<?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-3701444</id><updated>2011-06-17T16:38:06.565-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um novo caminho a seguir.</title><subtitle type='html'>Acredito que existe uma grande diferença entre viver e estar vivo, muitas vezes esquecemos qual é essa diferença e nos acostumamos em viver sem sentir o verdadeiro sabor de estar vivo...
Esse novo caminho é subjetivo, doce e irreverente e vale a pena vivê-lo, ele tem a ver com uma busca , em nossa essência incorruptivel, por um mundo mais belo e pleno...
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>323</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701444.post-109038393951234234</id><published>2004-07-21T01:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T01:25:39.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FELICIDADE (Kelen Fernandes)Percebo hoje, após muitos altos e baixos, que tudo nessa vida passa, a alegria passa, a dor passa, o medo passa, o tempo passa...e o mais incrível de tudo é perceber que, a certa altura da vida, a gente perde o medo de sofrer...Mas, em contrapartida, o tempo nos dá aquela sensação de urgência...como se dissesse: "- O seu tempo está esgotando"...Como se o tempo que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/109038393951234234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HORARIO DE ALMOCO NA INTERNET!!Descobri um regime bacana...Ao inves de ir pra casa almocar, gastei meu horario de almoco, acessando a Net de um siber...Fiquei com preguica de ir pra casa...e aproveitei pra imprimir curriculum, visitar uns sites de empresas...Enquanto descanso, vou encaminhando meus projetos...Hoje acordei hiperativa...depois de um banho gelado, logo pela manha (pois o meu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/108299350652757353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=108299350652757353' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/108299350652757353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/108299350652757353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/04/horario-de-almoco-na-internet-descobri.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-108256854873297760</id><published>2004-04-21T14:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T14:33:08.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ESSA É MINHA HOMENAGEM AO DIA 19 DE ABRIL...(Antigamente, todo dia era Dia de Índio...)Um Índio(Caetano Veloso)Um índio descerá de uma estrela colorida brilhante De uma estrela que virá numa velocidade estonteante E pousará no coração da América nem claro instanteDepois de exterminada a última nação indígena E o espírito dos pássaros, das fontes, de água límpida Mais avançado que a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/108256854873297760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=108256854873297760' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/108256854873297760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/108256854873297760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/04/essa-minha-homenagem-ao-dia-19-de.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/108256578743258350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/04/meus-filhotes-nem-parece.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-108111079327649061</id><published>2004-04-04T17:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T17:36:50.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Paixão de Cristo!!Assisti esse filme e quase morri de tanto chorar...Só posso dizer uma coisa: ninguém consegue sair desse filme indiferente...Sou suspeita porque sou apaixonada por Jesus Cristo...Acho que o filme veio numa bela hora...Tempo de reflexão...viver com Deus é bem melhor!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/108111079327649061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=108111079327649061' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/108111079327649061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/108111079327649061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/04/paixo-de-cristo-assisti-esse-filme-e.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-108110944605546113</id><published>2004-04-04T17:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T17:14:23.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A boca fala, daquilo que está cheio o coração!!!Então é melhor cuidar do coraçãozinho...Nada de mágoas, rancores, tristezas...Olhar pra adiante e ver...que tudo, tudo, tudo pode ser melhor do que parece!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/108110944605546113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=108110944605546113' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/108110944605546113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/108110944605546113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/04/boca-fala-daquilo-que-est-cheio-o.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-108110864098152139</id><published>2004-04-04T16:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T17:00:57.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que delicia de final de semana!!!!Fazia tempo que não dormia tão tarde!!!!Na sexta fui ao Show do Jota Quest...na Adler...Putz que lotado!!! Tinha umas seis mil pessoas...lugar lotadézimo!!!Mas estava muito bom!!!Eu adorei!!Ontem foi o níver da Anne...maior churrascão!!!Com direito ao som ao vivo do Skilo, até as três da matina!!!O único problema foi a prova de Inglês do sábado de manhã.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/108110864098152139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=108110864098152139' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/108110864098152139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/108110864098152139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/04/que-delicia-de-final-de-semana-fazia.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-108090912206391224</id><published>2004-04-02T09:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T09:36:29.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje é feriado!!Quer dia melhor, do que feriado na sexta???Carpe Diem!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/108090912206391224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=108090912206391224' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/108090912206391224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/108090912206391224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/04/hoje-feriado-quer-dia-melhor-do-que.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-108090906818027993</id><published>2004-04-02T09:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T09:34:42.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Essa não é mais uma carta de amor São pensamentos soltos traduzidos em palavras Pra que você possa entender O que eu também não entendo Amar não é ter que ter sempre certeza É aceitar que ninguém é perfeito pra ninguém É poder ser você mesmo e não precisar fingirÉ tentar esquecer e não conseguir fugir, fugir Já pensei em te largar Já olhei tantas vezes pro lado Mas quando penso em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/108090906818027993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=108090906818027993' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/108090906818027993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/108090906818027993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/04/essa-no-mais-uma-carta-de-amor-so.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-108050172804227842</id><published>2004-03-28T16:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T16:30:22.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Espero que todos tenham uma linda Semana!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/108050172804227842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=108050172804227842' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/108050172804227842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/108050172804227842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/03/espero-que-todos-tenham-uma-linda.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-108050101961534484</id><published>2004-03-28T16:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T16:13:47.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Olha que coisa mais linda!!!!!Parece com a minha Má!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701444.post-108050082999834141</id><published>2004-03-28T16:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T16:10:38.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Óóóóle meu Nêgo...Pega lá uma água di côco...E se ajunta aqui pértinho, cumigo na rede!!!!(leia-se com sotaque baiano!!)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/108050082999834141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=108050082999834141' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/108050082999834141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/108050082999834141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/03/le-meu-ngo.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-108050072771681690</id><published>2004-03-28T16:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T16:08:58.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Energia!!!!!!Hoje estou assim...Sentindo uma felicidade ímpar!!!!Sabe quando a gente sente que tudo já começou a dar certo??Queria contar pra vocês...naveguei pela net procurando uma música, uma foto que mostrasse bem esse meu momento, mas desisti...Está sendo algo muito singelo, sabe, um... "sei que tudo vai dar certo, e só?"Pois bem...Tudo vai dar certo!!!!Não tem preocupação de nada.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/108050072771681690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=108050072771681690' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/108050072771681690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/108050072771681690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/03/energia-hoje-estou-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-108048483192404843</id><published>2004-03-28T11:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T11:43:59.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CantarÉ mover o domDo fundo de uma paixãoSeduzirAs pedras, catedrais, coraçãoAmarÉ perder o tomNas contas da ilusãoRevelarTodo sentidoVou andar, vou voarPra ver o mundoNem que eu bebesse o marEncheria o que eu tenho de fundo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/108048483192404843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=108048483192404843' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/108048483192404843'/><link 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roupa quando seca no varalLuz do sol quando cai no cristalFaz o luar brilharE o coração vazioVoa vadioFeito uma pipa no ar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107922389125106468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107922389125106468' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107922389125106468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107922389125106468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/03/quem-tem-viola-quem-tem-viola-pra-se.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107883891885095563</id><published>2004-03-09T10:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T10:31:41.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>08 DE MARÇOFoi ontem......Meu níver!!!Em plena segunda-feira...mas eu comemorei pra valer!!!Tive até direito à um Petit Gateau, na casa da minha amiga Thaís...cantamos parabéns e tudo!!Foi muito bom passar mais um ano de vida ao lado dessas pessoas, tão maravilhosas que me querem bem e me fizeram muito feliz...Tive mil telefonemas, ganhei flores, bilhetes e presentes!!!Mas o maior </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107883891885095563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107883891885095563' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107883891885095563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107883891885095563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/03/08-de-maro-foi-ontem.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107859836957304389</id><published>2004-03-06T15:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T15:44:39.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A segunda novidade, foi meu aniversário...Resolvi, assim de repente reunir meus amigos no Woolly Bully...então comecei uma lista de quem eu gostaria de ver...(fiz ontem, pois meu níver é só segunda!!)...a "pequena" lista, beirou às 80 pessoas....fui lá...fui ligando...chamando...Então ontem nós fomos ao Bar...e não é que vieram umas 50 pessoas?Mas, assim...cincoenta pessoas especiais!!! Eu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107859836957304389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107859836957304389' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107859836957304389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107859836957304389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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queridos Sombras...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107859800330828349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107859800330828349' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107859800330828349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107859800330828349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/03/muitas-novidades.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107810435317227087</id><published>2004-02-29T22:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T22:30:08.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aiiiiii....Tá chegando o meu níver!!!!!É no dia 08/03 - Dia Internacional da Mulher - Segunda que vem...Sabe, adoro meu Aniversário, acho que é um dia lindo, cheio de bons fluidos!!!!Dizem que depois de certa idade é bobagem comemorar, mas eu não concordo, adoro acordar no dia 08 de Março, abro o olho e....upa!!! É meu dia!!!Confesso que, quando vai chegando o fim do dia, dá uma sensação de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107810435317227087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107810435317227087' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107810435317227087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107810435317227087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/02/aiiiiii.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107810399280404299</id><published>2004-02-29T22:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T22:22:44.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Embaçados são os caminhosquando não há inspiração,em peixes deságuaa força da emoção.Com arte, fé e devoçãotudo constrói-se plural,indistinção do amorque funde-se universal.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107810399280404299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107810399280404299' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107810399280404299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107810399280404299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/02/embaados-so-os-caminhos-quando-no-h.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107808396844654957</id><published>2004-02-29T16:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T16:50:39.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Novidade...Fiz um outro bloguinho, na verdade, ele já existia, mas mudei o Template e ainda estou fazendo as programações, atualizações...Tá meio em construção ainda, mas vão anotando o endereço: OCEANO</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107808396844654957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107808396844654957' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107808396844654957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107808396844654957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/02/novidade.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107808325923810415</id><published>2004-02-29T16:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T16:37:10.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CADA UM DO SEU JEITO... Ai, eu quero, quero tanto Que você me aceite do jeito que eu sou Muito inibido, recatado, tímido Puro de amor Ai, eu quero, quero tanto Que você me aceite do jeito que eu sou Arrebatado, atirado, rápido Sem pudor Sempre nessa vida solta Fazendo a gente se chegar Ao encontro natural Muito bom de se ficar Ai, eu quero, quero tanto Que você me aceite do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107808325923810415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107808325923810415' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107808325923810415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107808325923810415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/02/cada-um-do-seu-jeito.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107767668071333605</id><published>2004-02-24T23:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T23:40:45.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Carnaval é tempo de...muita agitação...?Pra mim não!!!Aproveitei pra curtir o meu fofinho!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107767668071333605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107767668071333605' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107767668071333605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107767668071333605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/02/carnaval-tempo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107685446306126256</id><published>2004-02-15T11:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T11:16:55.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inferno Astral...Dizem, eu disse: dizem, que antes do níver tem um período de Inferno Astral, não sei se acredito, porém, se o Inferno Astral for proporcional à Felicidade na data do níver, estou bem na fita!!Tudo tem acontecido esses dias, TPM, gente invejosa e intrigueira, tudo pra ajudar...Ando querendo mudar pra Geriquaquara, só pra ficar longe dessa gente maldosa!!!Mas, apesar de tudo, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107685446306126256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107685446306126256' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107685446306126256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107685446306126256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/02/inferno-astral.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107580193767659576</id><published>2004-02-03T06:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T06:55:04.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Está chegando o meu níver!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107580193767659576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107580193767659576' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107580193767659576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107580193767659576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/02/est-chegando-o-meu-nver.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107580116188219187</id><published>2004-02-03T06:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T06:42:36.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As prioridades...Engraçado como as prioridades mudam, de acordo com a perspectiva de cada pessoa...Ontem, assistindo ao noticiário vi São Paulo, a sede da Fashion Week, sendo castigada pela enchente...lado a lado, pessoas fúteis diziam da importância da moda para um povo, que a poucos metros tinha suas casas inundadas, toda uma vida de trabalho perdidos...Detesto futilidade!!!Não entendo as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107580116188219187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107580116188219187' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107580116188219187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107580116188219187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/02/as-prioridades.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107525967939414495</id><published>2004-01-28T00:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T00:16:47.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Gente...chupei essa foto do blog do Yoshi...e foi com um só intuito, o de expressar o meu desprezo por pessoas que se julgam superiores aos outros...seja porque têm mais dinheiro, ou status, ou poder, ou seja lá o que for...Não quero generalizar uma raça, pois aqui pertinho de mim existem várias pessoas assim...mas desprezo profundamente todas essas pessoas que tem esse tipo de atitude!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107525967939414495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107525967939414495' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107525967939414495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107525967939414495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/01/gente.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107525842575911923</id><published>2004-01-27T23:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T23:55:53.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fiquei dez dias em Ubatuba...nunca pensei que fosse dizer isso, mas até enjoei...tinha dia que batia um pensamento...que vou fazer? Andar na praia? Nadar? Tomar sol? Ô vida chata...risosMas valeu a beça...voltei linda, leve...e feliz!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107525842575911923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107525842575911923' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107525842575911923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107525842575911923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/01/fiquei-dez-dias-em-ubatuba.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107387767486281526</id><published>2004-01-12T00:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T00:52:23.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Demora muito pra chegar a sexta-feira?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107387767486281526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107387767486281526' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107387767486281526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107387767486281526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/01/demora-muito-pra-chegar-sexta-feira.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107387618967127730</id><published>2004-01-11T23:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T23:58:16.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O grande barato da vida......é viver...rir, chorar, trabalhar, estudar...falar, calar, fazer dieta, correr...engordar...chegar atrasada, estacionar em lugar proibido, amargar uma multa...ir pra praia, tomar chuva, ficar ardendo, de olhão vermelho...amar, querer bem, brigar, fazer bico!!andar descalço, fazer amigos, falar bobagens....rir de novo!!chorar...pra variar...ver um filme no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107387618967127730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107387618967127730' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107387618967127730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107387618967127730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/01/o-grande-barato-da-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107314752477667985</id><published>2004-01-03T13:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T13:33:40.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PAZ...AMOR...SAÚDE...OPORTUNIDADE...É só isso que eu desejo pra todos vocês!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107314752477667985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107314752477667985' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107314752477667985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107314752477667985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2004/01/paz.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107279363265617711</id><published>2003-12-30T11:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T11:15:23.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UBATUBA CONTINUA LINDA...Após repetidos anos viajando pra Maranduba, Guarujá, Santos, etc., havia me esquecido do que me encantava em Ubatuba!!!Ubatuba é um estilo de vida...é faceira, é solta!!Fiquei no centrão, alí pertinho da muvuca...e quanta energia super-positiva eu assimilei!!Acho aquele lugar mágico, a minha cara...Subi mas pedras da Vermelha do Norte e me lembrei que amo o Mar...</summary><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701444.post-107218545525174020</id><published>2003-12-23T10:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T10:18:56.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A todos os meus leitores e amigos queria desejar um FELIZ NATAL...Que não se esqueçam que comemoramos o nascimento de Jesus Cristo...Que foi e é a luz do mundo!!!O Natal não é um momento material, físico...É algo mais subjetivo...é o momento de crer naquilo que não se vê!Se quiser crer no Natal...creia que Jesus nasceu...Pois se vc não crer nisso...o Natal é só muita comida e presentes...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107218545525174020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107218545525174020' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107218545525174020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107218545525174020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/12/todos-os-meus-leitores-e-amigos-queria.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107218396412344268</id><published>2003-12-23T09:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T09:55:12.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ai, ai, ai...que delícia!!!!Olha aí pra onde vou!!!Depois do Natal tô indo, com meu gatinho...Mas já estou feliz por antecipação!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107218396412344268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107218396412344268' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107218396412344268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107218396412344268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/12/ai-ai-ai.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107196895090819654</id><published>2003-12-20T22:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T22:10:28.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quando não houver saída			Quando não houver mais soluçãoAinda há de haver saídaNenhuma idéia vale uma vida 	Quando não houver esperançaQuando não restar nem ilusãoAinda há de haver esperançaEm cada um de nós, algo de uma criançaEnquanto houver sol, enquanto houver solAinda haverá       Enquanto houver sol, enquanto houver sol</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107196895090819654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107196895090819654' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107196895090819654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107196895090819654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/12/quando-no-houver-sada-quando-no-houver.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107196854012693272</id><published>2003-12-20T22:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T22:03:38.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Claro que é...Por que o Sol saiuPor que seu dente caiuPor que uma flor se abriuPor que iremos viajar no verãoPor que aqui o mundo será cãoO mundo é bão, SebastiãoO mundo é bão, SebastiãoO mundo é bão, SebastiãoO mundo é teu, SebastiãoQuando o Goodzila atacar      Quando essa febre baixarQuando o mamute voltarDescongelado a caminhar na SibériaQuando invento, o mundo é feito de idéias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107196854012693272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107196854012693272' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107196854012693272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107196854012693272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/12/claro-que.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107145542930414402</id><published>2003-12-14T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T23:31:39.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alguém me responda:Pra que existem pernilongos?Estou sendo devorada por pequenos seres!!!E não há raid protector que baste, os danadinhos estão ficando resistentes!!!O problema é o dia seguinte, pois a gente levanta, toda cheia de bolinhas vermelhas e tem que responder aos sucessivos questionamentos: Catapora??</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107145542930414402/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701444.post-107145471157539968</id><published>2003-12-14T23:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T23:25:56.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vista aérea de Itamambuca.Na minha opinião, a melhor praia em que eu já estive!!Amo esse lugar!!Achei esse site, pois estou pesquisando um bom lugar pra ficar nos próximos feriados...e nesse Camping eu já fiquei - e recomendo!! Fantástico...é hotel e camping, mas eu sou mais adepta ao campismo...porém, não vou pra lá...infelizmente o preço está muito alto, ou será o meu bolso que anda </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107145471157539968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107145471157539968' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107145471157539968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107145471157539968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/12/vista-area-de-itamambuca.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107023800108943603</id><published>2003-11-30T21:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T21:20:52.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje pensei e cheguei a uma conclusão:Existem sentimentos que nascem dentro do coração da gente, como se fossem uma plantinha, pequeninos e depois vão crescendo, crescendo...Sentimentos bons e ruins. Todos crescem, dão frutos, flores...ou espinhos.Quem nunca deixou uma mágoa crescer dentro de si?Sabe...hoje fiz um propósito a mim mesma...vou plantar muita compreensão, afeto, misericórdia, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107023800108943603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107023800108943603' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107023800108943603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107023800108943603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/11/hoje-pensei-e-cheguei-uma-concluso.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107023620445522764</id><published>2003-11-30T20:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T20:52:27.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu estava lá!!!Depois de muita discussão e persistência, o Lú me convenceu a ir ao Stock Car V8...e quer saber??Eu adoooorei !!!Torci feito doida...pena que eu era Vip do Guto Negrão que não conseguiu vencer, mas mesmo assim, foi muito legal...visitei os boxes e achei os pilotos muito simpáticos...e, porque não dizer...gatíssimos!Eu nem ligo muito pra carro, mas o som daqueles motores </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701444.post-107012565463062824</id><published>2003-11-29T14:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T14:08:24.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nosso querido Barman e amigo Muriel.Sério heim??Quem não te conhece, não imagina que vive sorrindo!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107012565463062824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=107012565463062824' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107012565463062824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/107012565463062824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/11/nosso-querido-barman-e-amigo-muriel.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-107012515819458050</id><published>2003-11-29T13:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T14:00:07.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Olha só ti bunitinhas!!Eu me encantei com essas bonequinhas no Woolly...Pareciam duas pestinhas, na performance...direção do Tio Wá, né?Beijos, beijos...Mariana, Mônica e adorado Tio Wá.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/107012515819458050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Teoria GaiaImagine um Organismo Gigante, formado por pequeninas partes, onde a vida e saúde geral desse Organismo depende de cada parte...Toda as partes têm que estar em perfeita harmonia, feito uma Sifonia...Todos compartilhando do ambiente, da cadeia alimentar...Esse Organismo é considerado um Ser Vivo...Esse Ser Vivo se chama Planeta Terra...e nós...Nós somos apenas uma pequenina parte </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106959711654121372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106959711654121372' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106959711654121372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106959711654121372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/11/teoria-gaia-imagine-um-organismo.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106916730689903850</id><published>2003-11-18T11:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T11:55:40.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adoro Dias Chuvosos!!!Nada como acordar pela manhã, ouvindo aquele tec- tec- tec...da chuvinha na janela...Dá aquela vontadinha de ficar mais um pouco, abraçando os lençóis macios...Adoro o cheiro de terra molhada...O vento que a chuva traz...A cadência do limpador de pára-brisa, enquanto dirijo...O banho quente depois de tomar a chuva fria...Sou uma mulher-verão...gosto do sol, do mar, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106916730689903850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106916730689903850' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106916730689903850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106916730689903850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/11/adoro-dias-chuvosos-nada-como-acordar.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701444.post-106761510637161460</id><published>2003-10-31T12:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T12:46:29.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feliz Dia das Bruxas!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106761510637161460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106761510637161460' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106761510637161460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106761510637161460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/10/feliz-dia-das-bruxas.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106760117793503704</id><published>2003-10-31T08:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T13:20:20.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aurora boreal ilumina o céu do sul da Finlândia Alemanha, 31/10/2003 - Reflexos da tempestade solar tingem de vermelho o céu de Weilheim, perto de Munique Queria ter visto esse céu!Queria ver a Aurora Boreal.Queria ver o Sol da Meia Noite.Tantas coisas eu queria, que não acontecem...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701444.post-106751923745936742</id><published>2003-10-30T10:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T10:11:08.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Uma nação é julgada pelo tratamento que dispensa às minorias."(Mahatma Gandhi)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106751923745936742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106751923745936742' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106751923745936742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106751923745936742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/10/uma-nao-julgada-pelo-tratamento-que.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106751590669784946</id><published>2003-10-30T09:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T09:12:33.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Maior Power Trio de Três do Mundo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106751590669784946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106751590669784946' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106751590669784946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106751590669784946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/10/o-maior-power-trio-de-trs-do-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106744886249173778</id><published>2003-10-29T14:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T14:37:00.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Olha a minha pretinha aí!!!Essa daí, pra quem não conhece é minha querida prima, em dia de Magia na Festa à Fantasia do Woolly Bully.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106744886249173778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106744886249173778' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106744886249173778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106744886249173778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/10/olha-minha-pretinha-essa-da-pra-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106743564760331730</id><published>2003-10-29T10:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T10:10:32.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Diga que me odeia mas diga que não vive sem mimEu sou uma praga, maria-sem-vergonha do seu jardimVocê tem ciúmes mas gosta de me ver rebolarEu topo tudo, sou flor que se cheire em qualquer lugarBem me quer, mal me quer...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106743564760331730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106743564760331730' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106743564760331730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106743564760331730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/10/diga-que-me-odeia-mas-diga-que-no-vive.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106736708975507220</id><published>2003-10-28T15:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T15:51:36.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clube da Esquina II(Milton Nascimento, Lô Borges e Márcio Borges)Por que se chamava moço também se chamava estradaViagem de ventaniaNem se lembra se olhou pra trás Ao primeiro passo, aço, aço...Por que se chamava homem também se chamavam sonhosE sonhos não envelhecemEm meio a tantos gases lacrimogêniosFicam calmos, calmosE lá se vai mais um diaE basta contar compasso e basta contar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106736708975507220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106736708975507220' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106736708975507220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106736708975507220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/10/clube-da-esquina-ii-milton-nascimento.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106699218607089706</id><published>2003-10-24T07:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T07:43:06.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me diga:Se Deus é por nós, e então, quem será contra nós?Quando me lembro disso...ahhhh...Meu coração se enche de força e meus olhos se iluminam...Então eu enxergo tudo muito diferente: Percebo que minha vida é linda...então eu agradeço por ela, e pela vida de todas as pessoas que eu amo...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106699218607089706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106699218607089706' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106699218607089706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106699218607089706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/10/me-diga-se-deus-por-ns-e-ento-quem-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106693121260398147</id><published>2003-10-23T14:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T14:47:55.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O primeiro Submarino ParticularQuero um !</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701444.post-106690578447162074</id><published>2003-10-23T07:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T07:53:58.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nicarágua...Se tem uma coisa que eu não admito nessa vida...é polícia batendo em estudante ou trabalhador!!!É verdade que, em toda classe existem os que se aproveitam da situação: como entre os "Sem Terra", os "Camelôs" ou até entre "Estudantes", mas é inadmissível que se reprima com violência essas classes.Os camelôs são apenas trabalhadores, procurando defender seu pão de cada dia, já que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106690578447162074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106690578447162074' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106690578447162074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106690578447162074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/10/nicargua.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106673610153244174</id><published>2003-10-21T08:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T08:35:01.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Horário de VerãoOntem acordei meio perdidinha...bocejei o dia todo...Não sei bem se concordo com essas mudanças de horário, afinal, é um transtorno para a população...Ah...deixa prá lá...Estou braba porque dormi no ônibus e desci em cidade errada!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106673610153244174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106673610153244174' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106673610153244174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106673610153244174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/10/horrio-de-vero-ontem-acordei-meio.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106641836971821155' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106641836971821155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106641836971821155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/10/quem-tem-viola-pra-se-acompanhar-no.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106641723082714210</id><published>2003-10-17T15:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T07:24:28.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sinto a vida se infiltrando lentamente no meu ser...Sexta-feira...fim de tarde...Eis um verdadeiro momento de prazer!!Já é fim de semana!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106641723082714210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106641723082714210' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106641723082714210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106641723082714210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/10/sinto-vida-se-infiltrando-lentamente.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106641505464539922</id><published>2003-10-17T15:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T15:24:14.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Começar de novo......E contar comigo, vai valer a pena ter amanhecido...Como não consegui fazer as pazes com o Bravenet, reiniciei o contador, num outro site...recomecemos então, do 000001...Não tenho preconceitos quanto a recomeçar...adoro recomeços!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106641505464539922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106641505464539922' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106641505464539922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106641505464539922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/10/comear-de-novo.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106615180323590857</id><published>2003-10-14T14:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T14:16:54.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seres HumanosOutro dia estava caminhando pela Consolação, caía uma chuva pesada e eu vi uma cena que me tocou:Um mendiga, toda suja e molhada, começou a falar com uma senhora......Ela, como todos fazem, ignorou a mendiga e seguiu o seu caminho...Foi então que a mendiga começou a dizer em altos brados: Você não está me vendo?? Eu estou aqui, você não está me enxergando?...Juro que senti </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106615180323590857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106615180323590857' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106615180323590857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106615180323590857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/10/seres-humanos-outro-dia-estava.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106615144926944137</id><published>2003-10-14T14:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T14:10:49.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sensível demais...Acho que tenho um sério problema de relacionamento!!Não entendo esse humanos...dizem uma coisa, quando querem dizer outra, amam pouco, odeiam muito, olham e não vêem...Realmente, aqui no meu mundinho, as coisas são muito diferentes!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106615144926944137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106615144926944137' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106615144926944137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106615144926944137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/10/sensvel-demais.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106615110121979036</id><published>2003-10-14T13:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T14:05:01.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Discordo !Queria fazer é tudo diferente !Discordo das leis, do capitalismo, das regras...Acho que tudo, tudo poderia ser muito diferente!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106615110121979036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106615110121979036' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106615110121979036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106615110121979036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/10/discordo-queria-fazer-tudo-diferente.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106581412988110416</id><published>2003-10-10T16:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T16:28:49.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bom pessoal...é fim de semana...e eu tô indo...Faça chuva, faça sol...to lá no Guarujá !</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106581412988110416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106581412988110416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106581412988110416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106581412988110416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/10/bom-pessoal.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106578969333477633</id><published>2003-10-10T09:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T09:41:32.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O que é o poder...Hoje o Presidente Bush anunciou que irá endurecer as regras para visitação à Cuba e, claro, sugere que os outros países façam igual.Não sou a favor de nenhum tipo de Ditadura, nem quero defender ninguém (apesar de admirar a coragem de Fidel), porém que país é esse que se julga no direito de invadir países, promover um derramamento de sangue tal qual foi e está sendo no Iraque</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106578969333477633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106578969333477633' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106578969333477633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106578969333477633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/10/o-que-o-poder.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106562499718432189</id><published>2003-10-08T11:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T11:56:36.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106562499718432189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106562499718432189' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106562499718432189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106562499718432189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106562384282065219</id><published>2003-10-08T11:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T11:50:04.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pois é...parece que não são só os brasileiros que não sabem votar...Me diga...quais são as qualidades necessárias à um candidato para que seja um bom governador??Parece que os conceitos estão meio conturbados..Nada contra o mocinho, mas...ele não era astro de hollywood?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106562384282065219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106562384282065219' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106562384282065219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106562384282065219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/10/pois.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106520821148799363</id><published>2003-10-03T15:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T16:10:11.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow...que chique que ficou o Blogger !!!Create New Post...bonito mesmo!!!Bom amigos...volto cheia de novidades...delícia!!!Tô de trabalho novo...na capitar!!! Vixi, mas viajá todo dia é bão dimais sô !!!Por outro lado, perdi meu counter...será que alguém poderia me ajudar?Como é que eu faço o update do código do counter bravenet ??Alguém sabe??</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106520821148799363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106520821148799363' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106520821148799363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106520821148799363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/10/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106481317513369587</id><published>2003-09-29T02:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T02:26:14.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sempre existe no mundo uma pessoa que espera a outra, seja no meio do deserto, seja no meio das grandes cidades.E quando estas pessoas se encontram,todo o passado e todo o futuro perdequalquer importância, e só existeaquele momento. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106481317513369587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106481317513369587' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106481317513369587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106481317513369587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/09/sempre-existe-no-mundo-uma-pessoa-que.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106419339439633444</id><published>2003-09-21T22:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T22:25:16.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beijos, beijos....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106419339439633444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106419339439633444' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106419339439633444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106419339439633444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/09/beijos-beijos.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106419163482088221</id><published>2003-09-21T21:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T21:47:16.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sabia que Deus gosta dos loucos?...Não?... então veja se não tenho razão:- alguma pessoa normal chegaria na frente do mar e diria: ABRE-TE! ...- alguma pessoa normal olharia prá cima e gritaria pro sol: PÁRA, SOL! ...- alguma pessoa normal bateria com o cajado numa pedra prá tirar água?...- alguma pessoa normal diria prá um morto há 3 dias: LEVANTA-TE E ANDA!... - alguma pessoa normal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106419163482088221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106419163482088221' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106419163482088221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106419163482088221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/09/sabia-que-deus-gosta-dos-loucos.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106379950154649741</id><published>2003-09-17T08:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T08:51:41.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O sentido que eu dou à minha vida, é aquele que eu quero darSer alegre, ou ser triste?Dócil ou feroz?Sorrir ou esconder o sorriso?Acho que a vida, muitas vezes, nos direciona para o fechamento, sabe, para pensar assim: vou ficar no meu canto...Mas, o ideal é nadar contra a maré mesmo....já comprovei isso...Nada, nem ninguém te leva para o paraíso...O paraíso é uma conquista pessoal...e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106379950154649741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106379950154649741' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106379950154649741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106379950154649741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/09/o-sentido-que-eu-dou-minha-vida-aquele.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106259401733733549</id><published>2003-09-03T10:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T10:00:17.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106259401733733549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106259401733733549' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106259401733733549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106259401733733549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106249983991363031</id><published>2003-09-02T07:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T07:50:39.753-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vista da TerraSite imperdível - Vista da terra por satélitesÉ a vista da terra ao vivo e on-line, feita por vários satélites, em temporeal,com todas as Latitudes e Longitudes.Com o mouse, você coloca a seta onde deseja e vai virando o globo, podendodar um zoom, vendo até mesmo as luzes das cidades. As imagens são em temporeal.Podemos ver as luzes acesas à noite e a claridade do sol </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106249983991363031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106249983991363031' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106249983991363031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106249983991363031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/09/vista-da-terra-site-imperdvel-vista-da.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106249948941787016</id><published>2003-09-02T07:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T07:44:49.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bom Dia!!!!Acreditem se quiser, mas são 7:26 e eu estou acordada!!!Eu explico por que: Tudo começou ontem, por volta das 20:00, quando eu pedi uma pizza de brócolis...(triste idéia)Já vou adiantando que pizza de brócolis é indigesta, com todo aquele bacon e alho...high!!!Bom, me servi de 01 (um) único pedaço da malfadada e fui me deitar...confesso que dormi algumas horas, porém, (pra ajudar!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106249948941787016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106249948941787016' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106249948941787016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106249948941787016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/09/bom-dia-acreditem-se-quiser-mas-so-726.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106154555111627125</id><published>2003-08-22T06:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T06:45:50.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estarei em viagem de sexta 22 a domingo 24...Só um finalzinho de semana, porém, vou aproveitar cada segundo!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106154555111627125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106154555111627125' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106154555111627125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106154555111627125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/08/estarei-em-viagem-de-sexta-22-domingo.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106154495077714440</id><published>2003-08-22T06:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T06:35:50.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Muitas pessoas pensam que a felicidade somente será possível depois de alcançar algo, mas a verdade é que deixar para ser feliz amanhã é uma forma de ser infeliz." (Roberto Shinyashiki) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106154495077714440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106154495077714440' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106154495077714440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106154495077714440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/08/muitas-pessoas-pensam-que-felicidade.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106154491443463760</id><published>2003-08-22T06:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T06:35:14.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quantos segundos você  já viveu?Recebi um email fazendo essa pergunta e, sinceramente, não me lembro de ter vivido um segundo sequer...Engraçado como as coisas passam rápido na vida da gente, nem dá tempo de cronometrar...de repente, passou-se anos, décadas...é incrível como tudo o que se lembra, já é passado!!Noutro dia, pus meu prato no microondas e programei - 30 segundos - e foi incrível </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106154491443463760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106154491443463760' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106154491443463760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106154491443463760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/08/quantos-segundos-voc-j-viveu-recebi-um.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106113159740142718</id><published>2003-08-17T11:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T11:46:37.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1008Depois de uma semana sem internet, pois fui invadida por um vírus...êita viruzinho safado!!!Eis que chego nesse belo domingo e...surpresa!!!Cheguei aos mil....e passei um pouco...Mil pessoas me visitaram, a todos vocês...Meu, mais sincero...MUITO OBRIGADA!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106113159740142718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106113159740142718' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106113159740142718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106113159740142718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/08/1008-depois-de-uma-semana-sem-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106031716108815533</id><published>2003-08-08T01:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T01:33:09.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje a tarde, tomando um lanche com a família, eis que o Luciano me aparece com uma dessa:"Briga de audiência é fogo. Bastou o Silvio Santos comentar que iria morrer, e o Roberto Marinho morreu primeiro." </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106031716108815533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106031716108815533' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106031716108815533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106031716108815533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/08/hoje-tarde-tomando-um-lanche-com.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106026317091761225</id><published>2003-08-07T10:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T10:32:50.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"E a vida ao fim nos impõe que o homem que vive, sonha o que é, até despertar.O que é a vida? Um frenesi. O que é a vida? Uma ilusão, uma sombra, uma ficção ?O maior bem é tristonho, porque toda a vida é sonho e os sonhos, são sonhos".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106026317091761225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106026317091761225' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106026317091761225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106026317091761225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/08/e-vida-ao-fim-nos-impe-que-o-homem-que.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106005945041233860</id><published>2003-08-05T01:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T01:57:30.236-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cadê eu?Ando meio com saudades de mim, moleca...fazendo tripulias, falando as minhas opiniões...Quem me vê, de dez anos atrás logo emenda....vc não mudou, o mesmo jeito de menina!!Isso até que é bom, a gente mostra o que leva no coração, né?Mas, sinceramente tenho saudades de mim, dos happy hours com a galera...cervejinha em copo americano, papo sobre semi-ótica...o ruim do passar do tempo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106005945041233860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106005945041233860' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106005945041233860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106005945041233860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/08/cad-eu-ando-meio-com-saudades-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-106005825999748024</id><published>2003-08-05T01:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T01:37:39.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quanto mais conheço os homens, mais admiro os animais!!!Seres iluminados, puros, amigos, verdadeiros, fiéis, carinhosos, lindos...Amo os animais...Porque será que os humanos não seguem esses exemplos??</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/106005825999748024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=106005825999748024' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106005825999748024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/106005825999748024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/08/quanto-mais-conheo-os-homens-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-105924787432229113</id><published>2003-07-26T16:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T16:31:14.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vejam, passeando por terras distantes, nos aposentos da minha querida Lebre de Março, encontrei toda a minha família...tios, primos...todos!!Deem uma olhada na foto da galera!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/105924787432229113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=105924787432229113' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/105924787432229113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/105924787432229113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/07/vejam-passeando-por-terras-distantes.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-105855817523061908</id><published>2003-07-18T16:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T16:56:15.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ô País lindo!!!!EU AMO O MEU BRASIL!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/105855817523061908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=105855817523061908' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/105855817523061908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/105855817523061908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/07/pas-lindo-eu-amo-o-meu-brasil.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-105810799974454366</id><published>2003-07-13T11:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T11:53:19.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/105810799974454366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=105810799974454366' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/105810799974454366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/105810799974454366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-105810769705683230</id><published>2003-07-13T11:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T11:48:17.050-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A temperatura na cidade de São Paulo continuará baixa. Segundo o Inmet (Instituto Nacional de Meteorologia), a mínima deve chegar a 2ºC e a máxima, a 22ºC.Em Santa Catarina, a temperatura mais baixa registrada até o momento foi de -5,8ºC, em São Joaquim, segundo a Climaterra. Essa é a menor temperatura do ano no Estado. Ontem, o município teve -4ºC. A menor temperatura registrada no Paraná </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/105810769705683230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=105810769705683230' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/105810769705683230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/105810769705683230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/07/temperatura-na-cidade-de-so-paulo.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-105810733371165491</id><published>2003-07-13T11:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T11:42:13.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>InvernoParece que, desta vez, o inverno chegou pra valer!!No sul do país, até neve já caiu...e aqui no sudeste...a noite chegou a sete graus!!!!My God !!! Esse inverno está mesmo de lascar!!!Pra que esse verão passe numa boa, eu recomendo, muito foundue de chocolate, pipocas, filmes e um enorme edredon!!!Nesse aspecto, eu até que gosto do inverno...porém...sou um ser do calor e espero </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/105810733371165491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=105810733371165491' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/105810733371165491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/105810733371165491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/07/inverno-parece-que-desta-vez-o-inverno.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-105777139241969831</id><published>2003-07-09T14:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T14:23:12.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quase Mil !!!Puxa...fiquei quase uma semana sumida, primeiro, porque não conseguia postar, devido às mudanças do Blogger...como sofre os principiantes na arte de blogar...Depois meu bebezinho resolveu ter uma desconfiguraçãozinha, só pra complicar...e eis-me aqui...com a ajuda do Amável e Adorável amigo...Wolly, que deu aquela mãozinha providencial...reconfigurando o computador.E, claro, à </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/105777139241969831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=105777139241969831' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/105777139241969831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/105777139241969831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/07/quase-mil-puxa.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-105715561986998294</id><published>2003-07-02T11:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T22:40:09.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saudades do meu Blog...Alias, saudades da época que eu ficava online o dia todo, nos altos papos sobre tudo, com meu amigo de pra la do oceano...Mas a vida esta boa, mesmo assim, sem trabalho, sem salario, mas felizmente, sem as perturbaçoes inerentes à uma empresa totalmente bagunçada !!Ando com saudades de me sentir util, de provar que tenho competência...Esse negocio de nao trabalhar nao </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/105715561986998294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=105715561986998294' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/105715561986998294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/105715561986998294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/07/saudades-do-meu-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-95942778</id><published>2003-06-23T09:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T09:11:17.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O frio no litoral....É inacreditável como o mar fica belo, no inverno...Nunca tinha visto, aquelas ondas enormes se quebrando na praia quase vazia...O sol fraco de inverno, o vento forte, cortando a pele...É quase uma poesia o que se vê...Dá vontade de cantar Legião, declamar Camões....Meditar, orar, fazer sei lá o que...fotografar na alma aquela energia tão pura e tão linda do mar...São </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/95942778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=95942778' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/95942778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/95942778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/06/o-frio-no-litoral.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-95791052</id><published>2003-06-18T11:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T11:19:20.010-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ganhei presente!!! Uêêbaaa!!!Coloco no Template em breve!!!Obrigada viu!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/95791052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=95791052' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/95791052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/95791052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/06/ganhei-presente-ubaaa-coloco-no.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-95719686</id><published>2003-06-16T12:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T12:49:53.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É segunda feira novamente!!Nova semana, novo dia, novas expectativas...Hoje estou com uma nova esperança, energias recarregadas...Chega de tristeza, nada de sofrer...estamos vivos e é isso que importa...Vamos começar a semana, acreditando que Deus existe e está dentro de nós, disposto a nos ajudar a progredirmos...Crescermos como humanos que somos e como energia que temos...Recarreguemos...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/95719686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=95719686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/95719686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/95719686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/06/segunda-feira-novamente-nova-semana.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-95719477</id><published>2003-06-16T12:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T12:44:44.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Salvem as Baleias!!!Protejam a fauna marinha!!Amem o Planeta!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/95719477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=95719477' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/95719477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/95719477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/06/salvem-as-baleias-protejam-fauna.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-95628032</id><published>2003-06-13T10:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T10:37:16.883-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Viva Santo Antonio !!Hoje é dia de Santo Antonio, santo casamenteiro...Vê lá, dá pra fazer muitos pedidos e simpatias...Eu acredito muito, não em simpatias, mas que a fé realiza coisas  inacreditáveis!Faça suas orações hoje pedindo o que precisar, mas acredite, tenha fé!!!Quando a gente acredita, gera uma energia universal que conspira para a realização da nossa fé!!!Fé, ação e paciência.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/95628032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=95628032' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/95628032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/95628032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/06/viva-santo-antonio-hoje-dia-de-santo.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-95578469</id><published>2003-06-12T02:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T02:12:52.003-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Resolvi escrever um caderninho...Para todos os momentos, sabe, aonde eu vou escrever as coisas que penso realmente, pra ninguém ler...Passam tantas coisas boas nessa minha cachola, sabe, metas, desejos profundos...realmente acho que não sou muito certa das idéias...Quando páro neste meu mundinho, consigo atingir um grau de satisfação tão sublime...É difícil eu me identificar com muitas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/95578469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=95578469' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/95578469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/95578469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/06/resolvi-escrever-um-caderninho.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-95555344</id><published>2003-06-11T13:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T13:54:52.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/95555344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=95555344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/95555344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/95555344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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-3701444.post-95555210</id><published>2003-06-11T13:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T13:51:24.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O amor está no ar...A data que eu mais gosto do ano é o dia dos namorados...Acho um dia que os casais se unem, dão preferência por ficarem a sós, trocam juras e presentinhos românticos..Até o mais avesso ao romantismo não pode se deixar de fora...Uma flor, um beijo apaixonado, uma caixinha de chocolates...um jantar à luz de velas...quem resiste?Desejo que neste 12 de Junho, todos os casais</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/95555210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=95555210' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/95555210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/95555210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/06/o-amor-est-no-ar.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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Cresça !"(Talmude)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/feeds/94973951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701444&amp;postID=94973951' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/94973951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701444/posts/default/94973951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crescimento.blogspot.com/2003/05/cada-lmina-de-grama-tem-um-anjo-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>kelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441173214793231094</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></feed>
