<?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-13933818</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:44:09.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CeuTerraMar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>car&amp;amp;san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228328478429496285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpP9MoDMm4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/fnJYdRbkjiA/S220/sandra+102.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13933818.post-5837603891128115935</id><published>2011-02-24T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T06:04:07.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O SEU</title><content type='html'>Voce tem que aprender a curtir somente o que lhe pertence e nunca achar que voce vai fazer parte de algo ou alguem que voce nao e prioridade. Sua familia sao seus pais, irmaos, se perde os pais , sua familia sao seus irmaos. Depois voce casa , seu marido e algo seu. Tem filhos? Sao seus, mas se nao tem filhos, aproveite a vida com seu parceiro, nao achando que ele e toda a sua familia, pois ele tem sua familia tambem e que nao e sua.Nao tente fazer de sua familia ,sobrinhos ou filhos de sobrinhos, sao seus parentes mas eles pertencem a outra familia,ou seja, seus pais e irmaos. Nao sofra quando voce nao se torna sua prioridade, eles ja tem as suas prioridades. Siga em frente com sigo mesmo, faca novos objetivos, novas amizades, mas nao se esqueca tambem que essas amizades nao sao sua familia, eles ja tem a deles. Resumindo, perdeu pai, mae mas tem irmaos, tem familia, se nao tem irmaos, estas so. Teu marido sera seu companheiro, siga com  ele e com sigo mesma e tenha sempre Deus dentro do seu coracao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13933818-5837603891128115935?l=ceuterramar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/feeds/5837603891128115935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13933818&amp;postID=5837603891128115935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/5837603891128115935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/5837603891128115935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-seu.html' title='O SEU'/><author><name>car&amp;amp;san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228328478429496285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpP9MoDMm4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/fnJYdRbkjiA/S220/sandra+102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13933818.post-7624975051852396517</id><published>2011-02-23T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T12:11:49.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSANDO...</title><content type='html'>Pensando estou no passado&lt;br /&gt;o passado pensado e vivido,&lt;br /&gt;Tantas coisas erradas, mas,&lt;br /&gt;nao podeia ser diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje , ja na virada da vida,&lt;br /&gt;ainda cometendo tantos erros,&lt;br /&gt;Sera que nunca se aprende?&lt;br /&gt;Ou sera que tudo muda e,&lt;br /&gt;quando pensa que sabe o que&lt;br /&gt;esta fazendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao se sabe nada,&lt;br /&gt;tem que aprender tudo de novo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13933818-7624975051852396517?l=ceuterramar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/feeds/7624975051852396517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13933818&amp;postID=7624975051852396517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/7624975051852396517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/7624975051852396517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/2011/02/pensando.html' title='PENSANDO...'/><author><name>car&amp;amp;san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228328478429496285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpP9MoDMm4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/fnJYdRbkjiA/S220/sandra+102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13933818.post-2153030329090058805</id><published>2010-02-01T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:37:51.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMENTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/S2cDNGCuzUI/AAAAAAAAAWE/aP72srLsguI/s1600-h/ceu4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433314998941044034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/S2cDNGCuzUI/AAAAAAAAAWE/aP72srLsguI/s400/ceu4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Nada neste mundo nos pertence".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"As coisas materiais nunca foram realmente nossas" - Eram da terra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RECORDACOES : Pertenciam ao tempo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TALENTOS: Eram das circunstancias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMIGOS, FAMILIA : Pertenciam ao caminho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARIDO ,MULHER E FILHOS: Pertenciam ao coracao.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOSSO CORPO: Ao po.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A ALMA: era de Deus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A unica coisa que nos pertence, e o momento vivido, esse sim ,era nosso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIVA O MELHOR POSSIVEL SEUS MOMENTOS, ELES SAO SOMENTE SEUS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&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/13933818-2153030329090058805?l=ceuterramar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/feeds/2153030329090058805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13933818&amp;postID=2153030329090058805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/2153030329090058805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/2153030329090058805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/2010/02/momentos.html' title='MOMENTOS'/><author><name>car&amp;amp;san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228328478429496285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpP9MoDMm4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/fnJYdRbkjiA/S220/sandra+102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/S2cDNGCuzUI/AAAAAAAAAWE/aP72srLsguI/s72-c/ceu4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13933818.post-5198206026460183608</id><published>2010-01-12T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T04:53:25.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESCOLHAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/S0xwhX3Qj8I/AAAAAAAAAV8/WRO10LwahT8/s1600-h/roads_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425835369718386626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/S0xwhX3Qj8I/AAAAAAAAAV8/WRO10LwahT8/s400/roads_008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Estamos nesta vida por causa de ESCOLHAS, escolhas de nossos pais que tambem foram escolhidos pelos seus e assim por diante. As vezes ficamos mal vendo pessoas mais realizadas que nos e nos sentimos injusticados, nao e injustica, sao ESCOLHAS certas. A unica diferenca entre uma pessoa realizada e a outra nao, e a sabedoria na hora de fazer uma escolha, escolha certa no momento certo = relizacao. Temos que saber escolher. Sempre temos mais do que uma opcao a seguir, isso a vida nos da, o caminho escolhido, nos nos damos.&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/13933818-5198206026460183608?l=ceuterramar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/feeds/5198206026460183608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13933818&amp;postID=5198206026460183608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/5198206026460183608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/5198206026460183608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/2010/01/escolhas.html' title='ESCOLHAS'/><author><name>car&amp;amp;san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228328478429496285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpP9MoDMm4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/fnJYdRbkjiA/S220/sandra+102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/S0xwhX3Qj8I/AAAAAAAAAV8/WRO10LwahT8/s72-c/roads_008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13933818.post-6460360817993718646</id><published>2009-08-28T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T06:17:41.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O SOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpfY3fTP-sI/AAAAAAAAAV0/zsgYOTXrz6s/s1600-h/sol1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375003128096619202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpfY3fTP-sI/AAAAAAAAAV0/zsgYOTXrz6s/s400/sol1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E viva ele O SOL, lindo , maravilhoso, iluminado, quentinho, beleza , saude e muitas otras cositas mas. Bem vindo senhor SOL.&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/13933818-6460360817993718646?l=ceuterramar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/feeds/6460360817993718646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13933818&amp;postID=6460360817993718646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/6460360817993718646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/6460360817993718646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-sol.html' title='O SOL'/><author><name>car&amp;amp;san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228328478429496285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpP9MoDMm4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/fnJYdRbkjiA/S220/sandra+102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpfY3fTP-sI/AAAAAAAAAV0/zsgYOTXrz6s/s72-c/sol1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13933818.post-5296388153322771489</id><published>2009-08-26T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T06:34:07.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INJUSTICAAAAAAAAA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpU5t5w3HBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/PGuGT4rOhOA/s1600-h/golden-599-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374265191099210770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpU5t5w3HBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/PGuGT4rOhOA/s400/golden-599-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;E isso e justo? Eu nao consegui nem comprar ainda o meu de LATINHA e esse tem um de OURO!!! ( a inveja pode matar D.Sandra.) Ai,Ai...&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/13933818-5296388153322771489?l=ceuterramar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/feeds/5296388153322771489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13933818&amp;postID=5296388153322771489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/5296388153322771489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/5296388153322771489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/2009/08/injusticaaaaaaaaa.html' title='INJUSTICAAAAAAAAA!!!'/><author><name>car&amp;amp;san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228328478429496285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpP9MoDMm4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/fnJYdRbkjiA/S220/sandra+102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpU5t5w3HBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/PGuGT4rOhOA/s72-c/golden-599-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13933818.post-4524100602512796741</id><published>2009-08-25T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:06:16.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPERMERCADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpQ2CUPgIXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ZRiouV5VCS4/s1600-h/sup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373979668781212018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpQ2CUPgIXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ZRiouV5VCS4/s400/sup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A paciencia que temos que levar quando vamos fazer compras num super.Hoje fui e para o meu azar estava com um pouquinho de pressa, pra que? Basta ter pressa que a coisa nao anda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Na fila (que ja nao estava tao curta), uma cliente depois de consegjuir passar todas as suas compras pela caixa que tambem nao era nada rapida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Senhora sua compra deu .....rais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Depois de um tempao procurando o cartao, (que ja deveria esta na sua mao!!!), ela o encontrou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Posso parcelar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Nao senhora...( e a fila aumentando e a minha paciencia diminuindo consideravelmente)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Por que nao?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Nao parcelamos mais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Vou ter que te dar outro cartao...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-ok&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Mais um tempo , o tempo dela, porque o meu ja era...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Eis o cartao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Sua senha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Senha? Nao me lembro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- A senhora tem que ter uma senha para o cartao..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Ha! Lembrei...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nessas alturas a fila ja estava enorme, todo mundo bufando e eu tambem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finalmente , o cartao passou, so que com tudo isso , ela nao tinha empacotado nada e ai comecou a empacotar com toda a calma (haja paciencia, meu Deus!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois com a mesma calma comecou a retirar as sacolas do balcao.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As vezes a gente faz tudo para nao brigar, mas e preciso ter muuuuuuitaaaaa paciencia!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&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/13933818-4524100602512796741?l=ceuterramar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/feeds/4524100602512796741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13933818&amp;postID=4524100602512796741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/4524100602512796741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/4524100602512796741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/2009/08/supermercado.html' title='SUPERMERCADO'/><author><name>car&amp;amp;san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228328478429496285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpP9MoDMm4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/fnJYdRbkjiA/S220/sandra+102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpQ2CUPgIXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ZRiouV5VCS4/s72-c/sup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13933818.post-1296214216607931800</id><published>2009-08-25T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:27:22.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpQCyqVMUtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SBCqekG-BiQ/s1600-h/star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373923324739736274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpQCyqVMUtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SBCqekG-BiQ/s400/star.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;" A vida e uma viagem na qual as vezes andamos na luz, e outras vezes nas sombras"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Joseph M. Marshall III )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A vida e assim mesmo. Nao podemos mudar o tempo de luz e o tempo de sombras, o que podemos mudar e a maneira de como passarmos por esses tempos. Na luz, temos que aproveitar o maximo, dar gracas, apreciar o que temos e ser feliz com isso.Melhorar, sempre.Sonhar, sempre, mas com os pes no chao, viver somente de sonhos , nao nos deixa apreciar o que temos. No tempo das sombras - serenidade, fe e sabedoria para passarmos bem por esse periodo. Ele passa, e da maneira que vamos passar determinara como vamos estar quando a porta se abrir novamente.Falar e facil, viver e mais dificil, eu sei. Mas a vida e uma viagem e temos que saber aproveita-la.Ponha mais luz em sua vida. Um bom dia e uma boa viagem a todos.&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/13933818-1296214216607931800?l=ceuterramar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/feeds/1296214216607931800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13933818&amp;postID=1296214216607931800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/1296214216607931800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/1296214216607931800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/2009/08/vida.html' title='A VIDA'/><author><name>car&amp;amp;san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228328478429496285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpP9MoDMm4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/fnJYdRbkjiA/S220/sandra+102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpQCyqVMUtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SBCqekG-BiQ/s72-c/star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13933818.post-2008249459567725240</id><published>2009-08-02T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:51:17.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O TEMPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SnX8L6YGFxI/AAAAAAAAAUw/cP_RqApsfxI/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365471812660893458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SnX8L6YGFxI/AAAAAAAAAUw/cP_RqApsfxI/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sei que a chuva e importante para o equilibrio da natureza, para as plantinhas, as aves, rios e etc. Sei de tudo isso, mas eu nao estava mais aguentando tanta chuva por aqui, dormia-se com chuva e acordava com ela e por ai ia o dia todo por varios dias. Quando acordava e olhava o tempo la fora, nao tinha vontade de me levantar da cama, mas...o tempo melhorou!!! Viva o SOL!!! Ele esteve por aqui hoje, deu uma passadinha meio sem graca, mas estava la! Todo mundo saiu para caminhar e desenferrujar,he,he.Foi um bom domingo, apesar de que no final da tarde, parecia que a chuva estava querendo voltar, mas nao caiu, e a noite esta agradavel. Bom,muito bom.Cidade de praia com chuva, nao tem graca nenhuma, nao e?&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/13933818-2008249459567725240?l=ceuterramar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/feeds/2008249459567725240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13933818&amp;postID=2008249459567725240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/2008249459567725240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/2008249459567725240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-tempo.html' title='O TEMPO'/><author><name>car&amp;amp;san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228328478429496285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpP9MoDMm4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/fnJYdRbkjiA/S220/sandra+102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SnX8L6YGFxI/AAAAAAAAAUw/cP_RqApsfxI/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13933818.post-2602823899370218129</id><published>2009-07-06T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:20:46.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAOMINHADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Ontem , domingo , foi dia da "caominhada" aqui em Santos.Nunca tive a curiosidade de ir  ver porque acreditava que era uma coisa barulhenta e confusa, pos bem, desta vez fui e ADOREI, pareceia que os caes sabiam que eles eram as estrelas do dia. Cada cao mais lindo que o outro , com roupinhas, chapeus e outros complementos. Vi um cao, que depois fiquei muito chateada por nao ter levado minha maquina , esse cao estava na porta de um mercadinho esperando o seu dono que havia entrado para comprar algo.Ele ficava na porta todo vestido e enfeitado e todo mundo que entrava passava a mao na cabeca dele e ele pareceia que estava entendendo a sua importancia, abanava o rabo para todos e pedia elogios...que gracinha...ERA LINDO, e fez o meu domingo lindo tambem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13933818-2602823899370218129?l=ceuterramar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/feeds/2602823899370218129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13933818&amp;postID=2602823899370218129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/2602823899370218129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/2602823899370218129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/2009/07/caominhada.html' title='CAOMINHADA'/><author><name>car&amp;amp;san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228328478429496285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpP9MoDMm4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/fnJYdRbkjiA/S220/sandra+102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13933818.post-5514034430952893131</id><published>2009-06-25T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:40:23.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A IDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hoje li a noticia da morte de Farrah Fawcett, atriz que ficou famosa sendo uma das meninas do "Charlie".Nao achamos a morte justa quando ela nos leva alguem , que na nossa compreenssao nao deveria estar indo.Ainda nao sabemos lidar com a morte, deveriamos compreender , que , quem se foi, esta apenas um pouco adiantada que nos.Todos vamos para a mesma viagem, uns vao jovens, outros velhos, outros doentes, outros de boa saude mas sofrem um acidente, outros, alguem os tira a vida, mas todos vamos.Espero que esse ser esteja descancando em paz, tenho a certeza que nao esta mais sofrendo de dores,esta livre. Va em paz, espero que esteja com Deus e que Ele a receba em seus bracos. ADEUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13933818-5514034430952893131?l=ceuterramar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/feeds/5514034430952893131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13933818&amp;postID=5514034430952893131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/5514034430952893131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/5514034430952893131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/2009/06/ida.html' title='A IDA'/><author><name>car&amp;amp;san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228328478429496285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpP9MoDMm4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/fnJYdRbkjiA/S220/sandra+102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13933818.post-9203121147320458871</id><published>2009-06-19T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T05:54:42.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LILI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SjuKhjZdIcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/lbUNei4bSOI/s1600-h/sandra+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349021291474919874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SjuKhjZdIcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/lbUNei4bSOI/s400/sandra+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Vejam so que linda que e a LILI, um dos meus presentes de Deus. &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/13933818-9203121147320458871?l=ceuterramar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/feeds/9203121147320458871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13933818&amp;postID=9203121147320458871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/9203121147320458871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/9203121147320458871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/2009/06/lili.html' title='LILI'/><author><name>car&amp;amp;san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228328478429496285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpP9MoDMm4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/fnJYdRbkjiA/S220/sandra+102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SjuKhjZdIcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/lbUNei4bSOI/s72-c/sandra+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13933818.post-3172127052007944220</id><published>2009-06-19T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T05:51:26.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O PRESENTE DE DEUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje recebi um e-mail sobre o presente que Deus nos da todos os dias. Ao acordarmos e nos sentirmos vivos, ai esta o presente de Deus, a VIDA. As vezes esse dia de vida nos reserve coisas nao muito agradaveis, problemas, dores, magoas, mas temos que abrir sempre o "presente", se o que esta dentro do pacote nao nos agrada,sabemos que amanha, havera outro pacote, e assim por diante, temos que desembrulhar com fe e saber que todos esses presentes, nos agradando ou nao, sao de Deus e Ele so Ele sabe o que esta fazendo.DEUS NAO NOS DA O QUE QUEREMOS E SIM O QUE PRECISAMOS. Um bom dia, esperando que o seu presente de hoje seja maravilhoso! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13933818-3172127052007944220?l=ceuterramar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/feeds/3172127052007944220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13933818&amp;postID=3172127052007944220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/3172127052007944220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/3172127052007944220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-presente-de-deus.html' title='O PRESENTE DE DEUS'/><author><name>car&amp;amp;san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228328478429496285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpP9MoDMm4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/fnJYdRbkjiA/S220/sandra+102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13933818.post-6532713348504641336</id><published>2009-06-14T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:38:46.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REVIRAVOLTAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SjV746F7nKI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5Yv8MhDf3g0/s1600-h/sandra+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347316350169357474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SjV746F7nKI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5Yv8MhDf3g0/s400/sandra+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ca estamos nos outra vez, mudando, andando, parando e sendo feliz.E isso que conta, temos obrigacao de nos fazer feliz! As mudancas trazem tristezas, derrotas, saudades mas , se fizermos isso, olhando pra frente, estamos caminhando, colocando um pe na frente do outro...andando. Estou feliz, recomecando e fazendo dos meus momentos, momentos de felicidades. Nao posso dizer que ancorei, isso so Deus sabe, mas ,no momento e aqui que desejo ficar e daqui, partir para novas escolhas. SOU FELIZ !!!&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/13933818-6532713348504641336?l=ceuterramar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/feeds/6532713348504641336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13933818&amp;postID=6532713348504641336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/6532713348504641336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/6532713348504641336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/2009/06/reviravoltas.html' title='REVIRAVOLTAS'/><author><name>car&amp;amp;san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228328478429496285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpP9MoDMm4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/fnJYdRbkjiA/S220/sandra+102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SjV746F7nKI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5Yv8MhDf3g0/s72-c/sandra+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13933818.post-7517085202053192149</id><published>2009-01-07T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:21:16.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SWUAlJ2Gy7I/AAAAAAAAAUM/5puZBKiufWQ/s1600-h/Luzes+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288633975714532274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SWUAlJ2Gy7I/AAAAAAAAAUM/5puZBKiufWQ/s400/Luzes+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;FELIZ ANO NOVO!&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/13933818-7517085202053192149?l=ceuterramar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/feeds/7517085202053192149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13933818&amp;postID=7517085202053192149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/7517085202053192149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13933818/posts/default/7517085202053192149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceuterramar.blogspot.com/2009/01/feliz-2009.html' title='FELIZ 2009!'/><author><name>car&amp;amp;san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228328478429496285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SpP9MoDMm4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/fnJYdRbkjiA/S220/sandra+102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5VYzisgJ2s/SWUAlJ2Gy7I/AAAAAAAAAUM/5puZBKiufWQ/s72-c/Luzes+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
