<?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-3468259878351453981</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:21:05.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maurício Rodrigues</title><subtitle type='html'>Meu ser, meu dom, minha habilidade em compor versos de extrema verdade.
A Ele toda honra, todo louvor pela grandiosidade do meu compor.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468259878351453981/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maurício Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397247868729596508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CngMpxUp2-Y/S_Ld1hxA6LI/AAAAAAAAABo/aacwtX4eqtc/S220/OgAAAIFRdPpGXqBqSzFhpRFHU_1FQDCghtG7wfVIRIs3bUsMSEgZPW1U8mWZ0pLAbZ3Cd67n49IJ42nYIZY7Tq66aEkAm1T1UCU4wpCcsLasKfPGtLTAFTjguLo7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As letras ardem,&lt;br /&gt;no meu coração elas invadem&lt;br /&gt;como uma paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não cale coração,&lt;br /&gt;você é grande como uma nação!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fale tudo que estais sentindo&lt;br /&gt;neste momento de aflição.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor: Maurício Rodrigues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3468259878351453981-5870709615115233662?l=mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/feeds/5870709615115233662/comments/default' title='Postar 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/&gt;Nunca esquecerei&lt;br /&gt;de vocês meus irmão,&lt;br /&gt;guardadas serão&lt;br /&gt;todas travessuras de verão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou descrever&lt;br /&gt;toda lágrima&lt;br /&gt;que derramar por vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o pelo que vocês passarão!&lt;br /&gt;Saibam de uma coisa:&lt;br /&gt;-Tudo tem seu propósito,&lt;br /&gt;não será em vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos diferentes&lt;br /&gt;vocês terão,&lt;br /&gt;mas nunca se esqueçam de mim,&lt;br /&gt;ó meus irmãos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Autor: Maurício Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3468259878351453981-6028864267751172653?l=mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/feeds/6028864267751172653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3468259878351453981&amp;postID=6028864267751172653' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468259878351453981/posts/default/6028864267751172653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468259878351453981/posts/default/6028864267751172653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/2009/05/amigos-veem-amigos-vao.html' title='Amigos'/><author><name>Maurício Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397247868729596508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CngMpxUp2-Y/S_Ld1hxA6LI/AAAAAAAAABo/aacwtX4eqtc/S220/OgAAAIFRdPpGXqBqSzFhpRFHU_1FQDCghtG7wfVIRIs3bUsMSEgZPW1U8mWZ0pLAbZ3Cd67n49IJ42nYIZY7Tq66aEkAm1T1UCU4wpCcsLasKfPGtLTAFTjguLo7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468259878351453981.post-3602305980620116340</id><published>2009-05-15T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:53:29.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas ruas de outono&lt;br /&gt;meus passos vão ficar!&lt;br /&gt;Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;agora vivo pra Lhe adorar!&lt;br /&gt;E todo abandono&lt;br /&gt;que pude sentir passou;&lt;br /&gt;o Senhor me confortou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As folhas pelo chão,&lt;br /&gt;ficarão marcadas no meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia o vento vai levar.&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos brilharão,&lt;br /&gt;tudo se resumirá em salvação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou entre as flores da caminhada&lt;br /&gt;pra dizer que sem Você,&lt;br /&gt;não sou nada.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter Você bem mais perto,&lt;br /&gt;com Você eu sinto o céu aberto.&lt;br /&gt;Em um livro vou escrever&lt;br /&gt;tudo que passei&lt;br /&gt;para chegar até Você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor: Maurício Rodrigues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3468259878351453981-3602305980620116340?l=mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/feeds/3602305980620116340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3468259878351453981&amp;postID=3602305980620116340' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468259878351453981/posts/default/3602305980620116340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468259878351453981/posts/default/3602305980620116340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/2009/05/nas-ruas-de-outono-meus-passos-vao.html' title='Outono'/><author><name>Maurício Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397247868729596508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CngMpxUp2-Y/S_Ld1hxA6LI/AAAAAAAAABo/aacwtX4eqtc/S220/OgAAAIFRdPpGXqBqSzFhpRFHU_1FQDCghtG7wfVIRIs3bUsMSEgZPW1U8mWZ0pLAbZ3Cd67n49IJ42nYIZY7Tq66aEkAm1T1UCU4wpCcsLasKfPGtLTAFTjguLo7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468259878351453981.post-4006991424254172719</id><published>2009-05-14T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:44:50.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Há poucos dias&lt;br /&gt;tenho crido&lt;br /&gt;em ti ó meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Paixão está crescendo&lt;br /&gt;no meu interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso parar!&lt;br /&gt;Ao amor vou me entregar,&lt;br /&gt;quero você para amar.&lt;br /&gt;Só você é princesa&lt;br /&gt;que faz meu coração saltitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para entrelaçar&lt;br /&gt;o que está no ar,&lt;br /&gt;vou escrever&lt;br /&gt;este amor que não pode morrer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras almejadas,&lt;br /&gt;pelo meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;por uma simples ação!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ficará mais lindo&lt;br /&gt;quando eu estiver,&lt;br /&gt;ao lado da mulher&lt;br /&gt;que meu coração desejar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou cultivar&lt;br /&gt;sentimento “amar”!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Autor: Maurício Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3468259878351453981-4006991424254172719?l=mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/feeds/4006991424254172719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3468259878351453981&amp;postID=4006991424254172719' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468259878351453981/posts/default/4006991424254172719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468259878351453981/posts/default/4006991424254172719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/2009/05/paixao.html' title='Paixão'/><author><name>Maurício Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397247868729596508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CngMpxUp2-Y/S_Ld1hxA6LI/AAAAAAAAABo/aacwtX4eqtc/S220/OgAAAIFRdPpGXqBqSzFhpRFHU_1FQDCghtG7wfVIRIs3bUsMSEgZPW1U8mWZ0pLAbZ3Cd67n49IJ42nYIZY7Tq66aEkAm1T1UCU4wpCcsLasKfPGtLTAFTjguLo7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468259878351453981.post-7013189907424316610</id><published>2009-05-02T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:09:09.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma e coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alma: Porque choras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Coração: Porque estou apaixonado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alma: Porque está apaixonado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong face="courier new" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Coração: Porque gosto de alguém!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong face="courier new" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alma: Ela gosta de você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Coração: Não sei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alma: Porque não sabes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Coração: Porque nunca perguntei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alma: Porque nunca perguntou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Coração: Porque tenho medo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alma: Medo? De que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coração: De não ser correspondido com meus sentimentos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alma: Quem é ela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coração: Não posso dizer!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CngMpxUp2-Y/SgDdVq4hI5I/AAAAAAAAABg/dhK-iG-RAp0/s1600-h/amorziiiiiin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CngMpxUp2-Y/SgDdVq4hI5I/AAAAAAAAABg/dhK-iG-RAp0/s320/amorziiiiiin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332505323165000594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;   Autor: Maurício Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3468259878351453981-7013189907424316610?l=mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/feeds/7013189907424316610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3468259878351453981&amp;postID=7013189907424316610' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468259878351453981.post-1986447864116837154</id><published>2009-04-30T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:25:46.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ó alma!&lt;br /&gt;Não se esvaeça! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A sua salvação está próxima!&lt;br /&gt;As pedras já estão clamando&lt;br /&gt;pela volta do Cristo Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jesus não demoras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ó, o que será de minha alma?&lt;br /&gt;Abranda-te ó alma!&lt;br /&gt;Não te ires!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revolta cresce no interior de minha alma!&lt;br /&gt;Não te ires ó alma!&lt;br /&gt;Já passará o sofrimento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alma não vá embora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ó Jesus não te demora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Autor: Maurício Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3468259878351453981-1986447864116837154?l=mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/feeds/1986447864116837154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3468259878351453981&amp;postID=1986447864116837154' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468259878351453981/posts/default/1986447864116837154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468259878351453981/posts/default/1986447864116837154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/2009/04/alma.html' title='Alma'/><author><name>Maurício Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397247868729596508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CngMpxUp2-Y/S_Ld1hxA6LI/AAAAAAAAABo/aacwtX4eqtc/S220/OgAAAIFRdPpGXqBqSzFhpRFHU_1FQDCghtG7wfVIRIs3bUsMSEgZPW1U8mWZ0pLAbZ3Cd67n49IJ42nYIZY7Tq66aEkAm1T1UCU4wpCcsLasKfPGtLTAFTjguLo7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468259878351453981.post-3402177448231682422</id><published>2009-04-30T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:15:57.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Razão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde há razão?&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento que abrange o coração!&lt;br /&gt;Onde há sentimento?&lt;br /&gt;Emoção que não tem explicação!&lt;br /&gt;Amor que não esvaece no coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teatro, amor interior,&lt;br /&gt;não se descreve o sonho pelo amor!&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vou acordar,&lt;br /&gt;sentir a esperança no ar&lt;br /&gt;e ver olhos brilhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um Dom!&lt;br /&gt;Compor versos,&lt;br /&gt;como Deus fez o universo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso parar!&lt;br /&gt;Para o incógnito vou descrever,&lt;br /&gt;ao ver Tua Glória descer!&lt;br /&gt;Na solidão da noite,&lt;br /&gt;vou compondo versos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coração quebrantado,&lt;br /&gt;por não Tê-lo ao lado&lt;br /&gt;Tentações se passam,&lt;br /&gt;e vigoro mais o meu ser!&lt;br /&gt;Meu barco da vida vou a remar,&lt;br /&gt;buscando Tua Glória alcançar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando te encontrar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vou acalmar,&lt;br /&gt;viver para sempre a glorificar!&lt;br /&gt;Ao Teu nome vou engrandecer,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando Tua veste me revestir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor: Maurício Rodrigues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3468259878351453981-3402177448231682422?l=mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CngMpxUp2-Y/S_Ld1hxA6LI/AAAAAAAAABo/aacwtX4eqtc/S220/OgAAAIFRdPpGXqBqSzFhpRFHU_1FQDCghtG7wfVIRIs3bUsMSEgZPW1U8mWZ0pLAbZ3Cd67n49IJ42nYIZY7Tq66aEkAm1T1UCU4wpCcsLasKfPGtLTAFTjguLo7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468259878351453981.post-3697257248703855123</id><published>2009-04-24T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:18:41.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrospectiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ó Santíssimo dependo de Ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;luz cintilante está sobre mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tua glória reforçar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;espírito santo vem habitar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Senhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;não quero ter muito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;basta o satisfatório!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me fizeste com perfeição,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;teceste-me no ventre de minha mãe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tua glória estende,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;sobre meu ser ela enche,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;luz vai brilhar como as águas do mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Todos os dias da minha vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;são expectativas das suas sublimes mãos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Há grande temor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;por Ti ó meu Salvador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A cada dia deste ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;rendo graças a Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Agora não mais eu vivo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;mais Cristo vive em mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A hilaridade está estampada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;no meu semblante suave! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cada verso descrito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;letras almejadas pelo meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Promessas transformadas e realizadas serão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"  &gt;Autor: Maurício Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3468259878351453981-3697257248703855123?l=mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/feeds/3697257248703855123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3468259878351453981&amp;postID=3697257248703855123' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468259878351453981/posts/default/3697257248703855123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468259878351453981/posts/default/3697257248703855123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/2009/04/retrospectiva.html' title='Retrospectiva'/><author><name>Maurício Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397247868729596508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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cavalo.&lt;br /&gt;Não desisto nunca&lt;br /&gt;raciocino com audácia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No intimo do meu ser,&lt;br /&gt;envolto o Espírito Santo.&lt;br /&gt;Guia-me por veredas retas&lt;br /&gt;são longas, mais é justa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao final do caminhar&lt;br /&gt;irei aos braços do pai chegar,&lt;br /&gt;aos olhos do pai vou ver e alegrar.&lt;br /&gt;Caminharei sobre nova estrada&lt;br /&gt;quando aos braços do Pai estiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Ele seja toda honra e glória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Autor: Maurício Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3468259878351453981-5273351485658562601?l=mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CngMpxUp2-Y/S_Ld1hxA6LI/AAAAAAAAABo/aacwtX4eqtc/S220/OgAAAIFRdPpGXqBqSzFhpRFHU_1FQDCghtG7wfVIRIs3bUsMSEgZPW1U8mWZ0pLAbZ3Cd67n49IJ42nYIZY7Tq66aEkAm1T1UCU4wpCcsLasKfPGtLTAFTjguLo7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468259878351453981.post-67690529689449787</id><published>2008-11-14T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:58:03.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfeição e Paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Não sou perfeito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Perfeito existiu só um Jesus Cristo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Que foi crucificado por nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Trazendo paz ao mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Que hoje no Século XXI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;As pessoas imploram!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Paz, paz, paz, um pouco de paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Paz que não temos mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"   &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor: Maurício Rodrigues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3468259878351453981-67690529689449787?l=mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CngMpxUp2-Y/S_Ld1hxA6LI/AAAAAAAAABo/aacwtX4eqtc/S220/OgAAAIFRdPpGXqBqSzFhpRFHU_1FQDCghtG7wfVIRIs3bUsMSEgZPW1U8mWZ0pLAbZ3Cd67n49IJ42nYIZY7Tq66aEkAm1T1UCU4wpCcsLasKfPGtLTAFTjguLo7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468259878351453981.post-5010135114784256233</id><published>2008-11-14T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:36:36.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Essência da Arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Arte, nada pode deturpar pelo simples sonhar!&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A simples alegria que vem do interior!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Formando amor que se adeja pelas ruas!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Arte, nada pode corromper a essência! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Na hilaridade estampada que não se pode morrer!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ó Brasil, ó Rio, não se detenha para arte!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Que nesses belos momentos possamos expandir pensamentos!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sem arte não há educação para a população!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Revolta cresce no interior de minha alma! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Não seja fútil, ó mocidade!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Até quando será deste modo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ó mocidade, me amarguro de assistir você parada!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ó, até quando terei tristeza e inquietação no meu coração?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Por um simples ato não podemos parar!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Brasil, anseio o teu bem!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Não seja fútil ó mocidade!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Consistimos uma futura posteridade! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Não se detenha ó mocidade, seja forte! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ó, até quando terei tristeza e inquietação no meu coração?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Seja forte ó mocidade!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor: Maurício Rodrigues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3468259878351453981-5010135114784256233?l=mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/feeds/5010135114784256233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3468259878351453981&amp;postID=5010135114784256233' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468259878351453981/posts/default/5010135114784256233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468259878351453981/posts/default/5010135114784256233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/2008/11/essncia-de-arte.html' title='Essência da Arte'/><author><name>Maurício Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397247868729596508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CngMpxUp2-Y/S_Ld1hxA6LI/AAAAAAAAABo/aacwtX4eqtc/S220/OgAAAIFRdPpGXqBqSzFhpRFHU_1FQDCghtG7wfVIRIs3bUsMSEgZPW1U8mWZ0pLAbZ3Cd67n49IJ42nYIZY7Tq66aEkAm1T1UCU4wpCcsLasKfPGtLTAFTjguLo7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468259878351453981.post-96722165537030326</id><published>2008-11-11T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:59:14.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sociedade Individualista</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atualmente em nosso mundo corrompido pelo pecado e desonestidade, os cristãos têm um dever muito grande que é fazer a diferença e mostrar para todos que uma nova geração está por vir, formando homens e mulheres honestos ansiando por dias melhores para o mundo. Nas ruas vemos todos os dias jovens e idosos implorando por um novo mundo, pessoas necessitando de um pão para saciar a fome, outras uma simples conversa, demonstração carinho e afeto. O que está faltando no mundo é uma palavrinha muito simples, mas impregnada de significado “amor”, amor para com os outros. Jesus disse Ame o seu próximo como a si mesmo. (Mc12: 31). Quando ele disse ame o seu próximo como a si mesmo, ele não disse para humanidade desvalorizar esse sentimento, ele quis realçar que em qualquer das circunstâncias ame o seu próximo. O mundo não se sabe mais o que é amar, muito menos o que significa razão pela qual temos presenciado tantas trucidardes miséria e fome. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amor que o mundo tem cultuado é o apego ao dinheiro e a si próprio se esquecendo de que são rodeadas por pessoas necessitadas, entrando em um mundo individualista, onde pisam e humilham pessoas para se consegui o objetivo favorável na alta sociedade. Em uma de suas cartas o Apostolo Paulo disse: a verdade é que o mistério da iniqüidade já está em ação, restando apenas que seja afastado aquele que agora o detém. Então será revelado o perverso, a quem o Senhor Jesus matará com o sopro de sua vinda. A vinda desse perverso é segundo a ação de Satanás, com todo o poder com sinais e com maravilhas enganadoras. Ele fará uso de todas as formas de engano da injustiça para os que estão perecendo, por quanto rejeitaram o amor à verdade que os poderia salvar. (2Ts2: 7-10). Satanás está agindo com poder, sinais e com maravilhas enganadoras, principalmente para os jovens que estão com coração endurecidos e olhos fechados, se deixando levar pelas injustiças e pelo pecado, se afastando da glória e bênção de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Olhando o panorama do mundo, percebe-se a ausência do otimismo e falta de esperança frente ao comportamento dos homens dessa geração, que deram vazão a todos os sentimentos pérfidos de sua mente, surgindo inúmeras fantasias, que, entretanto acaba por se tornar uma base aparentemente sólida de sua interpretação, já que a situação parece ser irreversível. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os cristãos não podem se calar a tanto pecado, devem ser luz e sal do mundo se instruindo dos problemas que estão em abrangência, onde a humanidade está entrando em decomposição, completamente cega pelo comodismo, onde de fato para grande parte da humanidade está se impondo como uma fábrica de perversidades. O Desemprego crescente torna-se crônico. A pobreza aumenta e as classes médias perdem em qualidade de vida. A fome e o desabrigo se generalizam em todo mundo, e as grandes doenças supostamente extirpadas, fazem seu retorno. A mortalidade e o abuso sexual infantil estão cada vez maior sendo a maioria cometida pelos pais. A perversidade sistêmica que está na raiz dessa evolução negativa da humanidade tem relação com a adesão desenfreada aos comportamentos competitivos que atualmente caracterizam as ações hegemônicas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos últimos anos testemunharam grandes mudanças em todo mundo tornando-se unificado em virtudes das novas condições técnicas, bases sólidas para uma ação humana pecaminosa. Esta, entretanto impõe-se a maior parte da humanidade como perversa. Consideramos, em primeiro lugar, a emergência de um avivamento dos jovens cristãos. A competitividade, sugerida pela produção e pelo consumo, é a fonte de novos totalitarismos, mais facilmente aceitos graças à confusão dos espíritos que se instala. Dentro desse quadro, as pessoas sentem-se desamparadas, os que também constitui uma incitação a que adotem em seus comportamentos ordinários que praticam que alguns decênios atrás eram moralmente condenados. Estamos diante de um novo encantamento do mundo, no qual o anticristo é o principio e o fim. Essa imperativa onipresença busca de Deus é insidiosa já que o anticristo tem dois rostos um pelo qual tem enganado os jovens com maravilhas e o outro os destruindo levando eles ao lamaçal. Atualmente as hipocrisias que o mundo tem oferecido para os jovens têm levado a destruição de lares familiares causando certo descontrole emocional gerando depressão e outras doenças emocionais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A ausência de compaixão com o próximo&lt;br /&gt;Nos últimos anos de desenvolvimento a concorrência se estabelece como regra. Agora a competitividade toma o lugar da competição. A concorrência atual não é mais a velha concorrência, sobretudo porque chega eliminando toda forma de compaixão. A competitividade tem a guerra como norma. Há, a todo custo, que vencer o outro, esmagando-o, para tomar o seu lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Os últimos anos foram emblemáticos, porque neles se realizaram grandes concentrações de anticristo, esse movimento marca um ápice já que a identidade dos autores, até então estão sendo reveladas. Essa guerra espiritual como norma justifica toda forma de apelo à força, a que assistimos em diversos países, um apelo não dissimulado utilizado como norma para dirimir os conflitos e conseqüência dessa ética da competitividade que caracteriza nosso tempo. Ora isso também que justifica os individualismos arrebatadores e possessivos: individualismos na vida econômica (as maneiras como as empresas batalham umas com as outras); individualismo na ordem da política (a maneira como os partidos freqüentemente abandonam a idéia de política para se tornarem simplesmente eleitoreiros); individualismos na ordem de territórios (as cidades brigando umas com as outras, as regiões reclamando soluções particularistas). Há individualismo até mesmo entre as igrejas onde não deveria ter. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meus jovens vamos pensar em ampliar nossos pensamentos para as questões sociais e espirituais de como será nossa humanidade futuramente se não haver uma mudança de nossa poderosa mocidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a paz do Senhor estejam com todos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor: Maurício Rodrigues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3468259878351453981-96722165537030326?l=mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/feeds/96722165537030326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3468259878351453981&amp;postID=96722165537030326' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468259878351453981/posts/default/96722165537030326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468259878351453981/posts/default/96722165537030326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/2008/11/sociedade-individualista.html' title='Sociedade Individualista'/><author><name>Maurício Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397247868729596508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CngMpxUp2-Y/S_Ld1hxA6LI/AAAAAAAAABo/aacwtX4eqtc/S220/OgAAAIFRdPpGXqBqSzFhpRFHU_1FQDCghtG7wfVIRIs3bUsMSEgZPW1U8mWZ0pLAbZ3Cd67n49IJ42nYIZY7Tq66aEkAm1T1UCU4wpCcsLasKfPGtLTAFTjguLo7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468259878351453981.post-8940011512979925956</id><published>2008-11-11T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:07:54.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hora desconhecida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Minutos, horas, dias, meses e anos&lt;br /&gt;não sabemos o dia nem hora que Tu irás voltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Glorificamos a Ti ó Deus do impossível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;vem nos ajudar Senhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não somos dignos de nada nesta Terra ó Deus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Quem somos nós?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apenas pecadores dignos de Tua misericórdia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Senhor, de entendimento aos teus servos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;o inimigo fica nos rodeando a cada minuto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;nos dê força para não cair em tentação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No temor do Senhor está a sabedoria &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;e evitar o mal é ter entendimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102);font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"  &gt;Autor: Maurício Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3468259878351453981-8940011512979925956?l=mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/feeds/8940011512979925956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3468259878351453981&amp;postID=8940011512979925956' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468259878351453981/posts/default/8940011512979925956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468259878351453981/posts/default/8940011512979925956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/2008/11/hora-desconhecida.html' title='Hora desconhecida'/><author><name>Maurício Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397247868729596508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CngMpxUp2-Y/S_Ld1hxA6LI/AAAAAAAAABo/aacwtX4eqtc/S220/OgAAAIFRdPpGXqBqSzFhpRFHU_1FQDCghtG7wfVIRIs3bUsMSEgZPW1U8mWZ0pLAbZ3Cd67n49IJ42nYIZY7Tq66aEkAm1T1UCU4wpCcsLasKfPGtLTAFTjguLo7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468259878351453981.post-2672545893758644953</id><published>2008-11-11T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:54:52.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crianças abandonadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crianças inocentes abandonadas pelos pais &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crianças que não conhecem amores fraternais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crianças inocentes que apenas querem um pouco de amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crianças que mesmo no sorriso o coração pode sofrer e carregar rancor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Óh o que será de nossas futuras crianças?&lt;br /&gt;Que futuro levarão sem uma mão protetora?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transportam um sorriso encantador inocente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;No rosto impregnado de alegria reluzente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sabem distinguir ainda o bem do mal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Óh o que será de nossas futuras crianças?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na dança tentam expressar sentimentos de alegria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;No brilho do olhar carregam esperança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esperança de que no futuro distante tenham dias melhores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Autor: Maurício Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3468259878351453981-2672545893758644953?l=mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/feeds/2672545893758644953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3468259878351453981&amp;postID=2672545893758644953' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468259878351453981/posts/default/2672545893758644953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468259878351453981/posts/default/2672545893758644953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/2008/11/crianas-abandonadas.html' title='Crianças abandonadas'/><author><name>Maurício Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397247868729596508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CngMpxUp2-Y/S_Ld1hxA6LI/AAAAAAAAABo/aacwtX4eqtc/S220/OgAAAIFRdPpGXqBqSzFhpRFHU_1FQDCghtG7wfVIRIs3bUsMSEgZPW1U8mWZ0pLAbZ3Cd67n49IJ42nYIZY7Tq66aEkAm1T1UCU4wpCcsLasKfPGtLTAFTjguLo7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468259878351453981.post-6050646065432612962</id><published>2008-11-11T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:40:52.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amores carnais,&lt;br /&gt;amores incondicionais!&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que não valorizam&lt;br /&gt;amores fraternais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que não sabem&lt;br /&gt;significado amor!&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que não sabem&lt;br /&gt;ser amada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que não se importam&lt;br /&gt;com amor que os outros as oferecem!&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que ignoram&lt;br /&gt;sabedoria dos mandamentos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que eu fale as línguas dos homens e dos anjos&lt;br /&gt;se não tiver amor, serei como o sino que ressoa!&lt;br /&gt;Como prato que retine serei se não tiver amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ainda que eu tenha o dom de profecia!&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que eu saiba todos os mistérios e todo o conhecimento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que eu tenha uma fé capaz de mover montanhas!&lt;br /&gt;Se não tiver amor nada serei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Autor: Maurício Rodrigues&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3468259878351453981-6050646065432612962?l=mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/feeds/6050646065432612962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3468259878351453981&amp;postID=6050646065432612962' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468259878351453981/posts/default/6050646065432612962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468259878351453981/posts/default/6050646065432612962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mauriciorodriguess.blogspot.com/2008/11/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Maurício 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