimas!&lt;br /&gt;E Deus... Ele é maravilhoso! É claro que eu já chorei demais... mas Deus tem me dado paz e alegria a cada dia, e convicção de que estou no centro da vontade dEle. Nessa semana, estudamos sobre meditação, sobre intercessão e batalha espiritual, e também já comecei a ler o livro "Além das Possibilidades", do Jim Stier, fundador da Jocum-Brasil. Minha fé tem sido alimentada e minha esperança renovada a cada dia! O mesmo espero que Deus realize na vida de todos vocês! Um grande abraço!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-697135795217522148?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/697135795217522148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=697135795217522148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/697135795217522148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/697135795217522148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/01/primeira-semana.html' title='Primeira semana'/><author><name>Adriana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2jzZILGA4g/Tr0NFP36gTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VqFFw0acauo/s220/Eu%2Bde%2Bbon%25C3%25A9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-4954380027104419614</id><published>2008-01-18T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T13:24:28.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma nova etapa</title><content type='html'>Bem Litlles... como a Flower estou feliz com as notícias de visitas ilustres em nosso país... mas pressinto que não poderei presenciar este momento histórico! A partir de segunda-feira estarei morando em Contagem, na base nacional da Jocum. Em obediência à voz de Deus em meu coração, estarei ali fazendo a ETED - Escola de Treinamento, Evangelismo e Discipulado. Não foi sem relutância que obedeci, mas certa de que será um tempo muito bom e muito especial de Deus para mim. Quanto ao futuro, somente a Deus pertence...rs. Não estou certa de que serei uma missionária, mas quero abrir o meu coração para cumprir e desfrutar da boa, agradável e perfeita vontade de Deus. Talvez eu fique um pouco mais ausente dos encontros neste semestre, mas levo vocês no meu coração, ansiando que vocês também tenham momentos e experiências incríveis com nosso maravilhoso Deus! Espero que cada uma de nós possa fazer sempre o exercício de trazer à memória aquilo que nos dá esperança!&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-4954380027104419614?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/4954380027104419614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=4954380027104419614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/4954380027104419614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/4954380027104419614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/01/uma-nova-etapa.html' title='Uma nova etapa'/><author><name>Adriana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2jzZILGA4g/Tr0NFP36gTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VqFFw0acauo/s220/Eu%2Bde%2Bbon%25C3%25A9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-2953375714660846587</id><published>2008-01-13T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:28.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana das melhores notícias!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R4o4BzsPPWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dtTAloxzhOU/s1600-h/jeremycampandfamily06.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Littles queridas do meu coração!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R4o4BzsPPWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dtTAloxzhOU/s1600-h/jeremycampandfamily06.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tem como meu sorriso ficar maior? Sei não... Vocês já sabem os motivos, porque, antes de escrever aqui fiz questão de encher as caixas de email de todos os meus queridos com as boas novas... rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R4o4BzsPPWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dtTAloxzhOU/s1600-h/jeremycampandfamily06.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bem, a mais inesperada e mais feliz delas é que "os meninos dos meus ouvidos", Jars Of Clay, enfim vêm ao Brasil fazer um show!!! Será em março, com a graça de Deus!!! I can't wait!!! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foi um momento inesquecível qdo soube da notícia! Sim, vcs sabem que gosto de detalhar tudo, montar a cena, o ambiente todo, então... rsrs&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bem, cá estava eu abrindo meu gmail pela primeira vez depois de ter chegado em casa... Lá estava a newsletter da banda... e já no assunto, entre outras coisas, era feita a menção sobre data das turnês... Eu, tristemente, pensei: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, é tão sofrido ficar lendo data de turnês que não poderei ir&lt;/span&gt;" (suspiro). E então eu abri... e já no primeiro parágrafo, entre as coisas que eles contavam fazer esse ano estava viagens pro Brasil e Austrália!!! Meu coração quase parou... tamanha a surpresa e emoção! Meus meninos fazendo show no Brasil este ano??? E já em março, pude conferir linhas abaixo!!! Peço a Deus de todo o coração que eu possa estar lá e aproveitar ao máximo!!! Será um sonho realizado... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mas acho que é uma notícia feliz não só pra mim, né? Talvez mais pra mim, mas é uma boa notícia para mais gente... e claro, sabendo da minha felicidade em receber, vocês, minhas amigas, já ficam felizes demais, eu sei! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A outra boa notícia eu li no msm dia, mas nem caiu a ficha, tamanha minha perplexidade com o Jars... Mas o fato é que outro cantor incrível se apresenta no Brasil esse ano e, melhor ainda, em BH!!! A título de informação, é o maravilhoso Jeremy Camp! Amo mais a cada música nova que conheço ou que repito! rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E se alguém aqui não conhece, é uma sugestão mais do que especial, tá? Ele é benção demais!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O show tá marcado pra maio... Ai ai... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R4o4BzsPPWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dtTAloxzhOU/s1600-h/jeremycampandfamily06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R4o4BzsPPWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dtTAloxzhOU/s400/jeremycampandfamily06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154994327185735010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R4o4CDsPPXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/L7RzpeIH4T0/s1600-h/1g93a9s5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R4o4CDsPPXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/L7RzpeIH4T0/s400/1g93a9s5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154994331480702322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;[Na foto acima, Jeremy, Adie (sua esposa e também cantora que estou morta de curiosidade de conhecer) e os filhinhos... Aqui embaixo, o lindo e fofo do Dan cantando demais, pra variar!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bem, acho que é isso... (respiração profunda) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Vou deixá-las com uma das tantas músicas perfeitas do Jeremy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kisses!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You wanna be real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Você quer ser verdadeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You wanna be empty inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Você quer esvaziar-se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You wanna be someone  laying down your pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Você quer ser alguém despojando-se de seu orgulho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You want to be someone someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Você quer ser alguém um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Then lay it all down  before the King&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então entregue tudo perante o Rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You wanna be whole&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você quer ser inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You wanna have purpose  inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Você quer ter propósito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You wanna have virtue and purify your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Você quer ter virtude e purificar sua mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You wanna be set  free today then lay it all down before the King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Você quer ser liberto hoje, então entregue tudo perante o Rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This is my  desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Este é o meu desejo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Este é o meu retorno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(cm forma de retribuir)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This is my desire to be used by You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é o meu desejo, ser usado por Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You  wanna be real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Você quer ser verdadeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You wanna be empty inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Você quer esvaziar-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And I know my heart is to  feel You near&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que meu coração é para Te sentir perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And I know my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E eu sei que minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's to do Your will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;É para fazer Tua vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's to do Your  will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;É para fazer Tua vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;All my life I have seen where you've taken  me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Toda a minha vida eu tenho visto onde tens me levado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Beyond all I have hoped and there's more left unseen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Além de tudo que tenho esperado e ainda há mais por vir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There's not much I  can do to repay all you've done so I give my hands to use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Não há muito o que eu possa fazer para retribuir tudo o que tens feito, então entrego minhas mãos para que as use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-2953375714660846587?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/2953375714660846587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=2953375714660846587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/2953375714660846587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/2953375714660846587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/01/semana-das-melhores-notcias.html' title='Semana das melhores notícias!'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R4o4BzsPPWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dtTAloxzhOU/s72-c/jeremycampandfamily06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-8237813309732858273</id><published>2008-01-09T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:28.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a brand new year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R4S0tjsPPVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Zb10nHbZltA/s1600-h/pe_bts5_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153442568386592082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R4S0tjsPPVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Zb10nHbZltA/s400/pe_bts5_1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"aqui estou novamente... ainda procurando pelas respostas!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-8237813309732858273?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/8237813309732858273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=8237813309732858273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/8237813309732858273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/8237813309732858273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/01/brand-new-year.html' title='a brand new year...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R4S0tjsPPVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Zb10nHbZltA/s72-c/pe_bts5_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-9100234234784554728</id><published>2008-01-01T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:28.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mais um ano vai, outro ano vem..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R3pUgDsPPSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/uj4zYY27T1g/s1600-h/2580_6_1150232720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150522033574984994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R3pUgDsPPSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/uj4zYY27T1g/s400/2580_6_1150232720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR, Littles!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu agradeço a Deus por um novo dia, um novo ano! Agradeço por nossa amizade, nossa inspiração e até mesmo por este espaço aqui!&lt;br /&gt;E peço que neste ano Ele continue a ser o centro de nossas vidas, que tudo quanto façamos seja para a honra e glória do nosso Pai Celeste e que Ele guie nossas vidas neste ano e nos anos vindouros pelos caminhos da "boa, agradável e perfeita vontade" d'Ele!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo grande parte de uma musiquinha da Natalie Grant, Another Day, para ilustrar esse momento... desse ano novinho em folha... presente de Deus pra nós!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Before i go to sleep i pray under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Antes de me deitar eu oro sob as estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Search my soul and check my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Procuro minha alma e examino meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And thank God for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E agradeço a Deus por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Outro dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Another chance to love the ones i love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Outra chance para amar aqueles que amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To find my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Por encontrar meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To laugh, to dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Por rir, por dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Watch the sun come up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Assistir o sol nascer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Another day i get to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Outro dia eu começo a viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As if every breath could be the last i take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Como se cada respirar pudesse ser o último&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I get another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eu começo um outro dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To make somebody smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Para fazer alguém sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Go the extra mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Percorrer uma milha a mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Take a wrong and make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tomar um erro e corrigi-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And try to touch somebody's life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E tentar tocar a vida de alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I get another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eu começo um outro dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-9100234234784554728?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/9100234234784554728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=9100234234784554728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/9100234234784554728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/9100234234784554728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2008/01/mais-um-ano-vai-outro-ano-vem.html' title='&quot;Mais um ano vai, outro ano vem...&quot;'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R3pUgDsPPSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/uj4zYY27T1g/s72-c/2580_6_1150232720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-6787330337842145947</id><published>2007-12-28T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:28.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OFERTA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60hL_DiMM8s/R3VBKElYSJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/4WUbASKtiaI/s1600-h/third+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60hL_DiMM8s/R3VBKElYSJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/4WUbASKtiaI/s320/third+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149093390253050002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acabei de ver um DVD legal demais desses meninos que são uma bênção na minha vida!!! (vamos dizer, que em todos os sentidos... rsrsrs)&lt;br /&gt;Mas, uma das músicas que eles cantam nesse DVD me tocou muito e me peguei orando essa música junto com eles... resolvi compartilhar com vocês!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oferta (Oferring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai Santo e Magnifico&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent Holy Father&lt;br /&gt;Fico admirado com tudo que tenho visto&lt;br /&gt;I stand in awe of all I see&lt;br /&gt;Com todas as coisas que Tu criaste&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things You have created&lt;br /&gt;E ainda assim você escolhe pensar em mim&lt;br /&gt;But still You choose to think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu para que desses sua própria vida&lt;br /&gt;para me libertar?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I that You should suffer&lt;br /&gt;Your very life to set me free&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa que posso te oferecer&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I can give You&lt;br /&gt;É a vida que Tu mesmo me destes&lt;br /&gt;Is the life You gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a minha oferta, querido Jesus&lt;br /&gt;This is my offering, dear Lord&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a minha oferta pra Ti, Deus&lt;br /&gt;This is my offering to You, God&lt;br /&gt;E eu te darei a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;And I will give You my life&lt;br /&gt;Porque é tudo que eu tenho para oferecer&lt;br /&gt;For it’s all I have to give&lt;br /&gt;Porque Tu destes a Tua vida por mim&lt;br /&gt;Because You gave Your life for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me coloco ante a Ti neste altar&lt;br /&gt;I stand before You at this altar&lt;br /&gt;Tantas pessoas têm te dado mais&lt;br /&gt;So many have given You more&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso não ter muito para te oferecer&lt;br /&gt;I may not have much I can offer&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, o que eu tenho é verdadeiramente Teu!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yet what I have is truly Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu desejo é que essa seja a nossa oração nesse final de ano, para entrar  e passar todo o ano de 2008 no melhor lugar que podemos estar... Na presença de Deus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-6787330337842145947?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6787330337842145947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=6787330337842145947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6787330337842145947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6787330337842145947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/12/oferta.html' title='OFERTA...'/><author><name>Little Heart - Márcia Elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114734187103419713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60hL_DiMM8s/S7xp2XVDStI/AAAAAAAAALU/5Xh4aoS3XOY/S220/DSC00380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60hL_DiMM8s/R3VBKElYSJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/4WUbASKtiaI/s72-c/third+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-2013516700144633807</id><published>2007-12-24T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:29.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish u a merry xmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R3AfTzsPPRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/eL6Drd85feg/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R3AfTzsPPRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/eL6Drd85feg/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147648799238208786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meninas...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tô gostando de ver o movimento aqui! hehe Mesmo que nem sempre vocês estejam lá das mais animadas, mas são relatos tão little, que sempre vale a pena saber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pois é... daqui a algumas horas já será Natal... doce Natal... É engraçado q eu sempre me animo tanto qdo o Natal se aproxima q, qdo ele chega msm, é sempre parado. Coisas de família pequena e sem mais avós... fazer o que... Coisa de adulto tb q não espera pra achar o presente na manhã de Natal embaixo da árvore... rsrs&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas nós temos "coisa" muito melhor, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paz de Deus excedo todo o entendimento, o amor de nosso Salvador enche nossos corações de esperança... "Glória a Deus nas maiores alturas e paz na terra aos homens de boa vontade"! É isso mesmo, né? Tô com preguiça de ir atrás da minha Bíblia pra confirmar...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, Littles... glória a Deus pela benção que é tê-las na minha vida!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos kisses e tenham um lindo Natal!!!&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/8452281-2013516700144633807?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/2013516700144633807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=2013516700144633807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/2013516700144633807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/2013516700144633807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-wish-u-merry-xmas.html' title='I wish u a merry xmas!!!'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R3AfTzsPPRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/eL6Drd85feg/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-2524034552038948949</id><published>2007-12-22T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:29.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HEg9MlWQ-po/R21rXSibqLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vLEhR_g2t9E/s1600-h/cart%C3%A3o+de+natal+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146887997011765426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HEg9MlWQ-po/R21rXSibqLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vLEhR_g2t9E/s320/cart%C3%A3o+de+natal+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; É gente! Depois de alguns anos, resolvi fazer uma decoração de natal em casa. Claro, de última hora. E bem singela. Mas já me alegrou. Porque embora em geral eu sempre fique nostálgica e ainda mais esquisita do que sou no natal, natal "is not about me". "It's all about Jesus". E Ele merece toda a comemoração. Toda a nossa alegria. Todo nosso esforço. Toda nossa atenção. E é isso que estou tentando fazer - dar atenção ao aniversariante a despeito das comidas gostosas, das reuniões familiares, do apelo comercial, e inclusive da angústia do atual momento em que estou vivendo.&lt;br /&gt;É bom demais conseguir fazer do real significado do natal o nosso foco. Paz, alegria, tranqüilidade são advindos da simples percepção da presença do nosso maravilhoso salvador! Bendito é esse Jesus que vem em nome do Senhor!&lt;br /&gt;Que Ele seja bendito nos nossos lares.&lt;br /&gt;Que Ele seja bendito nas nossas igrejas.&lt;br /&gt;Que Ele seja bendito em nossas atividades estudantis e profissionais.&lt;br /&gt;Que Ele seja bendito em nossos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Que Ele seja bendito inclusive em nossas decepções.&lt;br /&gt;Que em 2008, cada pensamento nosso possa bendizer o único que é digno de toda glória, majestade e louvor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-2524034552038948949?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/2524034552038948949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=2524034552038948949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/2524034552038948949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/2524034552038948949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/12/gente-depois-de-alguns-anos-resolvi.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2jzZILGA4g/Tr0NFP36gTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VqFFw0acauo/s220/Eu%2Bde%2Bbon%25C3%25A9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HEg9MlWQ-po/R21rXSibqLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vLEhR_g2t9E/s72-c/cart%C3%A3o+de+natal+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-6818793993774685516</id><published>2007-12-21T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T12:31:57.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva, brigadeiro e Gilmore Girls...</title><content type='html'>Ei, meninas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo bem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como vai as loucuras da semana de Natal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu dei uma pausa nessa semana louca (minha mãe me enrola ou eu a enrolo e a gente só resolve as coisas na semana antes do Natal! rsrs)&lt;br /&gt;,pois não dá pra andar de ônibus nessa chuva toda, muito menos pra fazer compras, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então fiquei em casa o dia todo...&lt;br /&gt;E de tarde fiz um brigadeiro e coloquei um episódio de Gilmore Girls pra assistir (cortesia de uma amiga little)&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma tarde muito gostosa... como se o resto do mundo tivesse parado e eu ali saboreando aquele manjar dos céus e vendo um dos seriados mais fofos que existe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, de repente, depois desse momento ultra gostoso eu comecei a pensar...&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu não tenho um namorado pra poder ligar, ou namorar ao vivo numa tarde dessas?&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu não tenho um trabalho?&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu tenho essa vida "àtoa" de só estudar?????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois desse momento de desespero no meio da minha tarde perfeita pude perceber que o melhor a ser feito é colocar, mais uma vez, TODAS as coisas nas mãos de Deus e deixar que Ele tome conta do meu tempo... Fazendo isso eu posso ter a certeza que as coisas vão dar certo e vão chegar na hora certa!!!&lt;br /&gt;E posso ter a certeza também que esse Deus que eu confio e que me ama pode me abençoar, inclusive, com uma tarde super gostosa com Chuva, Gilmore Girls e brigadeiro... Pois Ele não é nem um pouco careta! rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, meu Papai do céu é legal demais!!!&lt;br /&gt;Muito obrigada...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-6818793993774685516?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6818793993774685516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=6818793993774685516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6818793993774685516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6818793993774685516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/12/chuva-brigadeiro-e-gilmore-girls.html' title='Chuva, brigadeiro e Gilmore Girls...'/><author><name>Little Heart - Márcia Elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114734187103419713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60hL_DiMM8s/S7xp2XVDStI/AAAAAAAAALU/5Xh4aoS3XOY/S220/DSC00380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-5595062730570758645</id><published>2007-12-17T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:29.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Amigas,&lt;br /&gt;que nossos corações de encham da paz e da união que há em Jesus, nosso Senhor!&lt;br /&gt;Amo vocês!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/R2Z5P-H7pxI/AAAAAAAAACI/BN2FC8ks2aM/s1600-h/christmas.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144932939598636818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/R2Z5P-H7pxI/AAAAAAAAACI/BN2FC8ks2aM/s320/christmas.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-5595062730570758645?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/5595062730570758645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=5595062730570758645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/5595062730570758645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/5595062730570758645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Little Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315492352089937763</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/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/R2Z5P-H7pxI/AAAAAAAAACI/BN2FC8ks2aM/s72-c/christmas.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-5595357360892854238</id><published>2007-12-12T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:29.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Então é Natal!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60hL_DiMM8s/R2BrRgnN_SI/AAAAAAAAAG8/n8RcqO01y0k/s1600-h/natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60hL_DiMM8s/R2BrRgnN_SI/AAAAAAAAAG8/n8RcqO01y0k/s320/natal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143228723013483810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É NATAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas estrelas vejo a sua mão&lt;br /&gt;E no vento ouço a sua voz&lt;br /&gt;Deus domina sobre terra e mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que ele é pra mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei o sentido do Natal&lt;br /&gt;Pois na história tem o seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Cristo veio para nos salvar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que ele é pra mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Té que um dia seu amor senti&lt;br /&gt;Sua imensa graça recebi&lt;br /&gt;Descobri então que Deus não vivi&lt;br /&gt;Longe lá no céu, sem se importar comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora ao meu lado está&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia sinto seu cuidar&lt;br /&gt;Ajudando me a caminhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ele é pra mim!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é Jesus pra mim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa música é tão velhinha, mas diz tanto ao meu coração e eu gosto tanto dela...&lt;br /&gt;Nessa época de Natal ela sempre fica pairando na minha cabeça!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu tava pensando em como o Natal só faz sentido mesmo se a gente sente o Senhor Jesus ao nosso lado, quando a gente tem a plena consciência que ele não tá distante lá no céu sem se importar com a gente...&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente sabe disso os presentes, a ceia de Natal, o comércio e tudo o mais ficam tão pequenos e a verdadeira paz do Natal toma conta da gente... e é essa paz que eu tô sentindo hoje e queria compartilhar com vocês... Paz que só Deus pode nos dar, que independe das circunstâncias, e podem ter certeza, elas não tem sido fáceis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo e um lindo Natal pra todas vocês!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-5595357360892854238?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/5595357360892854238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=5595357360892854238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/5595357360892854238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/5595357360892854238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/12/ento-natal.html' title='Então é Natal!!!'/><author><name>Little Heart - Márcia Elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114734187103419713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60hL_DiMM8s/S7xp2XVDStI/AAAAAAAAALU/5Xh4aoS3XOY/S220/DSC00380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60hL_DiMM8s/R2BrRgnN_SI/AAAAAAAAAG8/n8RcqO01y0k/s72-c/natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-9209386586804989285</id><published>2007-12-11T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:29.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tá chegando, cm tem dito a Cloue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R152soU2uRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9Zp-FCk0L1g/s1600-h/05.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142678333614897426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R152soU2uRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9Zp-FCk0L1g/s320/05.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bom dia, Littles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Está uma linda manhã de terça-feira lá fora... 11 de dezembro. Já é quase o grande dia, e quase o dia maior ainda! Mas amanhã msm, é aniversário da nossa cidade q amamos, apesar de nossas reclamações e percepções da realidade distorcida que vivemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas o "social" não é o meu foco agora. Tava apenas com saudade de conversar com vcs via blog... rsrs Sei nem o que dizer, na verdade. TPM tá brava, queria fazer tanta coisa ao mesmo tempo, coisas q não são possíveis no momento. E aí uma ansiedade parece querer me consumir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Se ao menos eu pudesse escutar meu cd novo do Jars o tempo todo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"If you put your arms around me, could it change the way i feel"... hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ah, vou nessa q a semana está cheia demais, não só de beleza nem de ansiedade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kisses!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-9209386586804989285?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/9209386586804989285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=9209386586804989285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/9209386586804989285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/9209386586804989285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/12/t-chegando-cm-tem-dito-cloue.html' title='Tá chegando, cm tem dito a Cloue...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R152soU2uRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9Zp-FCk0L1g/s72-c/05.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-7274372838065733818</id><published>2007-12-01T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:10:25.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Em casa no sábado à noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Gente, não sei porque... resolvi ficar em casa hoje. Não que não quisesse me encontrar com vocês e tomar sorvete até! Mas sei, lá sabe? Não? Nem eu...rs. Descubro a cada dia que sou uma pessoa lesada que não dá conta de entender nada da vida nem de mim mesma, quanto mais dos outros. E olha que dizem que eu sou uma terapeuta...aff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Não, não... não estou na TPM...hehe. Como disse, não sei nem o que estou fazendo aqui. Tenho tanto para contar, mas não sei como começar. Imaginei que na hora que começasse a escrever as palavras me viriam... e vejam no que está dando! Nunca fui mais metalinguística... será que metalinguagem é a arte de falar, falar, e não dizer nada? Me sinto assim, só soltando palavras...rs. Tento parar, para não aborrecer vocês, mas, de repente, virei uma logorréica. Logo eu, que não sou de muitas palavras. Talvez pela inabilidade de usá-las... enfim!! Pesquisando na net sobre o que acabei de dizer, encontrei a seguinte pergunta: "A verborragia, a logorréia é condição sine qua non para filosofar?". Sei lá... será que eu estou filosofando? Será que finalmente descobri minha vocação?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Vou parar, antes que os profissionais da área comecem a se preocupar seriamente comigo...rs. É obóvio, como diria minha mãe, que estou num momento um tanto quanto peculiar e que gera questionamentos, ansiedades... essa vida de à toa é boa pra quem tem muito dinheiro!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Não quero ficar me queixando. Tentado organizar meus pensamentos, agora, vejo que Deus tem sido tão bom e tão fiel comigo! Sou grata a Ele por esse tempo de descanso e pela palavra dele que me sustenta e me conforta. É bom saber que com Ele, decerto terei bom futuro, pois Ele sempre está presente, é Ele quem guia meus passos e me sustenta. Ainda que por caminhos que eu não escolheria por mim mesma. Mas se Ele tem uma visão mais ampliada, não apenas geograficamente, mas histórica, ou seja, visão além do alcance, porque insistir nas minhas próprias escolhas? Vou mais é obedecer, porque a vontade dEle é boa, agradável e perfeita. E não estou falando isso para convencer a mim mesma. Já estou convencida. Mas é sempre bom lembrar das palavras e do caráter dAquele que faz a vida, e que a faz valendo sempre à pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Ah, Deus! Obrigada! Obrigada por seu amor incondicional. Pela segurança que me oferece. Pelo amor que traz alento à minha alma. Pelo sacrifício que me libertou. Pelas palavras que me vivificam e refrigeram a minha alma. Pelo Santo Espírito que é meu guia e companheiro. E pelas amigas que têm paciência de ler e assim compartilhar da confusão, e paradoxalmente da paz que encontro em ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-7274372838065733818?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7274372838065733818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=7274372838065733818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7274372838065733818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7274372838065733818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/12/em-casa-no-sbado-noite.html' title='Em casa no sábado à noite...'/><author><name>Adriana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2jzZILGA4g/Tr0NFP36gTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VqFFw0acauo/s220/Eu%2Bde%2Bbon%25C3%25A9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-2123643027538960478</id><published>2007-11-27T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:29.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60hL_DiMM8s/R0wC57NfBII/AAAAAAAAAG0/vEd-MgZ-AYw/s1600-h/n%C3%B3s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60hL_DiMM8s/R0wC57NfBII/AAAAAAAAAG0/vEd-MgZ-AYw/s320/n%C3%B3s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137484469092942978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei, meninas...&lt;br /&gt;Depois de muito tempo, aqui estou eu de novo escrevendo no nosso blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou num momento de grandes desafios... em todas as áreas da vida, e, de vez em quando bate um medo... rs&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei que só vou conseguir ter vitória com a ajuda de Deus e com o apoio dos meus amigos... que, depois de Jesus, são o maior presente que Deus podia me dar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi postar essa música, pois ela expressa exatamente o que quero dizer pra vocês...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POR SERMOS IRMÃOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que os erros de outrora nos façam pensar&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo é agora e não pode esperar...&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor não tem hora, nem cor nem lugar&lt;br /&gt;E só, só tem sentido se a gente se amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a nossa garganta desate esse nó&lt;br /&gt;No abraço apertado sem medo e sem dó...&lt;br /&gt;Que a gente divida entre acordes e tons&lt;br /&gt;a honra e o prazer de juntar nossos dons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus sobre nós multiplique esse amor&lt;br /&gt;Sadio e sincero no riso e na dor&lt;br /&gt;Que as nossas canções falem sempre de paz&lt;br /&gt;Nem muito de menos, nem pouco demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a história se faça por sermos irmãos&lt;br /&gt;No peito e na raça, no aperto das mãos&lt;br /&gt;Que as nossas crianças nos vejam assim...&lt;br /&gt;Amigos no início, no meio e no fim!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-2123643027538960478?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/2123643027538960478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=2123643027538960478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/2123643027538960478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/2123643027538960478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/11/ei-meninas.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Heart - Márcia Elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114734187103419713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60hL_DiMM8s/S7xp2XVDStI/AAAAAAAAALU/5Xh4aoS3XOY/S220/DSC00380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60hL_DiMM8s/R0wC57NfBII/AAAAAAAAAG0/vEd-MgZ-AYw/s72-c/n%C3%B3s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-7761140459183285362</id><published>2007-11-26T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T06:23:17.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Música</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bem, Switchfoot não é bem uma Little Band, mas sem dúvida tem umas músicas que valem à pena. Essa é uma delas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S. A tradução não é das melhores... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meant to Live&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fumbling his confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And wond’ring why the world has passed him by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoping that he’s meant for more than arguments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And failed attempts to fly, fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dreaming about providence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And whether mice or men have second tries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe we’ve been living with our eyes half open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe we’re bent and broken, broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have we lost ourselves? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have we lost ourselves? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We want more than this world’s got to offer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We want more than this world’s got to offer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We want more than the wars of our fathers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And everything inside screams for second life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have we lost ourselves? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have we lost ourselves? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have we lost ourselves? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were meant to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were meant to live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deveríamos viver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remexendo seus segredos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E se pergunta porque o mundo o deixou para atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esperando que seu destino fosse mais do que argumentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e tentativas fracassadas para voar, voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nós deveríamos viver para muito mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nós nos perdemos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Em algum lugar vivemos por dentro(2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sonhando sobre providência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e se ratos ou homens tem segundas chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Talvez estejamos vivendo com nossos olhos entreabertos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Talvez estejamos tortos e quebrados, quebrados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nós queremos mais do que este mundo tem para nos oferecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nós queremos mais do que este mundo tem para nos oferecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nós queremos mais do que as guerras de nossos pais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E tudo que está dentro suplica por uma segunda vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-7761140459183285362?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7761140459183285362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=7761140459183285362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7761140459183285362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7761140459183285362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/11/msica.html' title='Música'/><author><name>Adriana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2jzZILGA4g/Tr0NFP36gTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VqFFw0acauo/s220/Eu%2Bde%2Bbon%25C3%25A9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-6065043521775926624</id><published>2007-11-26T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:30.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Littles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HEg9MlWQ-po/R0rTgTe6O7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TnXkZuZHsnw/s1600-h/Congresso+Regional+Jovens+2007+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137150876908665778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HEg9MlWQ-po/R0rTgTe6O7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TnXkZuZHsnw/s320/Congresso+Regional+Jovens+2007+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEg9MlWQ-po/R0rTgze6O8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/gOgAxlqLjVo/s1600-h/Congresso+Regional+Jovens+2007+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137150885498600386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEg9MlWQ-po/R0rTgze6O8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/gOgAxlqLjVo/s320/Congresso+Regional+Jovens+2007+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-6065043521775926624?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6065043521775926624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=6065043521775926624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6065043521775926624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6065043521775926624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/11/littles.html' title='Littles'/><author><name>Adriana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2jzZILGA4g/Tr0NFP36gTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VqFFw0acauo/s220/Eu%2Bde%2Bbon%25C3%25A9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HEg9MlWQ-po/R0rTgTe6O7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TnXkZuZHsnw/s72-c/Congresso+Regional+Jovens+2007+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-3694073598308631865</id><published>2007-11-17T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:30.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belém dentro de nós...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R0GyU9WLplI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U4Kj_Z6t88s/s1600-h/699_snoopy_20christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134581123313804882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R0GyU9WLplI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U4Kj_Z6t88s/s400/699_snoopy_20christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Rz-SZdWLpkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cUVlqHp0EkU/s1600-h/xmasburnhamxmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Rz-SZdWLpkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cUVlqHp0EkU/s1600-h/xmasburnhamxmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Rz-SZdWLpkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cUVlqHp0EkU/s1600-h/xmasburnhamxmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meninas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cm não fazia há muito tempo, hj preciso contar minha tarde simples, mas little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não costumo fazer isso nessa altura do mês, mas resolvi aproveitar meu tempo ocioso (o que tem sido coisa rara) pra enfeitar a casa pro Natal (ok, as luzes ainda ficaram pro domingo!) ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Levei as caixas lá pro alpendre, pq a casa tava limpa, e comecei a preparação por lá msm... Tava uma tarde tão linda: um sol forte, um céu tão azul com umas nuvens tão brancas e fofas e um ventinho gostoso... Claro q pra completar isso, eu tinha que colocar o cd mais novo do Bebo Norman q eu baixei! Perfeito demais... na minha humilde opinião, ele é o "artista" cristão mais talentoso na atualidade... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas voltando ao fio da meada... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esse é sempre um momento gostoso pra mim (não gosto da palavra ritual e dispenso, nesse caso, a palavra terapia... rsrs). Eu não sei porque. Mas sei que é sempre bom... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrumando minha árvore, me lembrei dos últimos 2 anos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 2005, lembro que meu coração tava feliz, mas pesado com tanta preocupação... Quem me acompanhou foi o Sixpence None The Richer, q é bastante apropriado pra esses momentos, mas tlz não te tire deles... rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já no ano passado, acho q com a mesma trilha, arrumar a casa pro Natal, pra Jesus (meu Salvador amaaado!!!), me tirou de um quadro de apatia e certa desesperança no qual me encontrava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esse ano? Deus... esse ano foi tão bom... Por isso "pintei" o quadro, contando os detalhes da tarde, mas mesmo assim acho q vai ser difícil de entender... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas pra facilitar, esse ano foi só paz e louvor... tal como o som inspirado do Bebo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acho q eu tô leve até agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mesmo minha mãe e irmão tendo "desvirtuado" meu projeto prata e azul tão lindo dos anos anteriores... rsrsrsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Espero que não esteja com cara de desabafo... pq minha intenção foi só fazer um relato desse meu momento little de todos os anos... msm pq, eqto ele durava, eu pensava: vou ter q colocar isso pras meninas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses, girls!!! Love uuuu!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;All my soul needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O que) toda minha a alma precisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Is all Your love to cover me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É todo o Seu amor pra me cobrir &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all the world will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então todo o mundo verá &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I have nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não tenho nada &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu amo Você" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebo Norman&lt;/span&gt;, Nothing Without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS: falando em littletude, vou ter q contar a história da Sleeping Beauty (Bela Adormecida) na próxima aula de inglês... rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-3694073598308631865?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/3694073598308631865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=3694073598308631865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/3694073598308631865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/3694073598308631865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/11/belm-dentro-de-ns.html' title='Belém dentro de nós...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/R0GyU9WLplI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U4Kj_Z6t88s/s72-c/699_snoopy_20christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-3472643395313193216</id><published>2007-11-15T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:30.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Já ia me esquecendo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Rz0RLdWLpjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/w5sNqZ6vYJo/s1600-h/catadas+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Rz0RLdWLpjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/w5sNqZ6vYJo/s400/catadas+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133278038826133042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como assim, Littles? Três de nós naquele Congresso super abençoado q tivemos e eu estava esquecendo de registrá-lo por aqui??? Fala sério...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Falando nisso, Just Little... nossa foto juntas tá na sua máquina, né? Por isso, ela vai faltar por aqui... se quiser posta depois tb. ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ntes da foto, preciso deixar alguma frase ou letra, né?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Show me how I should live this &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Me mostre como eu devo viver isso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me where I should walk &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Me mostre por onde eu devo andar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I count this world as loss to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;Eu conto esse mundo como perda para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are all I want &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Você é tudo que eu quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are all I want &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Você é tudo que eu quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt; né... musiquinha linda demais que não sai dos nossos blogs, perfis e msns... rsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Então, por hora é isso né... Kisses pra vcs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-3472643395313193216?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/3472643395313193216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=3472643395313193216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/3472643395313193216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/3472643395313193216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/11/j-ia-me-esquecendo.html' title='Já ia me esquecendo...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Rz0RLdWLpjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/w5sNqZ6vYJo/s72-c/catadas+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-4717679017691495472</id><published>2007-10-26T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:31.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do with daylight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RyH8GmIbEYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zAemqB1t-nU/s1600-h/pride3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RyH8GmIbEYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zAemqB1t-nU/s320/pride3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125655041169625474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oi, meninas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sei bem o que vou escrever aqui, mas deu uma vontade de postar... ainda mais pq vcs estão todas tão sumidas dessas bandas... parece q eu tô falando sozinha aqui! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tava até pensando em "publicizar" esse blog... sério msm... Quem sabe pelo menos de vez em qdo não aparece uns comentários desafiadores?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas então... mais um ano caminhando para seu final hein... Daqui a pco começa a nostalgia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pq será q essa época nos faz lembrar sempre de outras épocas? Claro, são marcantes de certa forma, mas um simples tempo nublado traz horrores à tona!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, sei lá... tô boa pra "liberar" perguntas pro espaço cósmico hj não... Quem sabe a Little Psicóloga não possa nos ajudar nesta questão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por hora, só posso dizer que não é nada fácil ser Little... e é isso que eu quero expressar com essa imagem. Alguma música? Nossa... são tantas que nem saberia por onde começar... ainda mais pq muitas delas não estão claramente ligadas à essa foto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tá vendo o que vcs fazem comigo? Eu pergunto e eu msm respondo! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, vamos parar por aqui... See u, girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kisses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-4717679017691495472?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/4717679017691495472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=4717679017691495472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/4717679017691495472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/4717679017691495472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-to-do-with-daylight.html' title='What to do with daylight...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RyH8GmIbEYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zAemqB1t-nU/s72-c/pride3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-442043056654231145</id><published>2007-10-14T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:31.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Índia tb continua linda, né?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RxJglUVpIII/AAAAAAAAAEk/DwU6TIu_lhs/s1600-h/Delhi+-+Red+Fort+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RxJglUVpIII/AAAAAAAAAEk/DwU6TIu_lhs/s400/Delhi+-+Red+Fort+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121261920504586370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Little,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cm vc não conseguiu postar esse click sensacional q vc fez aí na Índia, eu faço esse favorzinho... hehe&lt;br /&gt;Kisses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Nova Délhi, Red Fort? É esse o local?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-442043056654231145?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/442043056654231145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=442043056654231145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/442043056654231145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/442043056654231145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/10/ndia-tb-continua-linda-n.html' title='A Índia tb continua linda, né?!'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RxJglUVpIII/AAAAAAAAAEk/DwU6TIu_lhs/s72-c/Delhi+-+Red+Fort+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-4137692454166696217</id><published>2007-09-13T16:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:31.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Rio de Janeiro continua lindo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RunHGQbp6-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/KazFb4VKgy4/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RunHGQbp6-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/KazFb4VKgy4/s400/IMG_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109834162532641762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ai, ai... cm é bom alguns momentos fora da nosso cotidiano, entre amigos e na presença de Deus... O difícil é voltar à realidade e não ter tempo pra colocar o sono em dia... ter que matar aula, quase perder o ponto de descida do ônibus, ficar um pouco mau-humorada e meio sem apetite para as coisas que fazem bem à saúde... Mas que venha novembro! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kisses para todas as q tive o prazer de passar este último feriado e para aquelas que estão distantes de uma maneira ou de outra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm letting go of everything i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm holding on to everything You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm letting go of everything i was once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm all in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm falling into Your arms again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;TobyMac!&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/8452281-4137692454166696217?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/4137692454166696217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=4137692454166696217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/4137692454166696217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/4137692454166696217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-rio-de-janeiro-continua-lindo.html' title='O Rio de Janeiro continua lindo...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RunHGQbp6-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/KazFb4VKgy4/s72-c/IMG_0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-3761766977803109768</id><published>2007-08-13T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:31.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que falta isso faz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/RsB4MeRBzUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cvuBSnEMNzA/s1600-h/normal_12536_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098206933861649730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/RsB4MeRBzUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cvuBSnEMNzA/s320/normal_12536_photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-3761766977803109768?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/3761766977803109768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=3761766977803109768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/3761766977803109768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/3761766977803109768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/08/que-falta-isso-faz.html' title='Que falta isso faz...'/><author><name>Little Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315492352089937763</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/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/RsB4MeRBzUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cvuBSnEMNzA/s72-c/normal_12536_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-5930686678024445181</id><published>2007-07-14T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:31.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Episódio final de 'Gilmore Girls' fica à altura da série"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RprG6AGd9KI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1CcPCi773_w/s1600-h/07.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RprG6AGd9KI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1CcPCi773_w/s400/07.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087597428830237858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Se a sétima temporada deixou muito a desejar para os fãs mais exigentes das  garotas Gilmore, o episódio de despedida de &lt;strong&gt;"Gilmore Girls"&lt;/strong&gt; foi  à altura da série. Foi um episódio digno de Rory e Lorelai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicado,  sutil, engraçado e com momentos de nos deixar de olhos marejados, como nos  melhores episódios de &lt;strong&gt;"Gilmore Girls"&lt;/strong&gt;. Apesar de não ter sido  escrito por sua criadora, Amy Shermann-Palladino, afastada da série desde a  temporada passada, o final conseguiu captar o espírito do seriado e terminou do  mesmo jeito que a série começou: com Rory e Lorelai num papo divertido no café  do Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teve tudo o que &lt;strong&gt;"Gilmore Girls"&lt;/strong&gt; sempre teve de  bacana. Papinhos Rory-Lorelai, jantar na casa de Emily (embora não tenha sido um  daqueles, sabe?), as bizarrices deliciosas dos habitantes de Stars Hollow, Luke  em momentos fofos, papo-melhores-amigas Rory e Lane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, apesar de  Daniel Rosenthal, roteirista e produtor-executivo da série, ter escrito o final  sem ter certeza de que &lt;strong&gt;"Gilmore Girls"&lt;/strong&gt; seria mesmo cancelada,  simplesmente não dá para imaginar o que aconteceria em uma oitava temporada. Um  ciclo se fechou na vida das garotas Gilmore. Tinha que ser assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O  episódio começa com Rory arrumando suas coisas em casa depois de ter voltado da  formatura - quando recusou o pedido de casamento de Logan. Mãe e filha planejam  um tour por montanhas-russas antes que Rory comece a trabalhar e marcam uma  festa para celebrar a formatura de Rory com os habitantes de Stars  Hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só que, durante o jantar com Emily e Richard, Rory conta que  recebeu uma proposta de emprego para fazer a cobertura da campanha de Barack  Obama, pré-candidato à presidência dos EUA, e passará vários meses viajando.  Pior: tem que partir em dois dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorelai não deixa transparecer sua  tristeza pela partida da filha, e as duas começam os preparativos para a viagem.  O pessoal da cidade fica triste em saber que a festa de Rory terá que ser  cancelada e resolve fazer uma festa surpresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O episódio todo se  desenvolve entre os preparativos para a viagem de Rory - Lorelai triste, a  despedida de Lane, a insegurança de Rory, as conversas mãe e filha - e os  divertidíssimos preparativos para a festa surpresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A festa acontece e é  emocionante. Todos os habitantes de Stars Hollow reunidos, discurso da Rory, a  presença de Emily e Richard... E quem tomou conta de tudo foi Luke. Ao saber  disso, Lorelai vai atrás dele e os dois se beijam, numa bela cena - que, no  entanto, não nos dá uma definição clara do futuro dos dois. Mas um episódio de  "Gilmore Girls" não pode acabar assim. Afinal, a série é sobre as garotas  Gilmore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, no dia seguinte, as duas acordam bem cedo para Rory pegar o  avião, mas antes passam na lanchonete do Luke para uma xícara de  café...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por Cláudia Croitor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-5930686678024445181?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/5930686678024445181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=5930686678024445181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/5930686678024445181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/5930686678024445181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/07/episdio-final-de-gilmore-girls-fica.html' title='&quot;Episódio final de &apos;Gilmore Girls&apos; fica à altura da série&quot;'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RprG6AGd9KI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1CcPCi773_w/s72-c/07.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-357468108514966439</id><published>2007-07-14T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:31.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida real...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RprGSQGd9II/AAAAAAAAAEE/FBaNE5GJ6RE/s1600-h/29666735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RprGSQGd9II/AAAAAAAAAEE/FBaNE5GJ6RE/s400/29666735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087596745930437762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aiiiiii, acabou-se a série mais Little da história de todos os tempos: GILMORE GIRLS!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já estou com saudade... na verdade já estava enquanto via o último episódio. Chorei horrores!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até no final da série vi alguém que conheço bem na pele da Rory. Formando em Jornalismo e amargando a frustração de não realizar seu sonho, ela se viu diante de um mundo de "não-certezas". Se sentiu pequena diante desse mundo. Mas quando fazia planos para esperar por um caminho, apareceu uma oportunidade que seria boa para seu amadurecimento. Ela ainda, insegura, temeu não ser capaz de fazer aquilo para o que se preparou por anos. Mas  foi. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory deixou a deliciosa cidadezinha de Stars Hollow por tempo indeterminado... E essa separação, que realmente resumiu o fim da série foi o que mais me fez chorar. Porque agora acabou. A vida real a aguarda. Mas confesso que, em seu lugar, sem nenhum sonho que fosse prejudicado no caminho, teria me casado com o Logan (claro, amando-o como ela dizia). Qual seria o problema de começar essa vida nova ao lado dele? Esse foi meu único desapontamento nesse final. Talvez o dilema Luke ou Christopher pudesse ser um outro probleminha... acho q não conseguiria resolver sem uma pontinha de tristeza no lugar da Lorelai...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente, desculpe se falei um monte de coisa das quais metade de vcs podem nem saber do que se trata. Mas o fato é, amo essa série! E vejo que em seu desfecho ela acompanha a vida real da maioria de nós. Estamos deixando etapas para trás em nossas vidas, avançando, enfrentando novos desafios, crescendo.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nosso diferencial é que temos nosso Pai Celeste ao nosso lado em todos os momentos. E sabemos e nos regozijamos com essa certeza. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas não deixamos de ser garotas, sonhadoras, inteligentes. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem, mas acho que não tenho nenhuma conclusão para adicionar. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fica, então, as lágrimas nos olhos e um sorriso no rosto. Gilmore Girls acabou. Vida que segue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Logan, me desculpe, eu não posso. Eu te amo, vc sabe o qto, e amo a idéia de estar casada com vc. Mas tenho muitas coisas na minha vida agora q estão indefinidas, e isso costumava me assustar, mas agora eu meio que gostei da idéia. Tudo está bem aberto, e se eu me casasse com vc, não estaria". &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Rory Gilmore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"And someday all that's crazy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that's unexplained &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be beautiful, beautiful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday all that's hazy &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through a clouded glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will be clear at last&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes we're just waiting, waiting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someday". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nichole Nordeman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-357468108514966439?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/357468108514966439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=357468108514966439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/357468108514966439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/357468108514966439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/07/vida-real.html' title='Vida real...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RprGSQGd9II/AAAAAAAAAEE/FBaNE5GJ6RE/s72-c/29666735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-3636759371467768677</id><published>2007-07-03T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:31.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voa coração...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/RopsgLlZSaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/i-SI5dj8Dto/s1600-h/inver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082994429562276258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/RopsgLlZSaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/i-SI5dj8Dto/s320/inver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/Roprv7lZSZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qSUd2qte-SA/s1600-h/inver.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-3636759371467768677?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/3636759371467768677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=3636759371467768677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/3636759371467768677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/3636759371467768677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/07/voa-corao.html' title='Voa coração...'/><author><name>Little Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315492352089937763</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/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/RopsgLlZSaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/i-SI5dj8Dto/s72-c/inver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-4978967924167867153</id><published>2007-06-07T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T07:30:45.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angústia</title><content type='html'>Hoje, como de costume, veio uma pessoa à porta de minha casa pedir coisas...&lt;br /&gt;Abri a porta e me deparei com uma linda menina, que já conhecia de outras vezes, porém havia esquecido o seu nome. Perguntei o que queria... pediu pão, leite, biscoitos... De maneira simpática atendi, pedi que esperasse enquanto buscava algo para ela. Quando retornei, para minha supresa, foi ela quem perguntou meu nome. Respondi, perguntei pelo dela... E aí veio a pergunta: "Just Little (sic), esta casa é toda sua?" Fiquei desconcertada... "Não, essa casa é dos meus pais..." Sei que não era o que a interessava... ela ficou abismada com o tamanho da casa, e eu com a sinceridade da pergunta... porque eu posso ter uma casa enorme, e ela casa nenhuma?&lt;br /&gt;Ah meu Deus!! Quanta angústia! Mais ainda porque não lembro do nome (que é um lindo e diferente nome) desta criança, embora ache que nunca vou esquecer de seu lindo rosto sujo, de seus cabelos loiros desgrenhados, e de sua simples pergunta, mas que para mim é uma questão complexa para a qual não tenho resposta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-4978967924167867153?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/4978967924167867153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=4978967924167867153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/4978967924167867153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/4978967924167867153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/06/angstia.html' title='Angústia'/><author><name>Adriana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2jzZILGA4g/Tr0NFP36gTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VqFFw0acauo/s220/Eu%2Bde%2Bbon%25C3%25A9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-5002540164359716311</id><published>2007-06-01T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:32.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outra da Brooke...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pra não perder o costume... uma musiquinha ultra-Little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps: daqui a pco a Star vai ficar com ciúme de me ver fazendo postagens da cantora dela...rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Is Waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brooke Fraser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the autumn on the ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Between the traffic and the ordinary sounds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am thinking signs and seasons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While a north wind blows through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I watch as lovers pass me by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Walking stories, who's and how's and why's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Musing lazily on love, pondering you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's give it time, give it space &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And be still for a spell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When it's time to walk that way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We wanna walk it well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll be waiting for you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll be holding back the darkest night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love is waiting `til we're ready &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;`Til it's right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love is waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's my caution not the cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's no other hand that I would rather hold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The climate changes, I'm singing for strangers about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't keep time, slow the pace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Honey hold on if you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The bets are getting surer now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That you're my man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I could write a million songs about the way you say my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I could live a lifetime with you and then do it all again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And like I can't force the sun to rise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or hasten summer's start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neither should I rush my way into your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RmDUfV2s3-I/AAAAAAAAABY/pS22TXnTnwk/s1600-h/5484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RmDUfV2s3-I/AAAAAAAAABY/pS22TXnTnwk/s400/5484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071286815326789602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-5002540164359716311?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/5002540164359716311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=5002540164359716311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/5002540164359716311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/5002540164359716311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/06/outra-da-brooke.html' title='Outra da Brooke...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RmDUfV2s3-I/AAAAAAAAABY/pS22TXnTnwk/s72-c/5484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-2138357327909360157</id><published>2007-05-24T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T11:35:38.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Brooke Fraser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There's distance in the air and I cannot make it leave I wave my arms `round about me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And blow with all my might I cannot sense you close Though I know you're always here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But the comfort of you near Is what I long for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When I can't feel you I have learned to reach out just the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When I can't hear you I know you still hear every word I pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I want you More than I want to live another day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And as I wait for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Maybe I'm made more faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All the folly of the past Though I know it is undone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I still feel the guilty one Still trying to make it right So I whisper soft your name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And let it roll around my tongue Knowing you're the only one who knows me You know me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Show me how I should live this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Show me where I should walk I count this world as loss to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You are all I want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You are all I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-2138357327909360157?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/2138357327909360157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=2138357327909360157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/2138357327909360157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/2138357327909360157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/05/faithful.html' title='Faithful'/><author><name>Little Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315492352089937763</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-8452281.post-6473132847593112859</id><published>2007-05-21T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T16:42:00.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nú!!! Isso aqui tá parado!!!!</title><content type='html'>Fala sério pessoas! Como isso aqui anda parado... ao menos a Flower tá dando uma moralzinha para o blog, como sempre... com uma música com uma letra linda, por sinal... tô até procurando para baixar e ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;Então, estou postando só para dar um alô para todas... tem uma cára que não vejo vocês... principalmente a Princess (você ainda está viva??). Saudades!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho uma novidade (talvez não seja novidade para todas, já que as notícias correm...). Em agosto estou indo ("irei", para aqueles que abominam o gerundismo) para a Índia, visitar minha irmã, passar uma temporada de 2 meses. Semana passada eu tava enrolando prá fazer o orçamento da passagem em algumas agências. Ainda tinha uma que eu queria olhar... mas na quarta-feira acordei e pensei: hoje vou comprar minha passagem, lá mesmo (em uma agência que já havia consultado). Quando cheguei lá, o cára falou que era um bom dia para comprar, porque o dólar estava com a menor cotação dos últimos tempos... fala sério!!! Deus é muito bom!! Isso é, como diria a Katie, da série Cris, uma coisa de Deus....rs. Eu não olhei cotação de dólar... nem lembrei disso, prá falar a verdade. Minha amiga que estuda economia disse que nenhum dos professores dela sabem explicar porque o dólar teve essa queda de valor, mas que agora ela tinha entendido... Não creio que Deus moveu todo o mundo da economia por minha causa, mas creio que ele fez coincidir as datas e colocou no meu coração o desejo de comprar na hora certa. É muito maravilhoso ver como Deus se importa conosco e age de maneiras surpreendentes. E eu queria partilhar isso com vocês.&lt;br /&gt;Então é isso!! Um grande abraço para todas.&lt;br /&gt;Paz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-6473132847593112859?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6473132847593112859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=6473132847593112859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6473132847593112859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6473132847593112859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/05/n-isso-aqui-t-parado.html' title='Nú!!! Isso aqui tá parado!!!!'/><author><name>Adriana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2jzZILGA4g/Tr0NFP36gTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VqFFw0acauo/s220/Eu%2Bde%2Bbon%25C3%25A9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-9172422623451228701</id><published>2007-05-07T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T17:14:33.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lest I Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lest I Forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Rebecca St. James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I, I sit in silence here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm filled with wonder once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm overwhelmed by Your beautiful love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Now I, I'm falling to my knees, so grateful for the grace You give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The love I need I've found in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lest I forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;All of Your goodness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The blood You have shed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The cross I now remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lest I forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lord, You wept tears of blood for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You hung in agony so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Carried my sin away for good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Now I, I take this bread and wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Remembering You love divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You walked trough fire to free my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(whispered)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lord, You wept tears of blood for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Carried my sin away for good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Walked through the fire to free my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I sit in silence here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The cross I now remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lest I forget &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/8452281-9172422623451228701?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/9172422623451228701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=9172422623451228701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/9172422623451228701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/9172422623451228701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/05/lest-i-forget.html' title='Lest I Forget'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-6593912889676699196</id><published>2007-04-30T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:32.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Então é outono...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RjZoHqn2P-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/KJDh6GsogYI/s1600-h/Ottawa+Out+2006+%28160%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RjZoHqn2P-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/KJDh6GsogYI/s400/Ottawa+Out+2006+%28160%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059345712307126242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Beautiful, you're beautiful..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&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/8452281-6593912889676699196?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6593912889676699196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=6593912889676699196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6593912889676699196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6593912889676699196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/04/ento-outono.html' title='Então é outono...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RjZoHqn2P-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/KJDh6GsogYI/s72-c/Ottawa+Out+2006+%28160%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-1259509120159386440</id><published>2007-04-18T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:32.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krhbtJAcZi4/RiYUodRRtNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/59Wqbe3_lpE/s1600-h/IMAG0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054750317054375122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krhbtJAcZi4/RiYUodRRtNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/59Wqbe3_lpE/s400/IMAG0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SAUDADES DE TODAS VOCÊS.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-1259509120159386440?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/1259509120159386440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=1259509120159386440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/1259509120159386440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/1259509120159386440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/04/saudades-de-todas-vocs.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Puppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692038265980778181</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/_krhbtJAcZi4/RiYUodRRtNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/59Wqbe3_lpE/s72-c/IMAG0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-2832968809416171797</id><published>2007-04-07T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T18:24:31.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry my cross...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Aproveitando a ocasião, deixo essa canção tão inspirada sobre o sacríficio maior de amor do nosso Salvador por nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;CARRY MY CROSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Third Day (claro!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;As long as I remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Desde que eu me lembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; I’ve been walking through the wilderness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Tenho caminhado pelo deserto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; Praying to the Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Orando ao Pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; And waiting for my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;E esperando pelo meu tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; I’ve come here with a mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Vim aqui com uma missão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; And soon I’ll give my life for this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;E logo darei minha vida por esse mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; I’m praying in the garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Estou orando no jardim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; And I’m looking for a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; E esperando por um milagre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; I find the journey hard but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Achei a jornada pesada mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; It’s the reason I was born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; É a razão porque nasci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; Can this cup be passed on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Pode esse cálice ser passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; Lord, I pray your will be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Senhor, eu oro seja feita a Sua vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; In this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nesse mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; So I’ll carry my cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Então carregarei minha cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; And I’ll carry the shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; E carregarei a vergonha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; To the end of the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Até o fim da estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; Through the struggle and pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Através da agonia e dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; And I’ll do it for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; E farei isso por amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; No, it won’t be in vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Não, não será em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; Yes, I’ll carry my cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Sim, carregarei minha cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; And I’ll carry the shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; E carregarei a vergonha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; I feel like I’m alone here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Sinto como se estivesse sozinho aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; And I’m treated like a criminal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; E estou sendo tratado como um criminoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; The time has come for me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Minha hora chegou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; Even though I’ve done no wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Mesmo eu não tendo feito nada errado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; Father, please forgive them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Pai, por favor perdoe-os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; They know not what they’ve done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Eles não sabem o que fazem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; In this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nesse mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; Three more days and I’ll be coming back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mais três dias e eu estarei de volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; Three more days and I’ll be coming back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mais três dias e eu estarei de volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-2832968809416171797?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/2832968809416171797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=2832968809416171797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/2832968809416171797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/2832968809416171797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/04/carry-my-cross.html' title='Carry my cross...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-5359993423739923870</id><published>2007-04-04T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:32.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JESUS RESSUSCITOU!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/RhPp1Us5o4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/eZXCtkP1cp8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049636709511832450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/RhPp1Us5o4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/eZXCtkP1cp8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/8452281-5359993423739923870?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/5359993423739923870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=5359993423739923870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/5359993423739923870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/5359993423739923870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/04/jesus-ressuscitou.html' title='JESUS RESSUSCITOU!!!'/><author><name>Little Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315492352089937763</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/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/RhPp1Us5o4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/eZXCtkP1cp8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-7612360748610933084</id><published>2007-04-03T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T18:55:41.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Páscoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Não há dúvidas: prefiro mil vezes a Páscoa ao Natal. Primeiro porque o apelo comercial é menor (a despeito das grandes tentações causadas por deliciosos ovos de chocolate). Segundo porque me faz refletir muito mais na obra maravilhosa de Jesus em toda sua vida e, principalmente, "em sua bendita paixão e morte". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Domingo teve uma cantata lá na igreja. Normalmente não sou fã de cantatas, confesso. Mas esta tocou profundamente meu coração, a ponto de eu não conseguir parar de chorar. Pensando na pessoa de Jesus. Em Sua paciência, sabedoria, sofrimento e, sobretudo, em Seu grande amor. A gente acostuma tanto a ouvir falar disso que tudo parece normal... ser cristão às vezes não passa de uma rotina ou cultura... mas a cada dia descubro que há muito mais além disso. Há a presença de um Deus maravilhosos, abençoador, pacificador, amoroso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah, o amor!! Não é por isso que todas ansiamos? E quem melhor do que Ele, Jesus Cristo, para nos ensinar sobre o amor e fazer com que nos sintamos especiais, mesmo em meio a uma multidão de pessoas igualmente amadas por Ele? Quem melhor do que Ele para nos acolher em seus braços repletos de carinho e compaixão? Quem melhor do que Ele para coletar cada lágrima nossa e nos prometer a alegria plena? Quem melhor do que Ele para cumprir cada promessa feita, cada sonho plantado por Ele em nossos corações?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah! Como eu O amo! E como quero amar mais! Isso tudo, simplesmente, porque foi Ele quem me amou primeiro e me atraiu com suas cordas de Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Obrigada, Querido e Amado meu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-7612360748610933084?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7612360748610933084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=7612360748610933084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7612360748610933084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7612360748610933084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/04/pscoa.html' title='Páscoa'/><author><name>Adriana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2jzZILGA4g/Tr0NFP36gTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VqFFw0acauo/s220/Eu%2Bde%2Bbon%25C3%25A9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-6917349511460649343</id><published>2007-03-25T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T11:53:08.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Série Cris</title><content type='html'>Tenho que admitir. Eu amo série Cris!!! Talvez seja este lapso que  me faz ser um pouco Litlle...rs. Mas como eu tenho vontade de conhecer um Ted, às vezes... um cára que ama a Jesus com todo o coração, e que ama a Sua obra, e que me ama também.&lt;br /&gt;O interessante é que nestes últimos livros que li, o foco da minha leitura não foi o Ted. Fiquei impressionada com a maneira simples como o amor e o cuidado de Deus são descritos. E o livro me levou a refletir sobre uma série de questões da minha vida, do meu relacionamento com meu Amado... como eu preciso amá-lo mais, conhecê-lo mais. Mas ainda assim, sinto que me reapaixonei pelo Amado da minha alma. Tava lendo uma conselheira de casais que deu entrevista para as páginas amarelas da Veja, dizendo que a paixão não termina por completo num relacionamento - ela reacende de tempos em tempos. Me senti assim na minha última leitura. Reapaixonada. Impressionada pelo caráter Santo, pela sabedoria, soberania e pelo amor incodicional de Jesus. Ai ai... mas isso são apenas devaneios... como o são todas as minhas postagens, pelo visto!!! Na verdade, nem sei se vocês conhecem a série Cris. A biblioteca dos juvenis da minha igreja, agora, tem uma coleção completa... bênção de Deus...rs. Fiquei muito feliz com essa nova conquista... parte da coleção é minha doação, parte angariei junto ao pastor, que para minha supresa, aceitou sem pestanejar investir dinheiro da igreja para a compra, embora nunca tenha ouvido falar da série.&lt;br /&gt;Mas então... fazia tempo que não postava aqui!!! Obrigada mais uma vez, Flower, pelo suporte técnico gratuito.&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus abençoe a vida de todas vocês, endireite seus caminhos e lhes dê a paz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-6917349511460649343?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6917349511460649343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=6917349511460649343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6917349511460649343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6917349511460649343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/03/srie-cris.html' title='Série Cris'/><author><name>Adriana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2jzZILGA4g/Tr0NFP36gTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VqFFw0acauo/s220/Eu%2Bde%2Bbon%25C3%25A9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-3447146154424730287</id><published>2007-03-19T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:33.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music &amp; lyrics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Rf82da2OFnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sTS9nWSdaBo/s1600-h/musiclyrics_407249_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043809986729088626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Rf82da2OFnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sTS9nWSdaBo/s200/musiclyrics_407249_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Way back into love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Music and Lyrics) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need them again someday&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be something for my soul somewhere &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just to get me throught the night&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;Not just another negotiation &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And if I open my heart to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And if you help me to start again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-8314417387237115"; google_ad_width = 200; google_ad_height = 90; google_ad_format = "200x90_0ads_al"; google_ad_channel = ""; google_color_border = "FFFFFF"; google_color_bg = "FFFFFF"; google_color_link = "0000FF"; google_color_text = "000000"; google_color_url = "008000"; //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-3447146154424730287?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/3447146154424730287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=3447146154424730287' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/3447146154424730287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/3447146154424730287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/03/music-lyrics.html' title='Music &amp; lyrics...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Rf82da2OFnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sTS9nWSdaBo/s72-c/musiclyrics_407249_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-6187259995104327676</id><published>2007-02-27T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:54:04.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada demais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Olá, littles queridas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem muito tempo que não escrevo algo pessoal fora das músicas, frases e outros textos que atingem minha subjetividade, mas não partem dela, não é mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;Pois hoje eu quero escrever algo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NADA COMO REVER OS LUGARES QUE AMAMOS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai ai... estive no campus onde passei quase 4 anos da minha existência essa tarde!&lt;br /&gt;Quantas lembranças! Quanta saudade!&lt;br /&gt;Sim, estou realmente nostálgica essa semana... mas uma nostalgia boa! Uma nostalgia de seguir em frente, de experimentar novos desafios, de progredir... glória a Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Agora acho que não preciso mais olhar pra trás e me sentir triste por ter perdido aquilo e não alcançado mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;Os caminhos de Deus são perfeitos!&lt;br /&gt;E pra mim, frequentar e viver (porque a gente constrói uma vida realmente lá, naquele universo à parte) naquele lugar mais "outono" dessa cidade foi uma benção inesquecível!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Cause all i want is to be in the light"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-6187259995104327676?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6187259995104327676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=6187259995104327676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6187259995104327676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6187259995104327676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/02/nada-demais.html' title='Nada demais...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-1285815350843330804</id><published>2007-02-25T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:33.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory to the Lord on high!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/ReIeUNDIPUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JYmmDbeZ7rk/s1600-h/200475798-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/ReIeUNDIPUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JYmmDbeZ7rk/s200/200475798-004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035620665802636610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Let us pray, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;let us pray, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Everywhere in every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Every moment of the day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It is the right time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;For the Father above, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He is listening with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And He wants to answer us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So let us pray"!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&gt;&gt; Steven Curtis Chapman, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Let us pray&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/8452281-1285815350843330804?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/1285815350843330804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=1285815350843330804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/1285815350843330804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/1285815350843330804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/02/glory-to-lord-on-high.html' title='Glory to the Lord on high!!!'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/ReIeUNDIPUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JYmmDbeZ7rk/s72-c/200475798-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-3100113046009251279</id><published>2007-02-24T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:33.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krhbtJAcZi4/ReB5hk0pQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/OAAeU_KEgYo/s1600-h/Amilia+taylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035158001127342962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krhbtJAcZi4/ReB5hk0pQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/OAAeU_KEgYo/s400/Amilia+taylor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   A sobrevivência de Amilia foi considerada um "milagre" pelos médicos do hospital, a menina bateu o recorde mundial nesta categoria, após um período de gestação menor que 23 semanas. "Ela é na verdade um bebê milagroso".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Deus é lindo demais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Obrigada Deus pela vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-3100113046009251279?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/3100113046009251279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=3100113046009251279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/3100113046009251279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/3100113046009251279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/02/sobrevivncia-de-amilia-foi-considerada.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Puppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692038265980778181</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/_krhbtJAcZi4/ReB5hk0pQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/OAAeU_KEgYo/s72-c/Amilia+taylor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-4238154303770953559</id><published>2007-02-23T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:33.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graça regeneradora...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/Rd7LuAA4asI/AAAAAAAAAAM/unhYptlJlOs/s1600-h/61914_4142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034685424584911554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/Rd7LuAA4asI/AAAAAAAAAAM/unhYptlJlOs/s320/61914_4142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-4238154303770953559?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/4238154303770953559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=4238154303770953559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/4238154303770953559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/4238154303770953559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/02/graa-regeneradora.html' title='Graça regeneradora...'/><author><name>Little Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315492352089937763</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/_U2fZ5uAJ9us/Rd7LuAA4asI/AAAAAAAAAAM/unhYptlJlOs/s72-c/61914_4142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-7665384875926492953</id><published>2007-02-14T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:33.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krhbtJAcZi4/RdNDk00pQ2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/twOds_Z-rtI/s1600-h/amigas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031439508636779362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krhbtJAcZi4/RdNDk00pQ2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/twOds_Z-rtI/s400/amigas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Enfim......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Consegui!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Estou aki.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;IUPIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Estou de volta entre as Littles! Mas acima de tudo estou de volta para os braços do PAI!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Amo vocês todas!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bjoks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-7665384875926492953?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7665384875926492953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=7665384875926492953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7665384875926492953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7665384875926492953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/02/enfim.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Puppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692038265980778181</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/_krhbtJAcZi4/RdNDk00pQ2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/twOds_Z-rtI/s72-c/amigas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-6407677574389915367</id><published>2007-02-14T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:33.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Por pouco não passava batido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RdMlerFfYvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nf_fpxIDQws/s1600-h/6777.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RdMlerFfYvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nf_fpxIDQws/s400/6777.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031406417595032306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-6407677574389915367?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6407677574389915367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=6407677574389915367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6407677574389915367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/6407677574389915367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/02/por-pouco-no-passava-batido.html' title='Por pouco não passava batido...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/RdMlerFfYvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nf_fpxIDQws/s72-c/6777.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-821654994249221431</id><published>2007-02-12T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T08:10:42.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tava "fuçando" nas definições do nosso blog e, qdo fui para a página, os nomes de vcs tinham sumido de lá!!!!!!!!! Não sei pq!!!!!!!! Mas espero descobrir logo!!!!!!!!!! Ou que eles reapareçam logo!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kisses! :-| &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-821654994249221431?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/821654994249221431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=821654994249221431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/821654994249221431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/821654994249221431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/02/oops.html' title='Oops...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-7111468353208875728</id><published>2007-02-05T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T03:49:16.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Essa é das antigas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oi, meninas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;De repente me bateu uma saudade dessa música... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;E cm isso aqui tá meio parado msm... why not? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEAVEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh - thinkin' about all our younger years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was only you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We  were young and wild and free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now nothin' can take you away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We been down that road before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But  that's over now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You keep me comin' back for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby you're all that I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you're lyin' here in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm findin'  it hard to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And love is all that I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I  found it there in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It isn't too hard to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh - once in your life you find someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who will turn your world  around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bring you up when you're feelin' down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ya - nothin' could change what you mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh there's lots that I could  say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But just hold me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cause our love will light the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;N' baby you're all that I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you're lyin' here in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm  findin' it hard to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And love is all that I  need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I found it there in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It isn't too hard to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're  in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been waitin' for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For something to arrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For love to come  along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now our dreams are comin' true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Through the good times and the bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ya -  I'll be standin' there by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bryan Adams&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/8452281-7111468353208875728?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7111468353208875728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=7111468353208875728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7111468353208875728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/7111468353208875728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/02/essa-das-antigas.html' title='Essa é das antigas...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-116812210361239141</id><published>2007-01-06T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T14:21:43.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1200/574/1600/828757/lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1200/574/320/418339/lake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Don't worry, Kate. We'll be together in time. Even if we're far apart, i'll find a way to be close to you and take care of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Não se preocupe, Kate. Nós estaremos juntos na hora certa. Mesmo que estejamos longe, eu encontrarei um jeito de estar perto de você e cuidar de você. &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/8452281-116812210361239141?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/116812210361239141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=116812210361239141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/116812210361239141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/116812210361239141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2007/01/time.html' title='Time...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-116803807692996737</id><published>2007-01-05T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:01:16.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life, my love, my all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i, gente!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Essa música é de um cantor que eu amo!!! kirk Franklin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E ela é uma das minhas músicas prediletas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Resolvi postar para inspirá-las a consagrar a vida de vocês ao Senhor a cada dia mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My hands were made to worship You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Minhas mãos foram feitas para te adorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My heart, my king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;meu coração, meu Rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;It beats for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;bate por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh Lamb so true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh cordeiro tão real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I surrender to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;eu te entrego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My life (I give you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Minha vida(eu te dou)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My love(I give you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Meu amor(eu te dou)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Meu tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Your touch, Yuor kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Seu toque, seu beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yuor grace to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sua graça para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Is deeper than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;É profunda que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My soul can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Minha alma pode ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My purpose it changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;meu propósito mudou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;when I cried out yuor name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Quando bradei Seu nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I surrender to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;eu te entrego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My life(I give you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Minha vida( eu te dou)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My love(I give you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Meu amor(eu te dou)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Meu tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My past has been erased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Meu passado foi apagado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;whit just one touch from You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;com apenas um toque seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My clouds my rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Minha nuvem minha chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My pain has changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Minha dor mudaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Your blood has made me new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Seu sangre me fez novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh Lamb so true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh cordeiro tão real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I surrender to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;eu entrego a Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My life(I give you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Minha vida(eu te dou)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My love(I give you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Meu amor(eu te dou)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Meu tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And When this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;E quando este mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Has come to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;vier a acabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and paradise whit you begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;e no paraíso contigo estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;well done you'll say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Bem, tu dirás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;when I see yuor face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Quando eu vir a tua face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My life(I give you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Minha vida(eu te dou)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My love(I give you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Meu amor( eu te dou)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Meu tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br 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Elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114734187103419713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60hL_DiMM8s/S7xp2XVDStI/AAAAAAAAALU/5Xh4aoS3XOY/S220/DSC00380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-116751647164101170</id><published>2006-12-30T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T17:54:31.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A real life fairytale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1200/574/1600/367124/IMG_9637-fireworks-in-lake-oswego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1200/574/200/988314/IMG_9637-fireworks-in-lake-oswego.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Já que é final de ano... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Uma música para encerrá-lo e abrir o novo ano que vem aí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pode ser uma meta, um sonho, uma realidade, um desejo, uma esperança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Real Life Fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Plumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You ran around inside my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;você correu em volta dentro da minha cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you passed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;quando você desmaiou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I felt dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;eu me senti morta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I realized you make me live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e eu percebi que você me faz viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when my world starts to cave in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e quando meu mundo começa a desabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You jump inside and take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;você pula dentro dele e pega minha mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No matter where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;não importa aonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;você está lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will I ever see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;eu verei algum dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What you could see in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;o que você pôde ver em mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do, I just believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;eu vejo, eu apenas creio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That we will always be and dream, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;que nós sempre estaremos juntos e sonharemos, sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I will never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;bem, eu nunca serei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sign that we must see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;o sinal que devemos ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That you and me were meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;que você e eu fomos feitos para estarmos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So just believe why we are together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;então apenas creia porque nós estamos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are my light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;você é minha luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are my star,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;você é minha estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are my sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;você é meu sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And my dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e minha escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are the everything I dreamed about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;você é tudo com que eu sonhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are the guy who stole my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;você é o garoto que roubou meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am the girl you're always smiling for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;eu sou a garota pra quem você está sempre sorrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have a love people dream about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;nós temos um amor com que as pessoas sonham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A real life fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;um conto de fadas da vida real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought that I would be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;eu pensei que estaria sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You caught my eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;você chamou minha atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I was home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e eu estava em casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I realized that this was love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e entendi que era amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I see the world through different eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;eu vejo o mundo por olhos diferentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I look at you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;eu olho pra você ao meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No matter where, you're always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;não importa aonde, você está sempre lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will I ever see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;eu verei algum dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What you could see in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;o que você pôde ver em mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do, I just believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;eu vejo, eu apenas creio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That we will always be and dream, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;que nós sempre estaremos juntos e sonharemos, sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I will never be the side that you will see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;bem, eu nunca serei o lado que você verá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That you and me were meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;que você e eu fomos feitos para estarmos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So just believe why we are together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;então, apenas creia porque nós estamos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are my light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;você é minha luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are my star,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;você é minha estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are my sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;você é meu sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And my dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e minha escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are the everything I dreamed about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;você é tudo com que eu sonhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are the guy who stole my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;você é o garoto que roubou meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am the girl you're always smiling for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;eu sou a garota pra quem você está sempre sorrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have a love people dream about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;nós temos um amor com que as pessoas sonham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dream with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sonhe comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Make me believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that this is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;me faça acreditar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;que isso é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A real life fairytale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;um conto de fadas da vida real!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are my light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;você é a minha luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are my star,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;você é minha estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are my sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;você é meu sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And my dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e minha escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are the everything I dreamed about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;você é tudo com que eu sonhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are the guy who stole my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;você é o garoto que roubou meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am the girl you're always smiling for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;eu sou a garota pra quem você está sempre sorrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have a love people dream about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;nós temos um amor com que as pessoas sonham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A real life fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;um conto de fadas da vida real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A real life fairtytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;um conto de fadas da vida real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A real life fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;um conto de fadas da vida real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-116751647164101170?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/116751647164101170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=116751647164101170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/116751647164101170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/116751647164101170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2006/12/real-life-fairytale.html' title='A real life fairytale...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-116640340603208148</id><published>2006-12-17T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T16:56:46.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto nada Litlle...rs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6477/1185/1600/507569/I%20Mineir??o"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6477/1185/320/I%20Mineir%3F%3Fo%20-%202006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente, "roubei" a foto do Saulo, e como me diverti no Encontro, resolvi postar...&lt;br /&gt;Nada Little... será???&lt;br /&gt;Abraços!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-116640340603208148?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/116640340603208148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=116640340603208148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/116640340603208148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/116640340603208148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2006/12/foto-nada-litllers.html' title='Foto nada Litlle...rs'/><author><name>Adriana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2jzZILGA4g/Tr0NFP36gTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VqFFw0acauo/s220/Eu%2Bde%2Bbon%25C3%25A9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-116498340102510135</id><published>2006-12-01T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T06:30:01.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1200/574/1600/736403/200450532-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1200/574/400/800461/200450532-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-116498340102510135?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/116498340102510135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=116498340102510135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/116498340102510135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/116498340102510135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2006/12/have-yourself-merry-little-christmas.html' title='Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-116406715555029690</id><published>2006-11-20T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T15:59:15.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ando ruim para títulos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que bom te ver (ao menos por aqui), Just Little!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Confesso que, à medida que ia lendo seu post, a saudade só ia aumentando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E mais ainda, pq parece que alguns meses atrás, a vida era mais fácil... e mais leve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas como a Star costuma dizer, ou reclamar, tlz seja a gente que complique a vida mais do que ela já é mesmo... vai saber... por hora não posso confirmar nem desmentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queria dizer tb q pra mim ficou claro q vc está feliz com Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E esse Mochilão, hein? Até babei aqui... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem sabe né... até lá, mta coisa pode acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Espero do fundo do meu coração que consigamos nos reunir ainda este ano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kisses pra vcs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"In Christ alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I place my trust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And find my glory in the power of the cross &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In every victory let it be said of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My source of strength, my source of hope is Christ alone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-116406715555029690?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/116406715555029690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=116406715555029690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/116406715555029690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/116406715555029690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2006/11/ando-ruim-para-ttulos.html' title='Ando ruim para títulos...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-116363938182881093</id><published>2006-11-15T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:09:41.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Às moscas???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Como podemos deixar este blog às moscas??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Absurdo né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Absurdo não termos tempo para os amigos, para o lazer, para o estudo, para o trabalho, para a vida devocional... afinal de contas, temos tempo prá quê?? Acho que estamos deixando que nosso tempo seja roubado e, na expectativa de vivermos no futuro, apenas suportamos o presente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Mas ô filosofia héin?!! Logo hoje, que estou feliz! Estou planejando, para o ano que vem, uma viajem "Mochilão" até o Chile, com minha prima. Alguém se candidata?? Me formarei no meio do ano que vem, e, apesar de todas as incertezas futuras, me presentearei com esta viajem, se Deus assim permitir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Mas aqui, como andam todos vocês?? Faz um tempão que não encontro vocês. E quando encontro, é a conta de dizer "oi" e "tchau". Vocês vão ao Mineirão? Seria uma boa oportunidade de nos encontrarmos, o que acham?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Queria que vocês soubesse que, apesar de toda esta minha confusão mental refletida nos parágrafos anteriores, rs, estou bem, feliz com Jesus! Ele é a nossa paz, nossa alegria, nossa segurança, nosso conforto, nossa esperança! Já aproveitando a proximidade do Natal, faço votos de que todas nós possamos experimentar a cada dia da presença maravilhosa do Espírito Santo, nos transformando diariamente, de glória em glória, mesmo na simplicidade e aparente monotonia cotidianas. Que a graça, a misericóridia e a paz do nosso maravilhoso Senhor Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;nos acompanhem hoje e sempre, amém!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Um abraço a todas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-116363938182881093?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/116363938182881093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=116363938182881093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/116363938182881093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/116363938182881093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2006/11/s-moscas.html' title='Às moscas???'/><author><name>Adriana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2jzZILGA4g/Tr0NFP36gTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VqFFw0acauo/s220/Eu%2Bde%2Bbon%25C3%25A9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-116313394842928997</id><published>2006-11-09T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T20:45:48.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Fala sério.........&lt;br /&gt;fim de ano é mesmo uma época corrida para as Littles, hein?&lt;br /&gt;Especialmente pq sempre tem gente se formando...&lt;br /&gt;Este blog está às moscas!!!&lt;br /&gt;E o pior é que nem sei/tenho o que postar...&lt;br /&gt;Então, por hora deixa apenas eu dizer que estou morreeeeendo de saudade de todas vcs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos kisses e&lt;br /&gt;que Deus continue abençoando vcs nessa época tão corrida, Littles queridas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: uma frase, pelo menos, não poderia faltar, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Close your eyes, make a wish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this could last forever..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-116313394842928997?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/116313394842928997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=116313394842928997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/116313394842928997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/116313394842928997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-116026851313296068</id><published>2006-10-07T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T17:48:33.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In my place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1200/574/1600/melanc%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1200/574/320/melanc%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom, antes de postar essa música maravilhosa, tenho que ressaltar cm é bom ver vcs ativas aqui no blog! heheh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É uma pena não ser possível postar aqui tb os sons, né? Pq as letras das músicas são lindas, mas com a melodia... fica ainda melhor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kisses pra vcs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: precisamos reunir o clã, hein?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN MY PLACE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my place, in my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Were lines that I couldn't changeI was lost, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was lost, I was lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crossed lines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I shouldn't have crossed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was lost, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, how long must you wait for him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, how long must you pay for him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, how long must you wait for him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was scared, I was scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tired and underprepared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I wait for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you go, if you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leave me down here on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I wait for you, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, how long must you wait for him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, how long must you pay for him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, how long must you wait for him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For him, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sing it please, please, please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come back and sing to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To me, me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come on and sing it out, now, now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come on and sing it out, to me, me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come back and sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my place, in my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Were lines that I couldn't change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was lost, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[Coldplay]&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/8452281-116026851313296068?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/116026851313296068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=116026851313296068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/116026851313296068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/116026851313296068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-my-place.html' title='In my place'/><author><name>Little Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4WeUWZuj5Y/Svyv3YiZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0l6V-cLCjlY/S220/buenosaires+(116).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452281.post-115843401728294433</id><published>2006-09-16T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T12:13:37.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consegui!</title><content type='html'>Olá Litlles!&lt;br /&gt;Após um tempo frustrada por não conseguir postar, eu finalmente relembrei meu usuário...rs&lt;br /&gt;Agora vou poupar trabalho prá você, Flower! De qualquer forma, valeu pelas tentativas de ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;Bem... nem sem o que dizer. Não tenho nenhum poema, ou música... ainda que o novo CD do Jars of Clay esteja cheio de boas músicas! Ando numa correria adoidada... vendo se consigo formar, e esperando direção de Deus para meu futuro. No mais, apesar de lutas, dúvidas, cansaço, amo o Senhor que me guarda, me dá alegria, paz e supre todas a minhas necessidades. A vida só vale à pena por causa dele, e creio que é também por causa dele que estamos aqui neste blog, né?&lt;br /&gt;Espero que Deus encha vocês de sonhos e de esperança!&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço!&lt;br /&gt;Just Litlle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452281-115843401728294433?l=aslittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/feeds/115843401728294433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452281&amp;postID=115843401728294433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/115843401728294433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452281/posts/default/115843401728294433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aslittles.blogspot.com/2006/09/consegui.html' title='Consegui!'/><author><name>Adriana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2jzZILGA4g/Tr0NFP36gTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VqFFw0acauo/s220/Eu%2Bde%2Bbon%25C3%25A9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
