<?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-6481576164257460363</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:35:10.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem Vindo'</title><subtitle type='html'>"O Sol nasce para todos, só não sabe quem não quer"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-8839874483873249846</id><published>2011-12-11T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T05:16:49.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEMPRE ACONTECE'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I9k3jRaMW_0/TuStHqnrv9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2aNqBXwZRAA/s1600/desabafo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I9k3jRaMW_0/TuStHqnrv9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2aNqBXwZRAA/s1600/desabafo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu pensei que jamais sentiria algo assim novamente, é impressionante. Ora eu me alegro de saber que o motivo desse tal sentimento é porque tenho alguém comigo, alguém que eu goste, ame, adore, curta. Ora, eu sinto uma dor muita grande, pois, são coisas involuntárias que da minha cabeça saem com uma força extrema, e só faz me maltratar... Temos um Deus que sabe de todas as coisas, e esse tal sentimento não provem do Pai. Todos somos fortes, e conseguimos sempre o que queremos, o segredo é sempre batalhar pelo mesmo. A confiança é a base de tudo, e tenho certeza que a minha confiança supera todos os sentimentos, só não supera o amor que sinto por você! &lt;b&gt;Eu te amo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rossitti;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-8839874483873249846?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/8839874483873249846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2011/12/sempre-acontece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/8839874483873249846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/8839874483873249846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2011/12/sempre-acontece.html' title='SEMPRE ACONTECE&apos;'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I9k3jRaMW_0/TuStHqnrv9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2aNqBXwZRAA/s72-c/desabafo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-7391413879988365227</id><published>2011-08-20T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T17:34:58.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FORMA DE AGIR'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u4VbVEgx-y0/TlBSU1fx3II/AAAAAAAAAGM/jWnHazdHvTY/s1600/Slug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u4VbVEgx-y0/TlBSU1fx3II/AAAAAAAAAGM/jWnHazdHvTY/s320/Slug.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Como saber a forma certa de agir? O momento certo? São dúvidas que não saem do pensamento. Fui me envolvendo, e assim, a vontade de te conhecer e te querer próxima de mim também se envolveu. Acho graça quando imagino como é que pude me deixar levar por tal &lt;u&gt;sentimento&lt;/u&gt;, logo eu, que &lt;u&gt;dizia não ter&lt;/u&gt; tanto. Seu jeito me faz bem, seu sorriso me basta, sua risada me dá até vontade de não ir embora, e olha que por ser ansioso, penso sempre na hora de partir... Não sei o que acontece, seu perfume entra na mente junto a todos esses pensamentos, e então já não sei mais o que há... é psicológico? Estou ficando louco? rs' Que nada, é apenas&lt;i&gt; Deus&lt;/i&gt; agindo mais uma vez em prol de um benefício a mim... É certo fazer com que as coisas fluam, lembrando que, percebamos sempre se estamos agradando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rossitti;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-7391413879988365227?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/7391413879988365227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2011/08/forma-de-agir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/7391413879988365227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/7391413879988365227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2011/08/forma-de-agir.html' title='FORMA DE AGIR&apos;'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u4VbVEgx-y0/TlBSU1fx3II/AAAAAAAAAGM/jWnHazdHvTY/s72-c/Slug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-8359478615265727961</id><published>2011-03-20T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T17:13:24.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FORA DE FOCO'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ADLnOvEKAFE/TYaX9IPBbwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KNx9eNRXukI/s1600/Fora+de+Foco%2527.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ADLnOvEKAFE/TYaX9IPBbwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KNx9eNRXukI/s320/Fora+de+Foco%2527.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;' Por que tem vezes em que prestamos atenção nas coisas, porém, mesmo assim existe algo que parece nos impedir de entender&lt;b&gt;?!&lt;/b&gt; Por que prestamos atenção em coisas banais, e quando é pra ser sério, não damos ouvidos&lt;b&gt;?!&lt;/b&gt; Tem certas conversas, assuntos, que nos interessam por serem de nosso próprio entendimento... Mas quando é que vamos parar e abrir a cabeça para novos conhecimentos&lt;b&gt;?!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;É tão simples... Alguns cansam de ouvir aquela história: Que Deus nos deu &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;UMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; boca para falar, porém, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOIS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; ouvidos para que ouçamos mais... Há milhares de coisas que nos chamam a atenção. &lt;b&gt;Falar da beleza alheia, comentar sobre o modo de andar e de falar, as coisas como são...&lt;/b&gt; Mas antes de tudo isso, temos de &lt;u&gt;olhar para nós próprios&lt;/u&gt; e fazer essa auto-análise... Já pensou o que podem estar pensando de você agora&lt;b&gt;?!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pois é... Melhor ficar atento... &lt;i&gt;rs'&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não tenho me focado muito nas coisas importantes, nas obrigações, no trabalho, e isso, acaba ficando "&lt;i&gt;massante&lt;/i&gt;" e acumula com o tempo... Quando menos fui perceber, passei dias fazendo trabalhos, que poderia ter terminado conforme os dias e&amp;nbsp;horários&amp;nbsp;livres... Não quero dizer aqui, que tenhamos de parecer robôs... Qual é o ser humano que viveria assim... Mas que tenhamos responsabilidade com as coisas que nos são concedidas&lt;b&gt;!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rossitti ;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-8359478615265727961?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/8359478615265727961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2011/03/fora-de-foco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/8359478615265727961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/8359478615265727961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2011/03/fora-de-foco.html' title='FORA DE FOCO&apos;'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ADLnOvEKAFE/TYaX9IPBbwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KNx9eNRXukI/s72-c/Fora+de+Foco%2527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-467138720778305822</id><published>2011-03-02T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T18:00:22.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melhores Momentos'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-v14ZFdK6MsY/TW71hHI44kI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fFYQ1ytAgfQ/s1600/Companheirismo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-v14ZFdK6MsY/TW71hHI44kI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fFYQ1ytAgfQ/s1600/Companheirismo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' Nossa vida é sempre cheia de muitas novidades. Mesmo para aqueles que se queixam de tédio. Os desgastes da vida corrida, são um empecilho, para nos impedir de ficar bem, animados, inspirados... Mas, no dia-a-dia, temos aquelas pessoas que só de estar perto, já faz um bem tamanho! Ter alguém que faça aquelas piadas, as vezes sem graça pela manhã, não tem preço. Aquele sorriso lindo e singelo que doam, quando se quer, esperava... Aquele abraço apertado, com uma ponta de carinho... Aquele conselho, que as vezes precisamos e nem damos ouvido... Valorizar essa amizade, esse carinho é o que tem pra hoje.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Para que não tenhamos motivos para queixas no futuro:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Poxa, eu era feliz e não sabia"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Curta&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Sorria&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Abrace&lt;/span&gt; e além de tudo, saiba &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Rossitti ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-v14ZFdK6MsY/TW71hHI44kI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fFYQ1ytAgfQ/s1600/Companheirismo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-467138720778305822?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/467138720778305822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2011/03/melhores-momentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/467138720778305822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/467138720778305822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2011/03/melhores-momentos.html' title='Melhores Momentos&apos;'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-v14ZFdK6MsY/TW71hHI44kI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fFYQ1ytAgfQ/s72-c/Companheirismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-5531413199129838593</id><published>2011-01-31T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:24:30.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta à rotina'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TUdSfasCirI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mNTzu6t75t0/s1600/vale_a_pena_ver_235px.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TUdSfasCirI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mNTzu6t75t0/s1600/vale_a_pena_ver_235px.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;' Depois de longos dias de férias, que por sinal, passaram voando... Volto a minha rotina, de estudar e trabalhar. É confortante, poder trabalhar e estudar. Mas, também é bom descansar dias, sem esquentar a cabeça com problemas e estresses das responsabilidades. As vezes imaginamos, como seria bom trabalhar, e ter o próprio dinheiro, ser independente... Porém, aproveitar a vida do jeito que é, com as coisas que recebemos... podem ser pequenas, mas com grande valor... Sem reclamar das poucas obrigações. É a melhor coisa a fazer! Nada é no nosso tempo, e sim no tempo Dele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Agora basta eu me adaptar no habitat natural... &lt;b&gt;rs*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Rossitti ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-5531413199129838593?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/5531413199129838593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2011/01/de-volta-rotina.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/5531413199129838593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/5531413199129838593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2011/01/de-volta-rotina.html' title='De volta à rotina&apos;'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TUdSfasCirI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mNTzu6t75t0/s72-c/vale_a_pena_ver_235px.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-8931101375855532208</id><published>2011-01-08T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T08:04:18.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destino, aí vou eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TSiK2m0lP1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/vCQapsSfXYA/s1600/viagem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TSiK2m0lP1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/vCQapsSfXYA/s1600/viagem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vou partir às 4 da manhã desse domingo dia 9... Começando a curtir a estrada e os verdes do Brasil. Primeira parada em &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guaraparí - ES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, depois &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porto Seguro - BA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, entre &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;outros lugares&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; maravilhosos... Mas com o coração apertado, mesmo que seja uma viagem de alguns dias, já sinto saudades de alguns que na minha vida estão presentes diariamente... São quilometros de aventura e emoção. Já fazem 12 anos que não vou para &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fortaleza - CE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Então, devo de aproveitar cada segundo, para quando voltar, ficar com a sensação de "missão cumprida"... Deixo meu abraço para todos vocês, e junto com meu abraço um pouquinho de inveja' rs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rossitti ;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-8931101375855532208?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/8931101375855532208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2011/01/destino-ai-vou-eu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/8931101375855532208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/8931101375855532208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2011/01/destino-ai-vou-eu.html' title='Destino, aí vou eu...'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TSiK2m0lP1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/vCQapsSfXYA/s72-c/viagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-7424092874537481702</id><published>2010-12-08T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T12:46:51.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTO EM VOCÊ'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Depois de quase um mês, estou de volta... O motivo? Até sei, mas não é conveniente citar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;' É só pensar em você que o calor me domina, mas sei dizer o que sinto, mas fazia um tempo que não me sentia assim... Até pareço perder os sentidos... Ao te encontrar, fico bobo, meu corpo sua, rio a toa. Nos meus pensamentos pareço estar viajando e em qualquer lugar que eu vá, lá está você. Enfim, sinto uma alegria imensa. Mas tenho receio de expor tal sentimento. Por conta de já passar por isso, e também por futuras confusões!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- O segredo é viver a vida, e "deixar arder", pois quanto mais nos preocuparmos, mais deixaremos de vivê-la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_ulEKjgqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/i-5j52xnzpU/s1600/homem_confuso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_ulEKjgqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/i-5j52xnzpU/s320/homem_confuso.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rossitti;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-7424092874537481702?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/7424092874537481702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/12/pensamento-em-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/7424092874537481702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/7424092874537481702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/12/pensamento-em-voce.html' title='PENSAMENTO EM VOCÊ&apos;'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_ulEKjgqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/i-5j52xnzpU/s72-c/homem_confuso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-6010150315823570254</id><published>2010-11-16T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T17:22:26.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 de Novembro' - AUTOBIOGRAFIA'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje é dia de postar, mesmo sem muita criatividade... Há 17 anos atrás, aproximadamente as 18:00hs, nasceu um menino, cujo nome era Jean Camurça Rossitti... Diz a mãe que tinha olho "puxadinho" quando criança, cabelo "arrepiadinho", que não parava quieto.. Correndo, ora pra cá, ora pra lá... Os anos, foram se passando, e as responsabilidades o acompanhando. E nessa brincadeira, muitas experiências e histórias se passaram, mas sempre deixam marcas... Amizades, amores, conquistas, obstáculos, entre outras coisas... São coisas que jamais esquecera, sendo que foram verdadeiras! Hoje, com o pensamento que tem, sabe que tem muito para aprender, porém, ja pode ser considerado o rapaz mais contente do mundo... Por ter tudo que tem e conquistou... Parabéns ;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TOMuHxI9SrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/A5pDtQGTPzY/s1600/DSCI0670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TOMuHxI9SrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/A5pDtQGTPzY/s320/DSCI0670.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jean Rossitti'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-6010150315823570254?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/6010150315823570254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/11/16-de-novembro-autobiografia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/6010150315823570254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/6010150315823570254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/11/16-de-novembro-autobiografia.html' title='16 de Novembro&apos; - AUTOBIOGRAFIA&apos;'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TOMuHxI9SrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/A5pDtQGTPzY/s72-c/DSCI0670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-6231776503714929</id><published>2010-11-11T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T16:53:11.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O TREM'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dezenas, centenas, milhares de pessoas utilizam do transporte coletivo. Vou citar o TREM... Pois é algo que muitos criticam, até mesmo eu... Nos horários de pico, é que os incovenientes acontecem. Vão chegando pessoas de todos os lados mais próximos daquela estação, de todos os tipos, e os vagões ja sem espaço, caminham cada vez mais sufocantes... E nessa viagem sempre tem um passageiro preferencial, e por conta da ignorancia e "amentalidade" de uns que&amp;nbsp;olhavam, parecendo não ter capacidade ou coragem de pedir...&amp;nbsp;me senti na obrigação de falar para que cedessem o assento para uma mulher que aparentava cansaço, e segurava uma garotinha que no mínimo tinha uns 2 anos... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Um dia, pode ser que esteja exausto, e que não tenha possibilidade de repousar naquele momento... Todavia, não se esqueça que sempre existirá alguém que necessita mais que você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TNyPYZn09ZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vjwduncBta8/s1600/trem2_34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TNyPYZn09ZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vjwduncBta8/s320/trem2_34.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rossitti ;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-6231776503714929?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/6231776503714929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-trem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/6231776503714929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/6231776503714929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-trem.html' title='O TREM&apos;'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TNyPYZn09ZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vjwduncBta8/s72-c/trem2_34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-1725365466749245459</id><published>2010-11-02T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T17:21:57.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A VIAGEM'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre que falamos de viagem, pensamos em lugares longes, belos, onde chegando no destino, deitar-se para ler um livro, ou curtir aquela piscina é a primeira coisa que vem a cabeça... Viajar sentido a praia, numa época onde não há muito movimento, chega ser gostoso, porém estranho... Sem conversas, risadas, crianças cavando buracos... Onde o mar fica "praticamente" só pra você... A claridade do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, fica no ponto ideal, de não maltratá-lo, e sim só ajudar na curtição... Passar um tempo com quem gostamos, também nos faz bem... Aquelas gargalhadas, onde a graça é saber que nada ali faz sentido... Na hora de dormir, a&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; Lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; entrando pela janela, e sem coragem de levantar-se para encostar as venezianas... Ficamos a apreciar aquele fenômeno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Não viaje somente para lugares&amp;nbsp;longe, mas viaje consigo mesmo, desfrute da sua capacidade de imaginação e se prepare para uma longa estrada!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TNCqg0nonwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XikPH3lQUvQ/s1600/7236praia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TNCqg0nonwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XikPH3lQUvQ/s320/7236praia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Rossitti ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-1725365466749245459?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/1725365466749245459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/11/viagem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/1725365466749245459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/1725365466749245459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/11/viagem.html' title='A VIAGEM&apos;'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TNCqg0nonwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XikPH3lQUvQ/s72-c/7236praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-8646756479968497511</id><published>2010-10-30T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T10:22:53.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEM-ESTAR'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Estar bem consigo mesmo, é se olhar no espelho e ficar satisfeito com o que vê... Sorrir para os outros sem ligar para o que estão pensando sobre o seu carisma... Só se sentiras bem e feliz, quando enxergar o proximo feliz... Na vida não vivemos para nós, mas sim para o mundo, sem esquecer das coisas que aprendemos, e as aprendizagens que hão de vir... Sobre o bem-estar mental, em primeiro plano significa&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;satisfação com a vida, e um componente afetivo chamado FELICIDADE* &lt;/b&gt;São fenomenos distintos, mas que em nossa vida, tem uma ligação imensa, onde não existir as mesmas, não haverá BEM - ESTAR'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Sinta-se bem, cuide-se, e o principal de tudo... 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/8646756479968497511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/8646756479968497511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/10/bem-estar.html' title='BEM-ESTAR&apos;'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TMxUEzMFPsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ktRgnn0gBIA/s72-c/dicas-saude-bem-estar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-89743539437517699</id><published>2010-10-23T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T16:44:46.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIVERSÃO'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TMNzXtMmFJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QFGJ1CC87OY/s1600/1413diversao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TMNzXtMmFJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QFGJ1CC87OY/s200/1413diversao.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;DIVERSÃO: Faz um tempo que não sabia o significado disso... Mas parei pra pensar. Só nos divertimos quando estamos com aqueles com que realmente nos damos bem, gostamos, temos uma afinidade. Estive hoje no parque de diversão com meu irmão, que faz aniversário... Foi gostoso, não havia enxergado o quanto ele se alegra. As vezes somos frios com as pessoas, e sem perceber acabamos magoando, não por maldade, mas, por ser assim. As vezes naquele dia exaustivo, estressante, onde tudo pareceu dar errado, queremos ficar sozinho, tudo é motivo para ignorar alguém. Mas na verdade, temos de respirar fundo, e relaxar, pois nem mesmo você tem culpa de estar assim...&amp;nbsp;Pense bem, não seja seco, desfrute... DIVIRTA-SE'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rossitti;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-89743539437517699?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/89743539437517699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/10/diversao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/89743539437517699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/89743539437517699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/10/diversao.html' title='DIVERSÃO&apos;'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TMNzXtMmFJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QFGJ1CC87OY/s72-c/1413diversao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-9057644786170235249</id><published>2010-10-19T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T17:47:06.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A PERDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Venho postar a pedidos que uma linda amiga. Quando perdemos alguém, ficamos pensando, até nos torturando no que poderiamos ter feito para que nao acontecesse... Se soubessemos ler o futuro, e adivinhar quem sairia de nossas vidas de repente... Auxiliar, ajudar, curtir todos os momentos possíveis... Mas creio que , a lei da vida é essa... Sem menos esperar, nos levam um ente, amigo, colega... Sem dar tempo se quer de se despedir... Lembro do meu querido avô, que a ultima coisa em que fizemos juntos, foi almoçar... E com ele sempre reclamando do feijão que tinha dado aquela queimadinha, rs* ' Momentos bons e ao mesmo tempo triste... Vivam o quanto podem, e curtam como se fosse o ultimo dia de vossas vidas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TL48Ajrz7MI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zCey2nyO1QY/s1600/s320x240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TL48Ajrz7MI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zCey2nyO1QY/s1600/s320x240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rossitti ;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-9057644786170235249?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/9057644786170235249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/10/perda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/9057644786170235249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/9057644786170235249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/10/perda.html' title='A PERDA'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TL48Ajrz7MI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zCey2nyO1QY/s72-c/s320x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-9134919332260627830</id><published>2010-10-11T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:14:41.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Admiração Anônima</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TLPCj3-W5QI/AAAAAAAAAEE/O7gbgHp0MsI/s1600/1-anonimo-famoso-oow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TLPCj3-W5QI/AAAAAAAAAEE/O7gbgHp0MsI/s200/1-anonimo-famoso-oow.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Admiração&lt;/b&gt;, é um s&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;entimento de prazer, de respeito, experimentado diante daquilo que é belo e bom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mesmo que confuso, chega ser engraçado... Não sei quem me escreveu tal mensagem, elogios e verdades que nem se quer esperava... "Interessante, legal, fofo, coração puro e sem maldade... entre outras coisas que chegam a emocionar..." Fico contente de saber que faço parte de uma vida... São tantas qualidades, mas creio que quem escreveu, também é dessa forma "encantadora e um ser cativante", pois a gente deseja no próximo o que somos ou queremos para nós. Defeitos nós temos, por isso existem os pontos de melhoria... Gostaria muito de saber quem escreveu, mas não vou fazer perseguição, logo vai aparecer! Lembrando que, fico confuso, são poucos que acompanham meu blog, ou que eu saiba... Cuide-se, e obrigado por tudo que disse e que sente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Rossitti ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-9134919332260627830?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/9134919332260627830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/10/admiracao-anonima.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/9134919332260627830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/9134919332260627830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/10/admiracao-anonima.html' title='Admiração Anônima'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TLPCj3-W5QI/AAAAAAAAAEE/O7gbgHp0MsI/s72-c/1-anonimo-famoso-oow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-7640757770482852224</id><published>2010-10-09T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T06:53:52.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manhã Incrível!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TLBz2r3hAPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0MOBtqB34HI/s1600/383904325_cc6326185c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TLBz2r3hAPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0MOBtqB34HI/s320/383904325_cc6326185c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje, logo pela manhã, fui caminhar e correr, para espairecer... Foi o momento em que a maior parte do tempo fiquei sozinho, e mesmo tentando procurar soluções para meus problemas, não consegui... Na minha cabeça não se passava os mesmos... Estava me sentindo tão bem, que pude aquele momento me sentir em paz, sossegado, sem problema algum... É satisfatório, sentar-se num banco e não se preocupar com nada, apenas com o próprio bem estar, seria legal se pudesse praticar isso todas as manhãs, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;uma terapia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;".. garanto que me sentiria muito melhor... Admirar a beleza daquela ave que se banha no lago, o encanto da estação da primavera, a fina garoa refrescando o nosso corpo quente, e mesmo estando la, sem ninguém a acompanhar, existem pessoas que correm ao seu lado, os "companheiros de praça" rs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Rossitti ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-7640757770482852224?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/7640757770482852224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/10/manha-incrivel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/7640757770482852224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/7640757770482852224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/10/manha-incrivel.html' title='Manhã Incrível!'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TLBz2r3hAPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0MOBtqB34HI/s72-c/383904325_cc6326185c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-2379292017152275088</id><published>2010-09-13T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T18:12:18.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTO CONFUSO'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Por que uma hora temos várias opções de escolha, ora nenhuma? Nossas vidas, são feitas de escolhas pessoais, muitas vezes influenciadas... Nos pegamos fazendo escolhas, entre diversos assuntos... Que roupa usar? Verde, azul, ou vermelho? Sair pra onde? Para o shopping, ou ficar na praça? Amigos ou familia? Ser seletivo é algo complexo, não é apenas escolher, mas fazer a escolha certa... Tudo vai depender da mesma... Acarretar&amp;nbsp;conseqüências, por motivo de ter errado, ou até mesmo por descuido... Pode assim, nos ajudar a amadurecer e pensar onde que tudo começou... Não podemos parar de viver também, para sempre pensar no que é certo e errado. Ter uma vida dinâmica e agil, para que não fiquemos para trás.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TI7L4rkkxAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cLmmJkyUj0Q/s1600/escolhas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TI7L4rkkxAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cLmmJkyUj0Q/s320/escolhas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rossitti ;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-2379292017152275088?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/2379292017152275088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/09/pensamento-confuso.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/2379292017152275088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/2379292017152275088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/09/pensamento-confuso.html' title='PENSAMENTO CONFUSO&apos;'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TI7L4rkkxAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cLmmJkyUj0Q/s72-c/escolhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-8368608011729342360</id><published>2010-09-10T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T19:11:29.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CANSAÇO'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TIrkXDTDIyI/AAAAAAAAADw/YLCX8Fybwbk/s1600/cansada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TIrkXDTDIyI/AAAAAAAAADw/YLCX8Fybwbk/s320/cansada.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Chega um ponto do ano, em que o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;cansaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; é mais profundo, onde tudo ja virou rotina, resolve-se os problemas de cor... Como seria bom, se&amp;nbsp;pudéssemos&amp;nbsp;em&amp;nbsp;horário&amp;nbsp;de obrigação fazer sempre as coisas com entusiasmo e vontade, sem se preocupar com a hora, ou com o que tem de fazer depois daquilo...&amp;nbsp;Horários&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;horários, tudo gira em torno do tempo... O corpo entra num ritmo de acordo com a mente... Geralmente, a exaustão chega com o cansaço mental. Passa segunda, um dia comum, porém pesado, por ter acostumado com o repouso do fim de semana. Terça-feira, um dia mais&amp;nbsp;tranqüilo, onde a semana parece ter começado, e se estabilizado. Quarta-feira, praticamente o meio da semana, corpo e mente funcionando em perfeita sintonia. Quinta-feira, pensamento ja no final de semana, o que fazer, onde ir, planos e etc... Sexta-feira, final do dia, todos cansados e com uma feição&amp;nbsp;indescritível... Temos de relaxar a mente, o corpo, fazendo com que, nos sintamos bem todos os dias... Converse consigo mesmo, funciona! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Rossitti ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-8368608011729342360?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/8368608011729342360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/09/cansaco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/8368608011729342360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/8368608011729342360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/09/cansaco.html' title='CANSAÇO&apos;'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TIrkXDTDIyI/AAAAAAAAADw/YLCX8Fybwbk/s72-c/cansada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-7098332176365976777</id><published>2010-09-07T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T17:18:05.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESFORÇO'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TIbVyjVjIFI/AAAAAAAAADo/MY71Kzsbxco/s1600/meu_amigo_meu_irmao.6vn0eje9umsc00gc0w4k8w0ws.801di6u7wqo0w0w8w8coswgk0.th.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="167" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TIbVyjVjIFI/AAAAAAAAADo/MY71Kzsbxco/s200/meu_amigo_meu_irmao.6vn0eje9umsc00gc0w4k8w0ws.801di6u7wqo0w0w8w8coswgk0.th.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Desculpem-me a ausencia, estive sem internet... Mais voltarei a postar assim que possível... Hoje é um dia de folga, feriado de 7 de setembro (Independência do Brasil), meus irmãos trabalham, e fico imaginando:&amp;nbsp; Esse esforço é pelos meus pais... Pois tudo que adquirimos, ajudamos em casa, não tem aquele egoísmo que preza o homem de ser avarento, de ter e não doar, guardar pra si, sem um fim comum... Agradeço a Deus todos os dias aos irmãos, amigos e familiares que tenho, todavia não saberia como agradecer tamanha gratidão... Pessoas certas, colocadas na família certa! &lt;u&gt;Eu amo vocês&lt;/u&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Rossitti ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-7098332176365976777?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/7098332176365976777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/09/esforco.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/7098332176365976777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/7098332176365976777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/09/esforco.html' title='ESFORÇO&apos;'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TIbVyjVjIFI/AAAAAAAAADo/MY71Kzsbxco/s72-c/meu_amigo_meu_irmao.6vn0eje9umsc00gc0w4k8w0ws.801di6u7wqo0w0w8w8coswgk0.th.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-6789522501949783353</id><published>2010-09-02T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:59:40.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TARDE FRUSTRANTE'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TIBWZgezvxI/AAAAAAAAADg/Qewu9aIJSBI/s1600/IMG0416A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TIBWZgezvxI/AAAAAAAAADg/Qewu9aIJSBI/s200/IMG0416A.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nessa tarde, tempo seco, mas ar fresco, foi que me inspirei pra expressar um sentimento diario... Desde o começo da tarde, tenho me sentido um pouco frustrado, o motivo? Ainda não descobri... Deve ser alguma coisa que ficou pra trás, ou algo que cometi que esta errado, mas não sei de fato... Está doendo, mas não consigo demonstrar isso a ninguém, não deixo transparecer, parece que por mais que eu tente, só eu saberia resolver, sem até mesmo envolver um terceiro... Sinto muito a falta de alguém por perto... Nesta rotina exausta, nao passo sequer, 1 ou 2 horas conversando, ou até esfriando a cabeça... Por isso, quando encontro alguém, fico até meio sem jeito de agir normalmente, medo de achar que me entrego&amp;nbsp;rápido, aberto demais, esse cara brincalhão, mas que no fundo sabe o momento certo de falar sério... Final de noite, o cansaço bate mais forte, mas mesmo assim, não deixo de estar presente aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rossitti ;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-6789522501949783353?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/6789522501949783353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/09/tarde-frustrante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/6789522501949783353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/6789522501949783353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/09/tarde-frustrante.html' title='TARDE FRUSTRANTE&apos;'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TIBWZgezvxI/AAAAAAAAADg/Qewu9aIJSBI/s72-c/IMG0416A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-2709802221818040623</id><published>2010-09-01T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T19:45:22.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSOS'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TH8PoVST2AI/AAAAAAAAADY/lCMzggn1kpU/s1600/por-do-sol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TH8PoVST2AI/AAAAAAAAADY/lCMzggn1kpU/s320/por-do-sol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ando todos os dias pela manhã... E é o&amp;nbsp;único&amp;nbsp;tempo que tenho pra pensar mil e uma coisas, nessa hora, encontro com variados tipos de pessoas... Que estão com pressa, aqueles que quase não andam, no celular, assobiando, muitos estilos... Tenho o costume de admirar o &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pôr-do-Sol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, e me encantar... Me impressiono, de como as dias podem ser tão diferentes, começando pelo clima, onde nunca se sabe, se está frio, ou calor, até mesmo fresco... O ar da matina, parece mais fresco, limpando os pulmões e fazendo com que a respiração não fique ofegante... Mesmo que tenhamos problemas repentinos que surgem no começo do dia, que fazem com que acabe com a alegria, disposição, ou até aquela preparação... Não podemos deixar que isso nos atrapalhe, só enxergar como mais uma pedra que se chuta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rossitti ;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-2709802221818040623?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/2709802221818040623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/09/passos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/2709802221818040623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/2709802221818040623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/09/passos.html' title='PASSOS&apos;'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TH8PoVST2AI/AAAAAAAAADY/lCMzggn1kpU/s72-c/por-do-sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-2477896226641474309</id><published>2010-08-31T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T18:45:34.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O VALOR DAS PESSOAS EM SUA VIDA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Acontece muito de você passar uma tarde, com alguém, até um grupo de amigos e pensar, "&lt;b&gt;não viveria sem vocês, acho que só sou feliz por saber que sempre os terei por perto&lt;/b&gt;"... Mas, por causa de algum desentendimento, desavença, acabamos discutindo, até nos distanciamos daquela pessoa... Esquecendo de pensar que, a&amp;nbsp;importância de tê-la&amp;nbsp;ao lado é tão grande, que esse problema nao é nada, e pode ser solucionado com um simples diálogo, gestos simples... sendo que, as duas partes tenham&amp;nbsp;consciência&amp;nbsp;de seu erro!&amp;nbsp;Não podemos largar a mão daquilo que gostamos jamais, pois, quem sabe la na frente nao possamos mais voltar atrás... &lt;i&gt;O que pra você pode parecer simples, para o próximo pode ser essencial!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TH2wE8TYQXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/S0mBq7bRQ1o/s1600/lua-linda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TH2wE8TYQXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/S0mBq7bRQ1o/s320/lua-linda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rossitti ;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6481576164257460363-2477896226641474309?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/2477896226641474309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-valor-das-pessoas-em-sua-vida.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/2477896226641474309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/2477896226641474309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-valor-das-pessoas-em-sua-vida.html' title='O VALOR DAS PESSOAS EM SUA VIDA...'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TH2wE8TYQXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/S0mBq7bRQ1o/s72-c/lua-linda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-3113354292927828135</id><published>2010-08-30T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:27:41.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOFRIMENTO'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sofrer sozinho, é muito doloroso. Mas, as vezes, se faz&amp;nbsp;necessário... É estar bem com o próximo, mas nao saber o que está se passando naquele momento... Certas vezes, são dores até suportáveis, boas de sentir, mas podemos tratar essa sensação como uma prioridade ou um luxo como no Trovadorismo... Tentar sofrer o menos possível é o que temos de fazer, mesmo que seja uma coisa quase&amp;nbsp;impossível... Viver é o que há, não o deixe de fazer ;)'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THxogLYA44I/AAAAAAAAADI/DxWvbAHH5qU/s1600/sofrimento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THxogLYA44I/AAAAAAAAADI/DxWvbAHH5qU/s320/sofrimento.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rossitti ;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-3113354292927828135?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/3113354292927828135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/08/sofrimento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/3113354292927828135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/3113354292927828135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/08/sofrimento.html' title='SOFRIMENTO&apos;'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THxogLYA44I/AAAAAAAAADI/DxWvbAHH5qU/s72-c/sofrimento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-2741350892726676754</id><published>2010-08-29T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T18:16:57.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SER FELIZ'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THsGUTg3kWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OgAgAv-IgjA/s1600/idade-para-ser-feliz1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THsGUTg3kWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OgAgAv-IgjA/s320/idade-para-ser-feliz1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, é estar com quem se ama, partilhar das melhores coisas, rir daquilo só existe graça pra você, estar ali com a certeza que sempre haverá alguém pra acudi-lo... É compartilhar também do sofrimento, tentando de alguma forma ajudar, ou até mesmo em silêncio... um &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;sorriso&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, um &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;olhar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, são muito importantes, porém a presença de quem te ama de verdade é essencial... Não deixe de estar com quem te admira, te olha, te segue, com quem é chato contigo, pois quem é chato ama, e quem ama Cuida! Você é especial pra alguém, lembre-se disso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rossitti ;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-2741350892726676754?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/2741350892726676754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/08/ser-feliz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/2741350892726676754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/2741350892726676754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/08/ser-feliz.html' title='SER FELIZ&apos;'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THsGUTg3kWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OgAgAv-IgjA/s72-c/idade-para-ser-feliz1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-134112614710064063</id><published>2010-08-27T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T20:02:46.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AQUELE DIA'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo acontece naquele dia em que você, já não aguenta mais nada... Corpo e mente cansados, tudo parece girar em torno de erros ou dificuldades, que pressionam a dar errado... Chego até a sentir um mal-estar, pois, parece que naquele momento, nao era pra estar ali de forma alguma... Coisas que vem sem percebermos, e pessoas também que nos ajudam, e quando estamos assim, nao damos o minimo valor... Penso comigo, após prostar-me em descanso, como fui rude, ou até frio demais... As obrigações e preocupações do dia me fazem desgastar, e ainda&amp;nbsp;reflita-rei&amp;nbsp;muito sobre isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THh8EIa7OQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GxL50cQeol0/s1600/preocupado-731105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THh8EIa7OQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GxL50cQeol0/s320/preocupado-731105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rossitti ;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-134112614710064063?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/134112614710064063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/08/aquele-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/134112614710064063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/134112614710064063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/08/aquele-dia.html' title='AQUELE DIA&apos;'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THh8EIa7OQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GxL50cQeol0/s72-c/preocupado-731105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-500360443493728984</id><published>2010-08-26T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T19:19:52.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O OLHAR'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THcgHQoRcvI/AAAAAAAAACw/aNadVFIlnwU/s1600/OLHAR_FEMININO_NO_HORIZONTE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THcgHQoRcvI/AAAAAAAAACw/aNadVFIlnwU/s320/OLHAR_FEMININO_NO_HORIZONTE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seus olhos e seus olhares, milhares de tentações ♫&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;' O Olhar é muito mais, do que uma função fisiológica. É um mundo carregado de sentido. Que seja o mais simples, já demonstra um pouco do sentimento do homem... Há muito mistério num olhar, tipos que são até inaceitáveis, olhar de rancor, olhar feroz, raivoso... Não adianta, querer citar todos os olhares, pois, se o entendermos de outra forma, já muda todo o sentido... Olhar de inocencia que semeia simplicidade pela face da terra, de amor que faz dos que se querem um só... Quem consegue decifrá-los?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rossitti ;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-500360443493728984?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/500360443493728984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-olhar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/500360443493728984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/500360443493728984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-olhar.html' title='O OLHAR&apos;'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THcgHQoRcvI/AAAAAAAAACw/aNadVFIlnwU/s72-c/OLHAR_FEMININO_NO_HORIZONTE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-1554537039263382383</id><published>2010-08-25T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T19:20:03.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRISO'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THXPDUMKSjI/AAAAAAAAACg/DevG2OHkRC4/s1600/UmSorriso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THXPDUMKSjI/AAAAAAAAACg/DevG2OHkRC4/s320/UmSorriso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se alguém sorrir pra você, sorria de volta! Esse gesto pode significar muito, e também é essencial para alguns&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt; Não é de agora que admiramos um &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sorriso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, mas, é a partir de um certo momento que começamos a reparar melhor os traços, existem sorrisos tristes, alegres, frustrados, surpresos... Mas não há &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; mais bonito do que aquele de amor... Sorriso sincero, sem preocupação do que poderá vir, e sim confiante que dará certo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Então sabendo disso, não negue um &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; a ninguém, você mesmo se sentirá melhor. &lt;b&gt;;)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&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/6481576164257460363-1554537039263382383?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/1554537039263382383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/08/sorriso.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/1554537039263382383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/1554537039263382383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/08/sorriso.html' title='SORRISO&apos;'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THXPDUMKSjI/AAAAAAAAACg/DevG2OHkRC4/s72-c/UmSorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-2840563376907797648</id><published>2010-08-24T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T19:57:42.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANJO'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THSGdGUPQPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bF_e6ul1vYM/s1600/04_12_anjo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THSGdGUPQPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bF_e6ul1vYM/s320/04_12_anjo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"Acredito em anjo, pois é, sou o seu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Porque me faz pensar tanto assim em você, não consigo controlar... E também não tenho motivos para evitar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Me sinto tão bem quando te vejo, parece que é necessário...Tento até disfarçar, pra não dar tanto na cara. Mas a alegria é tamanha que quando menos percebo, meus olhos já brilham, e o meu pensamento gira em torno de uma coisa só... Naquele instante tudo para, mesmo sabendo que é SÓ aquele instante (de 15 min.) rs*... Ter sua companhia me contenta, e me sinto inspirado até para fazer&amp;nbsp;de novo&amp;nbsp;as coisas da rotina... Viu a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lua&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; essa noite?!' Pois é, está espetacular. E taí, mas um motivo pra lembrar de ti ! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&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/6481576164257460363-2840563376907797648?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/2840563376907797648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/08/anjo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/2840563376907797648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/2840563376907797648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/08/anjo.html' title='ANJO&apos;'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THSGdGUPQPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bF_e6ul1vYM/s72-c/04_12_anjo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-429657196834347667</id><published>2010-08-23T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:33:25.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEMPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tão complexo, mas é assim, da hora em que desperto, até o momento em que vou repousar, não tenho tempo para meu lazer... Aprendi a dividir meu dia, e comecei agora a perceber que, mesmo nas horas de correria arranjei um tempo pra pensar em você... Rs* parece até engraçado, porque no início não foi&amp;nbsp;propositalmente, foi de repente...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THMvFLz7-vI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZYS-k74MNOY/s1600/tempo-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THMvFLz7-vI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZYS-k74MNOY/s320/tempo-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- É esse tempo, que vai me dizer de fato, quando é que vou poder dizer pra ti, coisas, que pode ser que goste, admire, pode até pensar que sou bobo... Mas saiba que está me fazendo muito bem, e é inevitável não pensar em você.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rossitti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481576164257460363-429657196834347667?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/429657196834347667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/08/tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/429657196834347667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/429657196834347667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/08/tempo.html' title='TEMPO'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THMvFLz7-vI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZYS-k74MNOY/s72-c/tempo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481576164257460363.post-7965580779785844498</id><published>2010-08-22T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T19:37:54.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIZADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;medo&lt;/span&gt; até de tentar falar sobre isso... Que pra mim, hoje, é um tema que faz falta, mas&amp;nbsp;no presente esta fazendo a diferença... Não tenho o costume de botar confiança na palavra&amp;nbsp;de ninguém... Desconfiança? Talvez seria isso... Medo de talvez assim me magoar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tenho sido presenteado por Deus, que tem colocado &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;pessoas excepcionais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; em minha vida,&amp;nbsp;as vezes até penso se mereço tudo isso... Oportunidades de compartilhar uma união maior, Pois é, você faz parte disso, e sei que, no começo, só vai ler&amp;nbsp;esse post, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;amigos em comum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; e outros curiosos. Rs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THHe3P1Iz3I/AAAAAAAAABc/vjRhXUdGiVs/s1600/PICT0189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THHe3P1Iz3I/AAAAAAAAABc/vjRhXUdGiVs/s320/PICT0189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fiquem com Deus, Grande Beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Jean Rossitti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&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/6481576164257460363-7965580779785844498?l=jeanrossitti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/feeds/7965580779785844498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/08/amizade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/7965580779785844498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481576164257460363/posts/default/7965580779785844498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanrossitti.blogspot.com/2010/08/amizade.html' title='AMIZADE'/><author><name>Rossitti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00072912367613668803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/TP_vGWfwJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mT5DGbLrSCM/S220/PICC361.tmp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OE9lXcEwR2w/THHe3P1Iz3I/AAAAAAAAABc/vjRhXUdGiVs/s72-c/PICT0189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
