<?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-27468101</id><updated>2011-11-27T22:11:02.837-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VidA!</title><subtitle type='html'>Procuro relatar com a simplicidade os meus pensamentos e as minhas andanças...Muito Obrigado por me visitar!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-7656779633866182087</id><published>2011-06-18T22:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T22:19:37.725-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js?appId=83bd5625-4372-4359-bbc7-2f926087dcad%22%3E%3C/script%3E%3Cnoscript%3EGet"&gt;http://widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js?appId=83bd5625-4372-4359-bbc7-2f926087dcad%22%3E%3C/script%3E%3Cnoscript%3EGet&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/27468101-7656779633866182087?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/7656779633866182087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/7656779633866182087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2011/06/httpwidgetserver.html' title=''/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-83396327956188046</id><published>2011-06-18T21:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T21:57:30.314-03:00</updated><title type='text'>amor felino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iAb_EhKVDNs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iAb_EhKVDNs&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/27468101-83396327956188046?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/83396327956188046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/83396327956188046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2011/06/amor-felino.html' title='amor felino'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-8078192649728413770</id><published>2011-06-15T10:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T10:48:52.541-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-esxY9K5iNnc/TfgKJwvZBwI/AAAAAAAAAbA/AjRA59tVZNA/s1600/CIMG2820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-esxY9K5iNnc/TfgKJwvZBwI/AAAAAAAAAbA/AjRA59tVZNA/s320/CIMG2820.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--NgbBP08Fno/TfgKgz6lk2I/AAAAAAAAAbE/UIktxxezVoQ/s1600/CIMG2815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--NgbBP08Fno/TfgKgz6lk2I/AAAAAAAAAbE/UIktxxezVoQ/s320/CIMG2815.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Analise suas experiências profissionais, ou até mesmo as pessoais, do seu&lt;br /&gt;passado e de seu presente e veja se esta observação do Gehringer, para&lt;br /&gt;você, ou de quem tenha conhecimento, não é fato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuide de seu futuro agindo, pelo menos, prudentemente no presente, com&lt;br /&gt;certeza você esquecerá, mas quem recebe!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sucesso consiste em não fazer Inimigo&lt;br /&gt;Max Gehringer - Administrador de empresas e escritor, autor de diversos&lt;br /&gt;livros sobre carreiras e gestão empresarial, nos prestigia com mais um&lt;br /&gt;artigo brilhante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas relações humanas no trabalho, existem apenas 3 regras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regra número 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colegas passam, mas inimigos são para sempre. A chance de uma pessoa se&lt;br /&gt;lembrar de um favor que você fez a ela vai diminuindo à taxa de 20% ao&lt;br /&gt;ano. Cinco anos depois, o favor será esquecido. Não adianta mais cobrar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a chance de alguém se lembrar de uma desfeita se mantém estável, não&lt;br /&gt;importa quanto tempo passe. Exemplo: Se você estendeu a mão para&lt;br /&gt;cumprimentar alguém em 1999 e a pessoa ignorou sua mão estendida, você&lt;br /&gt;ainda se lembra disso em 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regra número 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A importância de um favor diminui com o tempo, enquanto a importância de&lt;br /&gt;uma desfeita aumenta. Favor é como um investimento de curto prazo.&lt;br /&gt;Desfeita é como um empréstimo de longo prazo. Um dia, ele será cobrado, e&lt;br /&gt;com juros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regra número 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um colega não é um amigo. Colega é aquela pessoa que, durante algum tempo,&lt;br /&gt;parece um amigo. Muitas vezes, até parece o melhor amigo. Mas isso só dura&lt;br /&gt;até um dos dois mudar de emprego. Amigo é aquela pessoa que liga para&lt;br /&gt;perguntar se você está precisando de alguma coisa. Ex-colega que parecia&lt;br /&gt;amigo é aquela pessoa que você liga para pedir alguma coisa, e ela manda&lt;br /&gt;dizer que no momento não pode atender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante sua carreira, uma pessoa normal terá a impressão de que fez um&lt;br /&gt;milhão de amigos e apenas meia dúzia de inimigos. Estatisticamente, isso&lt;br /&gt;parece ótimo. Mas não é. A 'Lei da Perversidade Profissional' diz que, no&lt;br /&gt;futuro, quando você precisar de ajuda, é provável que quem mais possa&lt;br /&gt;ajudá-lo é exatamente um daqueles poucos inimigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, profissionalmente falando, e pensando em longo prazo, o sucesso&lt;br /&gt;consiste, principalmente, em evitar fazer inimigo. Porque, por uma infeliz&lt;br /&gt;coincidência biológica, os poucos inimigos são exatamente aqueles que têm&lt;br /&gt;boa memória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Na natureza não existem recompensas nem castigos. Existem consequências."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/27468101-2018851229774208891?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/2018851229774208891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/2018851229774208891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2011/06/custo-beneficio-das-boas-relacoes.html' title='CUSTO BENEFICIO DAS BOAS RELAÇÕES'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-esxY9K5iNnc/TfgKJwvZBwI/AAAAAAAAAbA/AjRA59tVZNA/s72-c/CIMG2820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-4014122266207059351</id><published>2011-06-02T08:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T08:50:09.142-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldados da Paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tcywbup9Om8/Ted2y66LyWI/AAAAAAAAAak/jyLUzY1HH34/s1600/pk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="79" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tcywbup9Om8/Ted2y66LyWI/AAAAAAAAAak/jyLUzY1HH34/s320/pk.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BYE6S9Aom0s/Ted4m1Oa_tI/AAAAAAAAAao/_X5fztR3JnM/s1600/image_gallery.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BYE6S9Aom0s/Ted4m1Oa_tI/AAAAAAAAAao/_X5fztR3JnM/s320/image_gallery.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No dia 29 de maio comemora-se o Dia do Peacekeepers, meu reconhecimento por este dia, importante em nossas vidas e nas vidas à quem nos propomos honrar e defender, tornando mais digno o ambiente o qual atuamos, em nome da Patria Brasileira e das Nações Unidas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-4014122266207059351?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/4014122266207059351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/4014122266207059351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2011/06/soldados-da-paz.html' title='Soldados da Paz'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tcywbup9Om8/Ted2y66LyWI/AAAAAAAAAak/jyLUzY1HH34/s72-c/pk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-5976612963455179065</id><published>2011-06-02T08:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T08:05:47.584-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...eis algo interessante..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZ0-sIMiHS8/Tedt8X7dRzI/AAAAAAAAAag/loVHPJkCul8/s1600/Eagle_sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZ0-sIMiHS8/Tedt8X7dRzI/AAAAAAAAAag/loVHPJkCul8/s320/Eagle_sun.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;As 7 Notas  Musicais:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A origem&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;é uma  homenagem a São João Batista, com seu hino : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;bii reatum  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dos lábios  manchados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;ancti  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;oannis  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ó São  João&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" style="width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 100%;" width="100%"&gt;       &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Sete        Virtudes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(para combater os pecados        capitais)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Temperança.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(gula)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generosidade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(avareza)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humildade........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(soberba)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castidade.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(luxúria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disciplina.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(preguiça)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paciência..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(ira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caridade...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(inveja)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Sete dias        da Semana e os "Sete Planetas": &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #400000; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #400000; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;s dias, nos        demais idiomas-&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com        excessão&amp;nbsp;da língua portuguesa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;mantém&amp;nbsp;os nomes        dos sete corpos celestes conhecidos desde os        babilônios:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Domingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;dia do&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; Sol        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Segunda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;-        dia da&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; Lua        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Terça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; -        dia de&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;        Marte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Quarta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; -&amp;nbsp;dia de&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; Mercúrio        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;        - dia de&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;        Júpiter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sexta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; - dia de&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; Vênus        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sábado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; -        dia de &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Saturno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Sete Cores        do Arco-Íris:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na mitologia        grega, Íris era a mensageira da deusa Juno. Como descia do céu num facho        de luz e vestia um xale de sete cores, deu origem à palavra arco-íris. A        divindade deu origem também ao termo íris, do olho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff8100; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff8100; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.        Laranja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Amarelo&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.        Verde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.        Azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Anil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Violeta        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Dez        Mandamentos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1º - Amar a Deus sobre todas as coisas &lt;br /&gt;2º -        Não tomar o Seu Santo Nome em vão&lt;br /&gt;3º - Guardar os sábados&lt;br /&gt;4º -        Honrar pai e mãe &lt;br /&gt;5º - Não matar &lt;br /&gt;6º - Não pecar contra a castidade        &lt;br /&gt;7º - Não furtar &lt;br /&gt;8º - Não levantar falso testemunho&lt;br /&gt;9º - Não        desejar a mulher do próximo&lt;br /&gt;10º - Não cobiçar as coisas alheias        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Doze Meses        do Ano:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Janeiro: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;homenagem ao Deus        Janus, protetor dos lares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fevereiro: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;mês do festival        de Februália (purificação dos pecados), em Roma; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Março: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;em homenagem a        Marte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, deus guerreiro;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Abril: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;derivado do        latim&amp;nbsp;Aperire (o que abre). Possível referência à primavera no        Hemisfério Norte;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Maio: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;acredita-se que        se origine de maia, deusa do crescimento das plantas; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Junho: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;mês que        homenageia Juno, protetora das mulheres;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Julho: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;no primeiro        calendário romano, de 10 meses, era chamado de quintilis (5º mês). Foi        rebatizado por Júlio César;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Agosto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;inicialmente        nomeado de sextilis (6º mês), mudou em homenagem a César Augusto;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Setembro: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;era o sétimo mês.        Vem do latim septem; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Outubro: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;na contagem dos        romanos, era o oitavo mês; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Novembro: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;vem do latim        novem (nove);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dezembro: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;era o décimo mês        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Doze        Apóstolos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 - Simão Pedro &lt;br /&gt;2 - Tiago ( o maior )&lt;br /&gt;3 -        João &lt;br /&gt;4 - Filipe&lt;br /&gt;5 - Bartolomeu&lt;br /&gt;6 - Mateus&lt;br /&gt;7 - Tiago ( o menor        )&lt;br /&gt;8 - Simão&lt;br /&gt;9 - Judas Tadeu&lt;br /&gt;10 - Judas Iscariotes &lt;br /&gt;11 -        André&lt;br /&gt;12 - Tomé. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Após a traição de Judas        Iscariotes, os outros onze apóstolos elegeram Matias para ocupar o seu        lugar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Doze        Profetas do Antigo Testamento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&amp;nbsp; - Isaías&lt;br /&gt;2&amp;nbsp; - Jeremias&lt;br /&gt;3&amp;nbsp; - Jonas &lt;br /&gt;4&amp;nbsp; -        Naum&lt;br /&gt;5&amp;nbsp; - Baruque &lt;br /&gt;6&amp;nbsp; - Ezequiel &lt;br /&gt;7&amp;nbsp; - Daniel&lt;br /&gt;8&amp;nbsp; - Oséias&lt;br /&gt;9&amp;nbsp; -        Joel&lt;br /&gt;10 - Abdias &lt;br /&gt;11 - Habacuque&lt;br /&gt;12 -        Amos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-5976612963455179065?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/5976612963455179065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/5976612963455179065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2011/06/eis-algo-interessante.html' title='...eis algo interessante..'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZ0-sIMiHS8/Tedt8X7dRzI/AAAAAAAAAag/loVHPJkCul8/s72-c/Eagle_sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-3440195440807482983</id><published>2011-06-01T19:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T19:33:44.585-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vnva1lAzwq0/Tea-DJ1ah_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ncmJwDMFx5Y/s1600/image0055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A Fábula do Porco-espinho&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante a era glacial, muitos animais morriam por causa do frio.&lt;br /&gt;Os porcos-espinhos, percebendo a situação, resolveram se juntar em grupos, assim se agasalhavam e se protegiam mutuamente, mas os espinhos de cada um feriam os companheiros mais próximos, justamente os que ofereciam mais calor.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso decidiram se afastar uns dos outros e começaram de novo a morrer congelados.&lt;br /&gt;Então precisaram fazer uma escolha: ou desapareciam da Terra ou aceitavam os espinhos dos companheiros.&lt;br /&gt;Com sabedoria, decidiram voltar a ficar juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Aprenderam assim a conviver com as pequenas feridas que a relação com uma pessoa muito próxima podia causar, já que o mais importante era o calor do outro.&lt;br /&gt;E assim sobreviveram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: green; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: yellow; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Moral da História&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;O melhor relacionamento não é aquele que une pessoas perfeitas, mas aquele onde cada um aprende a conviver com os defeitos do outro, e admirar suas qualidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-3440195440807482983?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/3440195440807482983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/3440195440807482983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2011/06/fabula-do-porco-espinho-durante-era.html' title=''/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vnva1lAzwq0/Tea-DJ1ah_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ncmJwDMFx5Y/s72-c/image0055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-8438680781419747649</id><published>2009-12-10T01:24:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T16:14:03.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...Princesinha Amada...meu Mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #548dd4; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Devia ter amado mais&lt;br /&gt;Ter chorado mais&lt;br /&gt;Ter visto o sol nascer&lt;br /&gt;Devia ter arriscado mais&lt;br /&gt;E até errado mais&lt;br /&gt;Ter feito o que eu queria fazer...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #548dd4; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Queria ter aceitado&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas como elas são&lt;br /&gt;Cada um sabe alegria&lt;br /&gt;E a dor que traz no coração...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #548dd4; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;O acaso vai me proteger&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu andar distraído&lt;br /&gt;O acaso vai me proteger&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu andar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #548dd4; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Devia ter complicado menos&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhado menos&lt;br /&gt;Ter visto o sol se pôr&lt;br /&gt;Devia ter me importado menos&lt;br /&gt;Com problemas pequenos&lt;br /&gt;Ter morrido de amor...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #548dd4; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Queria ter aceitado&lt;br /&gt;A vida como ela é&lt;br /&gt;A cada um cabe alegrias&lt;br /&gt;E a tristeza que vier...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #548dd4; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;O acaso vai me proteger&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu andar distraído&lt;br /&gt;O acaso vai me proteger&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu andar...(2x)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-8438680781419747649?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/8438680781419747649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/8438680781419747649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2009/12/princesinha-amadameu-mundo.html' title='...Princesinha Amada...meu Mundo'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-70144227525417951</id><published>2009-12-08T23:49:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T16:16:11.687-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para a Minha Meiga Princesinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/Sx8dt2sUjdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nw-jrZmW494/s1600-h/Imagem19+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 19.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-outline-level: 2;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #ff6600; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 17.5pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Mulher Que Eu Amo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-outline-level: 3;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #b7b700; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/roberto-carlos/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roberto Carlos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A mulher que eu amo&lt;br /&gt;Tem a pele morena&lt;br /&gt;É bonita, é pequena&lt;br /&gt;E me ama também&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A mulher que eu amo&lt;br /&gt;Tem tudo que eu quero&lt;br /&gt;E até mais do que espero&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar em alguém&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A mulher que eu amo&lt;br /&gt;Tem um lindo sorriso&lt;br /&gt;É tudo que eu preciso&lt;br /&gt;Pra minha alegria&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A mulher que eu amo&lt;br /&gt;Tem nos olhos a calma&lt;br /&gt;Ilumina minha alma&lt;br /&gt;É o sol do meu dia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Tem a luz das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;E a beleza da flor&lt;br /&gt;Ela é minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Ela é o meu amor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A mulher que eu amo&lt;br /&gt;É o ar que eu respiro&lt;br /&gt;E nela eu me inspiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Pra falar de amor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Quando vem pra mim&lt;br /&gt;É suave como a brisa&lt;br /&gt;E o chão que ela pisa&lt;br /&gt;Se enche de flor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A mulher que eu amo&lt;br /&gt;Enfeita a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Meus sonhos realiza&lt;br /&gt;Me faz tanto bem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Seu amor é pra mim&lt;br /&gt;O que há de mais lindo&lt;br /&gt;Se ela está sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sorrio também&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Tudo nela é bonito&lt;br /&gt;Tudo nela é verdade&lt;br /&gt;E com ela eu acredito&lt;br /&gt;Na felicidade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Tudo nela é bonito&lt;br /&gt;Tudo nela é verdade&lt;br /&gt;E com ela eu acredito&lt;br /&gt;Na felicidade...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-70144227525417951?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/70144227525417951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/70144227525417951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2009/12/para-minha-meiga-princesinha.html' title='Para a Minha Meiga Princesinha'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-2302335882744138415</id><published>2008-08-19T18:18:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:24:56.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...os trens de minha infância.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SKs5a7iDxwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/4sMOG59UWv0/s1600-h/trem+Minuano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236342126568261378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SKs5a7iDxwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/4sMOG59UWv0/s400/trem+Minuano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SKs5THrT7pI/AAAAAAAAAOM/RDtCmdFSOVU/s1600-h/trem+pampaeiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236341992389340818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SKs5THrT7pI/AAAAAAAAAOM/RDtCmdFSOVU/s400/trem+pampaeiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este é o Trem Minuano, era rapido e luxuoso para a epoca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Esta é a Locomotiva à Diesel, puxa principalmente trem de carga&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SKs5MS5ZGbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/8kwFHDb46BA/s1600-h/locomotivas+diesel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236341875142105522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SKs5MS5ZGbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/8kwFHDb46BA/s400/locomotivas+diesel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SKs4xiKBtII/AAAAAAAAAN8/rmnrKbA2nCI/s1600-h/hungaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236341415381939330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SKs4xiKBtII/AAAAAAAAAN8/rmnrKbA2nCI/s400/hungaro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este é o Trem Hungaro foi o ultima modernização da VFRGS, em relação à trens de passageiros de luxo na época.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-2302335882744138415?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/2302335882744138415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/2302335882744138415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2008/08/os-trens-de-minha-infncia.html' title='...os trens de minha infância.........'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SKs5a7iDxwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/4sMOG59UWv0/s72-c/trem+Minuano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-8167714238409150138</id><published>2008-07-23T18:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:09:56.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BOCHINCHO, DE JAIME CAETANO BRAUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SIesAKici-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/J0chAcMZEM4/s1600-h/dsc00745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226335011415559138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SIesAKici-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/J0chAcMZEM4/s400/dsc00745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autoria: Jayme Caetano Braun&lt;br /&gt;A um bochincho - certa feita,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fui chegando - de curioso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que o vicio - é que nem sarnoso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nunca pára - nem se ajeita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baile de gente direita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vi, de pronto, que não era,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na noite de primavera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaguejava a voz dum tango&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu sou louco por fandango&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que nem pinto por quireral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atei meu zaino - longito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Num galho de guamirim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde guri fui assim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não brinco nem facilito.E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;m bruxas não acredito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Pero - que las, las hay',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou da costa do Uruguai,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu velho pago querido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E por andar desprevenido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há tanto guri sem pai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No rancho de santa-fé,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De pau-a-pique barreado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Num trancão de convidado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me entreverei no banzé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinaredo à bola-pé,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No ambiente fumacento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um candieiro, bem no centro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Num lusco-fusco de aurora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra quem chegava de fora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pouco enxergava ali dentro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dei de mão numa tiangaça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me cruzou no costado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E já sai entreverado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre a poeira e a fumaça,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oigalé china lindaça,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morena de toda a crina,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dessas da venta brasina,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com cheiro de lechiguanaQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ue quando ergue uma pestana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até a noite se ilumina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Misto de diaba e de santa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com ares de quem é dona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E um gosto de temporona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que traz água na garganta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu me grudei na percanta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mesmo que um carrapato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o gaiteiro era um mulato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que até dormindo tocava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a gaita choramingava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como namoro de gato!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gaita velha gemia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ás vezes quase parava,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De repente se acordava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E num vanerão se perdia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu - contra a pele macia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daquele corpo moreno,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentia o mundo pequeno,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bombeando cheio de enlevo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dois olhos - flores de trevo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com respingos de sereno!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o que é bom se termina- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cumpriu-se o velho ditado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu que dançava, embalado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nos braços doces da china&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escutei - de relancina,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma espécie de relincho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era o dono do bochincho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meio oitavado num canto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me olhava - com espanto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais sério do que um capincho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E foi ele que se veio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois era dele a pinguancha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bufando e abrindo cancha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como dono de rodeio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quis me partir pelo meio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Num talonaço de adaga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que - se me pega - me estraga,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chegou levantar um cisco,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não é a toa - chomisco!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que sou de São Luiz Gonzaga!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meio na volta do braço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consegui tirar o talho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quase que me atrapalho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque havia pouco espaço,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas senti o calor do aço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o calor do aço arde,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me levantei - sem alarde,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por causa do desaforo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E soltei meu marca touro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Num medonho buenas-tarde!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho visto coisa feia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho visto judiaria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ainda hoje me arrepia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lembrar aquela peleia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;,Talvez quem ouça - não creia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas vi brotar no pescoço,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do índio do berro grosso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como uma cinta vermelha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E desde o beiço até a orelha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ficou relampeando o osso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O índio era um índio touro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas até touro se ajoelha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cortado do beiço a orelha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amontoou-se como um couro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E aquilo foi um estouro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daqueles que dava medo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espantou-se o chinaredo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E amigos - foi uma zoada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parecia até uma eguada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disparando num varzedo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há quem pinte o retrato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dum bochincho - quando estoura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tinidos de adaga - espora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E gritos de desacato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Berros de quarenta e quatro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De cada canto da sala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a velha gaita baguala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Num vanerão pacholento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fazendo acompanhamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do turumbamba de bala!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É china que se escabela,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Redemoinhando na porta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E chiru da guampa torta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que vem direito à janela,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gritando - de toda guela,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Num berreiro alucinante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Índio que não se garante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vendo sangue - se apavora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se manda - campo fora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Levando tudo por diante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou crente na divindade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morro quando Deus quiser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas amigos - se eu disser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até periga a verdade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naquela barbaridade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De chínaredo fugindo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De grito e bala zunindo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O gaiteiro - alheio a tudo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tocava um xote clinudo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já quase meio dormindo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a coisa ia indo assim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Balanceei a situação,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já quase sem munição,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos atirando em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qual ia ser o meu fim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me dei conta - de repente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vou ficar pra semente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas gosto de andar no mundo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me esperavam na do fundo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saí na Porta da frente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...E dali ganhei o mato,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abaixo de tiroteioE inda escutava o floreio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da cordeona do mulato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, pra encurtar o relato,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me bandeei pra o outro lado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cruzei o Uruguai, a nado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que o meu zaino era um capincho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a história desse bochincho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faz parte do meu passado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a china - essa pergunta me é feita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cada vez que declamo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É uma coisa que reclamo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque não acho direita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Considero uma desfeita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que compreender não consigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu, no medonho perigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duma situação brasina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos perguntam da china&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ninguém se importa comigo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a china - eu nunca mais vi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No meu gauderiar andejo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somente em sonhos a vejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em bárbaro frenesi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez ande - por aí,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No rodeio das alçadas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou - talvez - nas madrugadas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seja uma estrela chirua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dessas - que se banha nua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No espelho das aguadas!&lt;br /&gt;Origem: Livro "Bota de garrão", &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;autoria de Jayme Caetano Braun. Editora Sulina. 1979.&lt;br /&gt;Publicado por Roberto Cohen em 29/05/2001.&lt;br /&gt;Editado por Roberto Cohen em 07/01/2004.&lt;br /&gt;_uacct = "UA-2437683-1"; urchinTracker(); &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-8167714238409150138?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/8167714238409150138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/8167714238409150138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2008/07/bochincho-de-jaime-caetano-braum.html' title='BOCHINCHO, DE JAIME CAETANO BRAUM'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SIesAKici-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/J0chAcMZEM4/s72-c/dsc00745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-6529168062458811733</id><published>2008-05-24T23:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:23:08.719-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o churrasco no dia da cavalaria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SDjNQV4c3VI/AAAAAAAAAMk/SBT9PXT7M9Q/s1600-h/dsc00727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204135050062126418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SDjNQV4c3VI/AAAAAAAAAMk/SBT9PXT7M9Q/s400/dsc00727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SDjNQ14c3WI/AAAAAAAAAMs/AavAKQKp7NI/s1600-h/dsc00750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204135058652061026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SDjNQ14c3WI/AAAAAAAAAMs/AavAKQKp7NI/s400/dsc00750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SDjNQ14c3XI/AAAAAAAAAM0/inCOzCRc9jM/s1600-h/dsc00744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204135058652061042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SDjNQ14c3XI/AAAAAAAAAM0/inCOzCRc9jM/s400/dsc00744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SDjNRF4c3YI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qqlIqGh2v3c/s1600-h/dsc00745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204135062947028354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SDjNRF4c3YI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qqlIqGh2v3c/s400/dsc00745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;começou no dia anterior salgamos a carne ...e depois as 4 da manhã inicamos o fogo de chão um legítimo churrasco gaúcho para 2000 pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-6529168062458811733?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/6529168062458811733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/6529168062458811733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-churrasco-no-dia-da-cavalaria.html' title='o churrasco no dia da cavalaria'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SDjNQV4c3VI/AAAAAAAAAMk/SBT9PXT7M9Q/s72-c/dsc00727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-392339160644160346</id><published>2008-05-24T22:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:01:44.221-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"O Bicentenário de nascimento do Marechal Osorio"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SDjIGV4c3TI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iRGE_VsVaE8/s1600-h/dsc_0455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204129380705295666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SDjIGV4c3TI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iRGE_VsVaE8/s400/dsc_0455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SDjIHF4c3UI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nXSOA3tD9rE/s1600-h/dsc_0457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204129393590197570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SDjIHF4c3UI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nXSOA3tD9rE/s400/dsc_0457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...isto aconteceu no dia 10 de maio de 2008...depois de uma churrascada prevista para 2000 pessoas, ai estão meus companheiros de equipe...e também meu filho"...mas bah depois de 22 anos fazendo churrasco ganhei este avental louco de especial, o qual gostei muito..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-392339160644160346?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/392339160644160346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/392339160644160346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-bicentenrio-de-nascimento-do-marechal.html' title='&quot;O Bicentenário de nascimento do Marechal Osorio&quot;'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/SDjIGV4c3TI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iRGE_VsVaE8/s72-c/dsc_0455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-2261998109962548351</id><published>2008-02-29T23:32:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:38:18.618-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8izJ1mJMLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1fwCJSudFTI/s1600-h/P1010033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172581153622274226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8izJ1mJMLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1fwCJSudFTI/s400/P1010033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8iy2FmJMKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/nhDGueTcJxc/s1600-h/P1010032.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-2261998109962548351?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/2261998109962548351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/2261998109962548351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8izJ1mJMLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1fwCJSudFTI/s72-c/P1010033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-6736479023947586204</id><published>2008-02-29T22:34:00.021-02:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T13:26:27.392-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Pai Meu Heroi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8iwqVmJMJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LQyshIXTlTE/s1600-h/P2030052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172578413433139346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8iwqVmJMJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LQyshIXTlTE/s400/P2030052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Estas fotos lembram alguns episodios de minha historia pessoal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;minha mãe e meu pai&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8iv71mJMII/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6UfsYdwLdgk/s1600-h/P2030051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172577614569222274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8iv71mJMII/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6UfsYdwLdgk/s400/P2030051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8ivglmJMHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Y9H5yeYRFco/s1600-h/P2030050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172577146417786994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8ivglmJMHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Y9H5yeYRFco/s400/P2030050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8iu21mJMGI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Dwt9kogLkNE/s1600-h/P2030049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172576429158248546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8iu21mJMGI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Dwt9kogLkNE/s400/P2030049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;meus avós paternos&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8iuSlmJMFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Oqq0wANmlUQ/s1600-h/P2030048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172575806387990610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8iuSlmJMFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Oqq0wANmlUQ/s400/P2030048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8itnlmJMEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Scmnoty3yfo/s1600-h/P2030046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172575067653615682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8itnlmJMEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Scmnoty3yfo/s400/P2030046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;meu pai quando guri&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8itJVmJMDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/lcxiZKz7LFM/s1600-h/P2030044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172574547962572850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8itJVmJMDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/lcxiZKz7LFM/s400/P2030044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8irPlmJMCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/J3sQf94-AqU/s1600-h/P2030043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172572456313499682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8irPlmJMCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/J3sQf94-AqU/s400/P2030043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8iq1VmJMBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/lm50KIcDGmU/s1600-h/P2030042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172572005341933586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8iq1VmJMBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/lm50KIcDGmU/s400/P2030042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hei aqui é praia do Cassino em 1970&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8iqfVmJMAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Or2W8maZaNE/s1600-h/P2030040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172571627384811522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8iqfVmJMAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Or2W8maZaNE/s400/P2030040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meus aós maternos e minha mãe e minha tia Nadir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8iqAlmJL_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/h7zFwMPzpzU/s1600-h/P2030039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172571099103834098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8iqAlmJL_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/h7zFwMPzpzU/s400/P2030039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minha mãe Jorge PAulo e Arno na bicicleta e eu no jipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8iptFmJL-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/mTnMAZHKdMU/s1600-h/P2030037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172570764096384994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8iptFmJL-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/mTnMAZHKdMU/s400/P2030037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8ipA1mJL9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/JMiiOisl7nI/s1600-h/P2030036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172570003887173586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8ipA1mJL9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/JMiiOisl7nI/s400/P2030036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R8iorFmJL8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/oo63UTiY92c/s1600-h/P2030035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172569630225018818" style="FLOAT: left; 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Você pode           sair ferido, mas essa é a única maneira de viver  a vida completamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZEnfrente os desacordos, lute limpo e não ofenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GNão julgue os demais pelos parentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fale lentamente, mas pense com rapidez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JQuando alguém fizer uma pergunta que não queiras responder, sorria e  pergunte:                                "Porque quer saber?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%Lembre que o maior amor e as maiores  conquistas envolvem os maiores riscos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ligue para sua mãe. Se isto não for possível, ao menos pense nela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga "SAÚDE" quando alguém espirrar.&lt;br /&gt;?Nas perdas, não percas a lição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iLembre-se dos três R's:  Respeito a você mesmo, Respeito aos demais e Responsabilidade para  todas as suas ações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iNão permita que uma pequena disputa estrague   uma  grande amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você perceber que errou, faça o que for  possível para consertar seu erro. Imediatamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorria quando estiver ao telefone. Quem liga   vai sentir seu sorriso pelo seu tom de voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCase com uma pessoa que goste de conversar. quando a velhice chega, seu poder de falar e ouvir   são mais importantes que qualquer outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JPasse algum tempo em solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;þAbra seus braços aos amigos, mas não se  desprenda de seus valores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ÿLembre que o silêncio é, às vezes, a melhor   resposta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Leia mais livros e assista menos TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Viva uma vida boa e honesta. Assim, quando  estiver velho e lembrar do passado, verás desfrutar de tudo pela segunda vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confie em Deus,  mas feche bem teu carro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUma atmosfera de carinho e afeição dentro de  casa é fundamental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HFaça todo o possível para que seu lar seja sempre   um lugar tranqüilo e harmonioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HQuando você estiver em desacordo com alguém  muito querido, procure resolver a pendência de  uma vez, sem ressentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não remexa em situações passadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leia sempre nas entrelinhas. Interprete fatos e          reações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reparta seus conhecimentos. É uma maneira de  alcançar a imortalidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ýSeja gentil com o planeta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OJamais interrompa o curso das águas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocupe-se de seus próprios assuntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não confie num homem ou mulher que não  feche os olhos quando recebem um beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUma vez por ano, visite algum lugar nunca  antes visitado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ganhas muito dinheiro, ajude aos outros ainda  em vida.  É a maior  satisfação que a  fortuna  pode trazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Lembre-se de que  não conseguir o que se quer é, às vezes, um golpe de sorte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ýAprenda bem as regras… assim saberás como infringí-las da forma correta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YLembre que o melhor relacionamento é aquele no qual o amor de um pelo outro é maior do que a necessidade que um tem do outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Julgue o seu sucesso por aquilo o que você teve que renunciar para conseguír.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZEnfrente o amor e o ato de cozinhar com total abandono.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-5227903115678668030?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/5227903115678668030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/5227903115678668030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2008/02/instrues-para-vida-coma-muito-arroz_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-4932760616310584149</id><published>2008-02-25T20:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:57:59.639-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>INSTRUÇÕES PARA A VIDA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Coma muito arroz integral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dê às pessoas, mais do que esperam e faça-o  com gosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Decore seu poema favorito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GNão acredite em tudo o que escutar, não gaste  tudo o que tem, nem durma tudo o que quiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YQuando disser "te amo",  diga-o de verdade…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NQuando disser "sinto muito",  olhe a pessoa nos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YCreia no amor à primeira vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Jamais ignore os sonhos dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZAme profunda e apaixonadamente. Você pode           sair ferido, mas essa é a única maneira de viver  a vida completamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZEnfrente os desacordos, lute limpo e não ofenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GNão julgue os demais pelos parentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fale lentamente, mas pense com rapidez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JQuando alguém fizer uma pergunta que não queiras responder, sorria e  pergunte:                                "Porque quer saber?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%Lembre que o maior amor e as maiores  conquistas envolvem os maiores riscos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ligue para sua mãe. Se isto não for possível, ao menos pense nela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga "SAÚDE" quando alguém espirrar.&lt;br /&gt;?Nas perdas, não percas a lição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iLembre-se dos três R's:  Respeito a você mesmo, Respeito aos demais e Responsabilidade para  todas as suas ações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iNão permita que uma pequena disputa estrague   uma  grande amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você perceber que errou, faça o que for  possível para consertar seu erro. Imediatamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorria quando estiver ao telefone. Quem liga   vai sentir seu sorriso pelo seu tom de voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCase com uma pessoa que goste de conversar. quando a velhice chega, seu poder de falar e ouvir   são mais importantes que qualquer outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JPasse algum tempo em solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;þAbra seus braços aos amigos, mas não se  desprenda de seus valores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ÿLembre que o silêncio é, às vezes, a melhor   resposta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Leia mais livros e assista menos TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Viva uma vida boa e honesta. Assim, quando  estiver velho e lembrar do passado, verás desfrutar de tudo pela segunda vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confie em Deus,  mas feche bem teu carro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUma atmosfera de carinho e afeição dentro de  casa é fundamental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HFaça todo o possível para que seu lar seja sempre   um lugar tranqüilo e harmonioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HQuando você estiver em desacordo com alguém  muito querido, procure resolver a pendência de  uma vez, sem ressentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não remexa em situações passadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leia sempre nas entrelinhas. Interprete fatos e          reações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reparta seus conhecimentos. É uma maneira de  alcançar a imortalidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ýSeja gentil com o planeta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OJamais interrompa o curso das águas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocupe-se de seus próprios assuntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não confie num homem ou mulher que não  feche os olhos quando recebem um beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUma vez por ano, visite algum lugar nunca  antes visitado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ganhas muito dinheiro, ajude aos outros ainda  em vida.  É a maior  satisfação que a  fortuna  pode trazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Lembre-se de que  não conseguir o que se quer é, às vezes, um golpe de sorte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ýAprenda bem as regras… assim saberás como infringí-las da forma correta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YLembre que o melhor relacionamento é aquele no qual o amor de um pelo outro é maior do que a necessidade que um tem do outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Julgue o seu sucesso por aquilo o que você teve que renunciar para conseguír.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZEnfrente o amor e o ato de cozinhar com total abandono.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-4932760616310584149?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/4932760616310584149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/4932760616310584149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2008/02/instrues-para-vida-coma-muito-arroz.html' title=''/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-432399319813659421</id><published>2008-02-24T02:10:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T02:12:19.543-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Supérfluo e Necessário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uns queriam um emprego melhor; outros, só um emprego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns queriam uma refeição mais farta; outros, só uma refeição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns queriam uma vida mais amena; outros, apenas viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns queriam pais mais esclarecidos; outros, ter pais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns queriam ter olhos claros; outros, enxergar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns queriam ter voz bonita; outros, falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns queriam silêncio; outros, ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns queriam sapato novo; outros, ter pés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns queriam um carro; outros, andar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns queriam o supérfluo; outros, apenas o necessário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chico Xavier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dois tipos de sabedoria: a inferior e a superior.&lt;br /&gt;A sabedoria inferior é dada pelo quanto uma pessoa sabe e a superior é dada pelo quanto ela tem consciência de que não sabe.&lt;br /&gt;Tenha a sabedoria superior. Seja um eterno aprendiz na escola da vida.&lt;br /&gt;A sabedoria superior tolera, a inferior julga;&lt;br /&gt;a superior alivia, a inferior culpa;&lt;br /&gt;a superior perdoa, a inferior condena.&lt;br /&gt;Tem coisas que o coração só fala para quem sabe escutar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que possamos estar sempre atentos aos sinais e saber o que realmente se faz necessário.&lt;br /&gt;Tenha um ótimo dia!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-432399319813659421?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/432399319813659421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/432399319813659421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2008/02/suprfluo-e-necessrio-uns-queriam-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-5256309514058535311</id><published>2008-02-23T16:14:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T16:16:04.525-02:00</updated><title type='text'>...arroz de carreteiro....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Arroz de Carreteiro&lt;br /&gt;Receita típica do Rio Grande do Sul&lt;br /&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;br /&gt;1/2 kg de charque cortado em cubos pequenos1/2 de arroz01 colher rasa (sopa) de banha01 cebola média picada03 dentes de alho amassados e picados&lt;br /&gt;Preparo:&lt;br /&gt;Afervente ligeiramente o charque, lave e escorra bem, derreta bem a banha em uma panela e coloque o charque para fritar, quando ficar bem dourado, junte primeiro a cebola depois o alho, mexa bem daí coloque o arroz, frite por alguns minutos.Coloque água fervente + ou – dois dedos acima do arroz.Acerte o sal, tampe a panela e deixe cozinhar em fogo brando, até dar o ponto no arroz (ficar macio).&lt;br /&gt;Dicas:1) Se quiser decore com tempero verde picado2) O Arroz de Carreteiro vai bem com feijão mexido3) Em vez de aferventar o charque, deixe de molho em água fria no dia anterior ao preparo, trocando a água pelo menos três vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Rendimento: 05 porções&lt;br /&gt;Informações&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é muito comum, se encontrar preparos de arroz com carne, seja fresca ou sobras de churrasco e denomina-lo como arroz de carreteiro, ou ainda, afirmar: - vou fazer um carreteiro de charque, ora arroz de carreteiro só se faz com charque, eventualmente podemos dizer carreteiro de charque quando queremos identificar o tipo de charque. Ex. carreteiro com charque de ovelha.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, para entender bem a origem do Arroz de Carreteiro e sua maneira correta de prepará-lo, vou fazer um breve histórico.No Rio Grande do Sul os tropeiros exerceram um papel importante na sua economia, transportando inicialmente o gado, depois transportando os comerciantes de couro. O tropeiro não parava com as suas idas e vindas. As longas andanças e as dificuldades para vencer as distâncias, fizeram com que lhes acompanhassem o carreteiro em cuja carreta levava os mantimentos. O charque e o arroz eram produtos indispensáveis, pois não pereciam com facilidade.Normalmente o carreteiro era o responsável de fazer a comida dos tropeiros. O cozimento do charque, depois de dessalgado (muitas vezes o dessalgue era feito na beira de um rio) com o arroz, era um prato consistente e forte que os tropeiros apreciavam muito para recuperar as suas energias. Daí passou a chamar esta iguaria de Arroz de Carreteiro. Hoje tanto o gaúcho da campanha como o da fronteira acrescenta a cebola e o alho no preparo desse prato.&lt;br /&gt;Receita e informações enviadas por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:karol.frc@terra.com.br"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chef KAROL BEDNARZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Professor de Gastronomia GaúchaUNIVATES – Centro Universitário – LAJEADO/RS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Arroz de Galpão&lt;br /&gt;Receita típica do Rio Grande do Sul&lt;br /&gt;Ingredientes:750 g de arroz;250 g de charque picado;250 g lingüiça cortada em rodela;150 g de toucinho defumado, picado miúdo;02 cebolas médias picadas;04 dentes de alho amassados e picados.&lt;br /&gt;Preparo:&lt;br /&gt;Lave bem o charque, afervente e troque a água, frite o toucinho até dourar, junte a lingüiça, o charque, a cebola e o alho e frite mais um pouco, coloque o arroz. Mexa bem, adicione água fervente (+) ou (-) dois dedos acima do arroz, tampe a panela e deixe cozinhar em fogo brando.&lt;br /&gt;Rendimento: 06 porções&lt;br /&gt;Obs.Pode-se colocar tempero verde bem picadinho na hora de Servir.Acompanhamento; saladas verdes.&lt;br /&gt;Receita enviada por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:karol.frc@terra.com.br"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chef KAROL BEDNARZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Professor de Gastronomia GaúchaUNIVATES – Centro Universitário – LAJEADO/RS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-5256309514058535311?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/5256309514058535311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/5256309514058535311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2008/02/arroz-de-carreteiro.html' title='...arroz de carreteiro....'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-2954178082591299882</id><published>2008-02-23T11:26:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:24:22.237-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ETERNO MARIO QUINTANA, UM POETA  CULTO E NÃO CHULO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero sempre poder ter um sorriso estampando em meu rosto, mesmo quando a situação não for muito alegre. E que esse meu sorriso consiga transmitir paz para os que estiverem ao meu redor. Quero poder fechar meus olhos e imaginar alguém. E poder ter a absoluta certeza de que esse alguém também pensa em mim quando fecha os olhos, que faço falta quando não estou por perto. Queria ter a certeza de que apesar de minhas renúncias e loucuras, alguém me valoriza pelo que sou, não pelo que tenho. Que me veja como um ser humano completo, que abusa demais dos bons sentimentos que a vida proporciona,que dê valor ao que realmente importa, que é meu sentimento... ...e não brinque com ele."[ Mario Quintana]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-2954178082591299882?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/2954178082591299882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/2954178082591299882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2008/02/eterno-mario-quintana-um-poeta-culto-e.html' title='ETERNO MARIO QUINTANA, UM POETA  CULTO E NÃO CHULO'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-8590684075428010868</id><published>2008-02-18T00:03:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:09:32.515-02:00</updated><title type='text'>...uma ótima leitura....1808</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R7jnlquDN7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/F2WkLsgAeFE/s1600-h/190x190_8576653206%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168135206716258226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R7jnlquDN7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/F2WkLsgAeFE/s400/190x190_8576653206%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma pesquisa séria que levou aproximadamente 10 anos é o Livro  1808, do jornalista Laurentino Gomes, editora Planeta, um livro de agradável leitura sobre a vinda da família Real ao Brasil. Um livro para nós brasileiros sabermos entender um pouco mais da história mais proxima do real. Quem quiser comprar a lojasamericanas ele custa R$ 21,-. Não é propaganda é em prol da defesa de nós consumidores!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-8590684075428010868?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/8590684075428010868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/8590684075428010868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2008/02/uma-tima-leitura1808.html' title='...uma ótima leitura....1808'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R7jnlquDN7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/F2WkLsgAeFE/s72-c/190x190_8576653206%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-9115460357759637875</id><published>2008-02-17T14:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T14:37:56.240-02:00</updated><title type='text'>..desculpe meu orgulho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R7hinauDN4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/W_11QYmuemo/s1600-h/Digitalizar0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167989001734535042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R7hinauDN4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/W_11QYmuemo/s400/Digitalizar0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...mas não somos os melhores apenas diferentes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-9115460357759637875?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/9115460357759637875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/9115460357759637875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2008/02/desculpe-meu-orgulho.html' title='..desculpe meu orgulho...'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R7hinauDN4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/W_11QYmuemo/s72-c/Digitalizar0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-4660452182674057799</id><published>2008-02-14T20:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:31:52.982-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu tenho tantos irmãos....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R7TBC6uDN1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/rUltI8P8KX4/s1600-h/Imagem+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166966928367105874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R7TBC6uDN1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/rUltI8P8KX4/s400/Imagem+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foto &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;TUNEL VERDE&lt;/span&gt;, NO "BALNEÁRIO PINHAL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo tengo tantos hermanos que nos los puedo contarEn el valle, en la montaña, en la pampa, y en el marCada cual con sus trabajos, con sus sueños cada cualCon la esperanza adelante, con los recuerdos de trásYo tengo muchos hermanos que nos los puedo contarGente de mano caliente,por eso de la amistadCon un lloro pa llorarlo, con con un rezo pa rezarCon un horizonte abierto que siempre es más alláY esa fuerza pa buscarlo con tezon y voluntadCuando parece más cerca, es cuando se aleja másYo tengo tantos hermanos que nos puedo contarY asi seguimos andando, curidos de soledadNos perdemos por el mundo, nos volvemos a encontrarY asi nos reconocemos por el lejano mirarPor las coplas que mordemos semillas de inmensidadY así seguimos andando curtidos de soledadY en nosotros nuestros muertos pa que nadie quede atrazYo tengo tantos hermanos que nos los puedo contarY una hermana muy hermosa que se llama libertad &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/27468101-4660452182674057799?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/4660452182674057799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/4660452182674057799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2008/02/eu-tenho-tantos-irmos.html' title='Eu tenho tantos irmãos....'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R7TBC6uDN1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/rUltI8P8KX4/s72-c/Imagem+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-8341589878700055735</id><published>2007-12-18T08:55:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:17:01.521-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rio que vi, vejo e as vezes choro por ele/Ademar Stocker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2sLmuaNRbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/idgvUC4b6Y8/s1600-h/64439401_d68fde21dd%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146219759121810866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2sLmuaNRbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/idgvUC4b6Y8/s400/64439401_d68fde21dd%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2sLSeaNRaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RxcVeZKmr2Y/s1600-h/rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146219411229459874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2sLSeaNRaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RxcVeZKmr2Y/s400/rio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rio que vi, vejo e as vezes choro por ele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;poesia do gaúcho: Ademar Stocker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que vergonha a ver meu rio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este rio que um dia sorriu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;àguas mortas a passo lento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem te matou não assumiu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foram homens sem consciência&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te devorando a sangue frio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anatureza vai punir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os que mataram meu rio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas ainda há tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra salvar o que não sumiu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basta um pouco de consciência&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não jogar lixo no rio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se tu ja passou por mim me viu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou até envergonhado fingiu que não me viu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NÃO ESQUEÇA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que já estou cansado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decarregar nestas àguas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que não é meu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E foi tu quem produziu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portanto, me ajude a descansar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ser apenas aquilo que Deus me deu:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viver livremente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sacear a sede de gente,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alimentar os peixes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regar as plantas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ser simplesmente um RIO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-8341589878700055735?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-7289792231507661807</id><published>2007-12-18T08:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T21:33:04.183-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cospe Fogo...imortal  !!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2sIjuaNRYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Kt0kOL627ic/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146216409047319938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2sIjuaNRYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Kt0kOL627ic/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Cospe Fogo, uma segunda família...com ideais galgados no trabalho na disciplina e na conquista de seus ojetivos, qu e Deus permita que em 2008, estejamos unidos em prol da melhoria contínua, em busca do aperfeiçoamento individual e coletivo. um abraço e FELIZ 2008!!!&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/27468101-7289792231507661807?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/7289792231507661807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/7289792231507661807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2007/12/cospe-fogo-uma-segunda-famlia.html' title='Cospe Fogo...imortal  !!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2sIjuaNRYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Kt0kOL627ic/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-2250349695844854750</id><published>2007-12-18T08:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T21:44:51.961-03:00</updated><title type='text'>कोक़ुएइरो Torto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2r1bOaNRXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/76pUND4NWjQ/s1600-h/P1010048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146195372297504114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2r1bOaNRXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/76pUND4NWjQ/s320/P1010048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;...ha muitos meses gostaria de fotografa-lo, porem um bairro envolveu este coqueiro rapidamente e hoje ele não se destaca mais na paisagem como antes, então ...ainda cosnegui esta imagem , com a qual compartilho com quem me visita.&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/27468101-2250349695844854750?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/2250349695844854750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/2250349695844854750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='कोक़ुएइरो Torto'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2r1bOaNRXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/76pUND4NWjQ/s72-c/P1010048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-2193487867369979582</id><published>2007-12-18T08:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T10:39:43.779-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VIATURAS MILITARES ANTIGAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2fM2OaNRUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A4MW0_4jRqk/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145306331247101250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2fM2OaNRUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A4MW0_4jRqk/s200/P1010019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2fMT-aNRTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GPWuW8HslEo/s1600-h/P1010017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145305742836581682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2fMT-aNRTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GPWuW8HslEo/s200/P1010017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2fL1eaNRSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0GiUHWwVInQ/s1600-h/P1010013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145305218850571554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2fL1eaNRSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0GiUHWwVInQ/s200/P1010013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2fLa-aNRRI/AAAAAAAAADw/YvMfu2bqRYs/s1600-h/P1010010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145304763584038162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2fLa-aNRRI/AAAAAAAAADw/YvMfu2bqRYs/s200/P1010010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2e3X-aNRLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HIXme9EChqY/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2e2cuaNRKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KzjlEsZViss/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145281703904625826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2e2cuaNRKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KzjlEsZViss/s320/P1010008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2e19OaNRJI/AAAAAAAAACs/bF32cvyhw9A/s1600-h/P1010001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145281162738746514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2e19OaNRJI/AAAAAAAAACs/bF32cvyhw9A/s320/P1010001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é o 1 Encontro de Viaturas Militares, foi em Pirassununga, nos dias 15 e 16 de dezembro de 2007, vieram expositores de Minas Gerais e São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-2193487867369979582?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/2193487867369979582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/2193487867369979582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2007/12/viaturas-militares-antigas.html' title='VIATURAS MILITARES ANTIGAS'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/R2fM2OaNRUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A4MW0_4jRqk/s72-c/P1010019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-5674422356066014645</id><published>2007-10-21T14:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T14:32:59.363-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NO DIA 15 SET ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/RxuM3ixYt1I/AAAAAAAAACE/5Cv1MQIWn4E/s1600-h/DSC02517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123843886918711122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/RxuM3ixYt1I/AAAAAAAAACE/5Cv1MQIWn4E/s320/DSC02517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EM 15 SET AS 04:30 DA MANHÃ COMEÇAMOS AS ATIVIDADES DO DIA DO GAUCHO, UM COSTELAÇO PARA 150 PESSOAS... SER GAUCHO  NÃO É UM ACASO É UM PREVILÉGIO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-5674422356066014645?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/5674422356066014645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/5674422356066014645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-dia-15-set.html' title='NO DIA 15 SET ..'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/RxuM3ixYt1I/AAAAAAAAACE/5Cv1MQIWn4E/s72-c/DSC02517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-6977717782774603757</id><published>2007-03-17T16:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T16:50:20.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/RfxFvhtOELI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OoYyne-f5iY/s1600-h/ferias+2007+(13).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042982365552316594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/RfxFvhtOELI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OoYyne-f5iY/s200/ferias+2007+(13).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Antes de trespassar a fronteira de Rio Grande para Santa Catarina ao fundo Rio Pelotas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-6977717782774603757?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/6977717782774603757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/6977717782774603757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2007/03/antes-de-trespassar-fronteira-de-rio.html' title=''/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/RfxFvhtOELI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OoYyne-f5iY/s72-c/ferias+2007+(13).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-7245931162081592951</id><published>2007-03-17T16:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T16:35:45.125-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Energia Aeólica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/RfxCFRtOEKI/AAAAAAAAABw/9hJbkZWdIhQ/s1600-h/ferias+2007a+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042978341167960226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/RfxCFRtOEKI/AAAAAAAAABw/9hJbkZWdIhQ/s200/ferias+2007a+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Utilizando Energia do Futuro no Parque Aeólico, em Osório, no litoral do Rio Grande do Sul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-7245931162081592951?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/7245931162081592951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/7245931162081592951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2007/03/energia-aelica.html' title='Energia Aeólica'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/RfxCFRtOEKI/AAAAAAAAABw/9hJbkZWdIhQ/s72-c/ferias+2007a+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-5897539979667754384</id><published>2007-02-12T18:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T15:33:23.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAIA DE TORRES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/RdDfBOrMfVI/AAAAAAAAABM/M6FwkxI8fcY/s1600-h/Torres+Praia+da+Guarita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030765995984977234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/RdDfBOrMfVI/AAAAAAAAABM/M6FwkxI8fcY/s320/Torres+Praia+da+Guarita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ESTA É A PRAIA DE TORRES , NO LITORAL DO RIO GRANDE DO SUL, ÉS BELA E FASCINANTE, SUAS ÁGUAS CHOCAM-SE CONTRA OS DESFILADEIROS, PRODUZINDO ESPUMAS E UM SOM HARMONIOSO DA NATUREZA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-5897539979667754384?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/5897539979667754384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/5897539979667754384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2007/02/praia-de-torres.html' title='PRAIA DE TORRES!'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/RdDfBOrMfVI/AAAAAAAAABM/M6FwkxI8fcY/s72-c/Torres+Praia+da+Guarita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-5874714121301989401</id><published>2007-02-10T21:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T16:19:06.292-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cânion de Itaimbézinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/Rc5oS-rMfPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nOdCKkR8-SQ/s1600-h/Itaimb%C3%A9zinho++Rio+Grande+do+Sul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030072509090528498" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/Rc5oS-rMfPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nOdCKkR8-SQ/s320/Itaimb%C3%A9zinho++Rio+Grande+do+Sul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Este é o Canion do Itaimbézinho, em Cambará-Rio Grande do Sul, visitei em janeiro de 2004..é uma maravilha de Deus...vale a pena visitar e olhar para baixo um desfiladeiro de 1000 metros ...o silêncio...é pura contemplatação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-5874714121301989401?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/5874714121301989401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/5874714121301989401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2007/02/cnion-de-itaimbzinho.html' title='Cânion de Itaimbézinho'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/Rc5oS-rMfPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nOdCKkR8-SQ/s72-c/Itaimb%C3%A9zinho++Rio+Grande+do+Sul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-116949766897925821</id><published>2007-01-22T17:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T16:52:28.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Serra do Rio do Rastro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/RdDIFerMfSI/AAAAAAAAAAo/01maqKGKJCk/s1600-h/Digitalizar0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/RdDIFerMfSI/AAAAAAAAAAo/01maqKGKJCk/s320/Digitalizar0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030740780231982370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/RdDIMurMfTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/sIpw04YPHEI/s1600-h/Digitalizar0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/RdDIMurMfTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/sIpw04YPHEI/s320/Digitalizar0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030740904786033970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/RdDITOrMfUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3cLNqBNEKq4/s1600-h/serra+do+rio+do+rastro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/RdDITOrMfUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3cLNqBNEKq4/s320/serra+do+rio+do+rastro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030741016455183682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Esta é a Serra do Rio do Rastro são 24 km de extensão, vale a pena descer e apreciar ...e dizer DEUS existe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-116949766897925821?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/116949766897925821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/116949766897925821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='Serra do Rio do Rastro'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhr42pavP-w/RdDIFerMfSI/AAAAAAAAAAo/01maqKGKJCk/s72-c/Digitalizar0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-116285678401725252</id><published>2006-11-06T20:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:46:24.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...a serviço da Minha Pátria....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/1600/Digitalizar0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/320/Digitalizar0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/1600/Digitalizar0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/320/Digitalizar0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....é assim mesmo ...temos que amar o que fazemos....Deus Ilumine....sempre a Paz no Mundo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-116285678401725252?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/116285678401725252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/116285678401725252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2006/11/servio-da-minha-ptria.html' title='...a serviço da Minha Pátria....'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-116285074570356576</id><published>2006-11-06T18:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T19:05:45.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU RIO GRANDE DO SUL-LIBERDADE, IGUALDADE E FRATERNIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/1600/P1010007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/320/P1010007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;COMEÇA AQUI O "MEU RIO GRANDE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ESSES SÃO OS ÁVIOS DE CHIMARRÃO (APETRECHOS)DE UM "GAÚCHO AUTÊNTICO" USA ...PRA TOMAR UM CHIMARRÃO...UMA CUIA....UMA BOMBA DE PRATA COM BIQUEIRA DE OURO...UMA ERVA BUENA ...E UMA GARRAFA TÉRMICA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-116285074570356576?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/116285074570356576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/116285074570356576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2006/11/meu-rio-grande-do-sul-liberdade.html' title='MEU RIO GRANDE DO SUL-LIBERDADE, IGUALDADE E FRATERNIDADE'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-116255505083519384</id><published>2006-11-03T08:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T08:57:30.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavalgada ...pelo litoral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/1600/cavalgada%20na%20praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/320/cavalgada%20na%20praia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...esta foto foi tirada em meados de janeiro de 2004, são "GAÚCHOS" de Rio Grande do Sul, Argentina , Uruguaí, Paraguaí...Congraçando através da Cavalgada la Hermandade de los pueblos e su tradiciones...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-116255505083519384?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/116255505083519384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/116255505083519384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2006/11/cavalgada-pelo-litoral.html' title='Cavalgada ...pelo litoral'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-116250346717598884</id><published>2006-11-02T18:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T18:37:47.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/1600/P1010018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/320/P1010018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Minha Amiga NINA ...tem 06 anos e é muito amorosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-116250346717598884?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/116250346717598884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/116250346717598884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2006/11/minha-amiga-nina.html' title=''/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-116104405718609011</id><published>2006-10-16T21:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:14:17.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...Nada pode ser maior...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/1600/DSC01185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/320/DSC01185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...nada pode ser MAIOR ... que o nativismo que se sente  pela Pátria...só Deus, então ilumine o Pavilhão Tricolor que tremula neste céu azul ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-116104405718609011?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/116104405718609011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/116104405718609011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2006/10/nada-pode-ser-maior.html' title='...Nada pode ser maior...'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-116104261257068418</id><published>2006-10-16T20:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:50:12.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Revivendo La Revolucion Farroupilha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/1600/DSC01169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/320/DSC01169.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...nós comemoramos a Nossa História, Tradições através do Churrasco, em 23 Set 06, Pirassununga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-116104261257068418?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/116104261257068418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/116104261257068418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2006/10/revivendo-la-revolucion-farroupilha.html' title='Revivendo La Revolucion Farroupilha...'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-115819618155887015</id><published>2006-09-13T22:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:53:42.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Matchêar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/1600/P1310018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/320/P1310018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...mas que tal...este chimarrão ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-115819618155887015?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115819618155887015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115819618155887015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2006/09/matchar.html' title='Matchêar....'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-115819527389328854</id><published>2006-09-13T21:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:54:33.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vida de um Bagual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://obagual.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Vida de um Bagual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-115819527389328854?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115819527389328854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115819527389328854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2006/09/vida-de-um-bagual_115819527389328854.html' title='A Vida de um Bagual'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-115819477858901348</id><published>2006-09-13T21:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:46:18.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nascer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/1600/P1290064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/320/P1290064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nascer do Sol, é uma das maravilhas no Oceâno Atlântico...eu acredito em Deus ...foi ele que fez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-115819477858901348?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115819477858901348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115819477858901348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2006/09/nascer.html' title='Nascer'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-115819416803257192</id><published>2006-09-13T21:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:02:35.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebolução Farroupilha 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/1600/DSC01678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/320/DSC01678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma das formas de comemorar-mos junto de nossos amigos e simpatizantes é o Fogo de Chão(16Set06) , um Churrasco com &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08*hs de fogo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-115819416803257192?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115819416803257192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115819416803257192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2006/09/reboluo-farroupilha-2006.html' title='Rebolução Farroupilha 2006'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-115819131033813124</id><published>2006-09-13T20:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:00:39.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/1600/P1120037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/320/P1120037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;...só tenho a agradecer pelas doces pessoas que tenho na minha vida, pelos bons exemplos...da harmonia, da paz , da honestidade e de ensinar-nos a ser seres humanos melhores...um beijo em seus Corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-115819131033813124?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115819131033813124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115819131033813124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-115794096128381841</id><published>2006-09-10T23:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T23:16:01.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Guerra dos Hipócritas Fanáticos e Iludidos por Religião</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ALGUMAS  RELIGIÕES QUE SÃO FUNDAMENTALISTAS CRISTAOS buscam alimentar que SE SÓ a sua Doutrina Religiosa tem a PRETENSÃO DE SER A ÚNICA EXPRESSÃO DE VERDADE, aquem tem esse direito na verdade é aquela que masi homens de bem e menos hipócritas  fizer, isto é, pela pratica da lei do amor na sua maior pureza e na sua mais ampla aplicação. Esse o sinal por que reconhecereis que uma doutirna é boa, visto que toda Doutrina que tiver por efeito SEMEAR A DESUNIÃO e ESTABELECER UMA LINHA DE SEPARAÇÃO entre FILHOS  de DEUS não pode de ser FALSA E PERNICIOSA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-115794096128381841?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115794096128381841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115794096128381841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2006/09/guerra-dos-hipcritas-fanticos-e.html' title='Guerra dos Hipócritas Fanáticos e Iludidos por Religião'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-115603314429863943</id><published>2006-08-19T21:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:59:08.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...brilho de luz da natureza...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/1600/P1010020.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/320/P1010020.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/1600/P1010020.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;...então na manhã seguinte ele foi surgindo e resplandecendo sua luz amarela constrastava com azul infinito...é o brilho da luz anuciando que a vinda da primavera esta proxima...Ipê Amarelo...convida passaros e insetos para se refazerem e nesta árvore eles se motivam para a vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-115603314429863943?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115603314429863943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115603314429863943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2006/08/brilho-de-luz-da-natureza.html' title='...brilho de luz da natureza...'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-115496930104194798</id><published>2006-08-07T13:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:58:04.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Arqueando cordas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/1600/P1010004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/320/P1010004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/1600/P1010020.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/320/P1010020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://obagual.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arqueando&lt;/a&gt; as cordas em busca de algo proveitoso.....&lt;br /&gt;sem ter talento, tento buscar no som do violino, a comprensão e apreciação do som da natureza...a Natureza é bela, e DEUS existe Muito Obrigado Patrão Velho ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-115496930104194798?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115496930104194798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115496930104194798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2006/08/arqueando-cordas.html' title='Arqueando cordas'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-115496865213777661</id><published>2006-08-07T13:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T19:47:29.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/1600/P1010025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/320/P1010025.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...o tempo passa rápido ...quase imperceptível..nas asas de um beija-flor...assim também é o relógio...o tempo nunca volta....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-115496865213777661?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115496865213777661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115496865213777661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-115496828530950041</id><published>2006-08-07T13:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T21:10:51.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'>È Deus que rege a mais Bela Sinfônia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/1600/P1010023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/320/P1010023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...no som do violino busco...tento...busco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No som da natureza...&lt;br /&gt;procuro a PAZ ....esta no canto dos pássaros ?&lt;br /&gt;ou no som confortante de uma cachoeira...quem sabe no vento que toca a árvore..... cai a folha como uma sinfônia compassada a folha flutua ....&lt;br /&gt;....imagino uma bailarina bela e nua...&lt;br /&gt;ou nas danças das marés coloridas sob um novo luar ...agora me lembro de Castro Alves em"espumas flutuantes"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-115496828530950041?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115496828530950041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115496828530950041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2006/08/deus-que-rege-mais-bela-sinfnia.html' title='È Deus que rege a mais Bela Sinfônia'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-115474278523376718</id><published>2006-08-04T22:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T22:53:05.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Somos Espectadores da nossa propria destruição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/1600/P1010006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/400/P1010006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somos destruidores da nosso proprio futuro, entretanto assistimos maravilhados ao som das doces ilusões que o conforto nos traz, esquecemos da realidade, é melhor(?) não nos estressamos , não nos comprometemos,  oh idiota ser humano ...pobre ser humano, esta buscando o que merece...a cada dia mais rapido a cada dia mais iludido ...cego...se fazendo que não acontecerá nada de grave, nada de consequencias empurrando egoisticamente para frente o problema, para as futuras gerações...pobres gerações...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-115474278523376718?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115474278523376718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115474278523376718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2006/08/somos-espectadores-da-nossa-propria.html' title='Somos Espectadores da nossa propria destruição'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-115220947709360696</id><published>2006-07-06T15:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T15:11:17.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vida de um Bagual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://obagual.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Vida de um Bagual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-115220947709360696?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115220947709360696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115220947709360696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2006/07/vida-de-um-bagual_06.html' title='A Vida de um Bagual'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-115220946544211885</id><published>2006-07-06T15:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T23:46:18.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vida de um Bagual</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/1600/P1220070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/400/P1220070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://obagual.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Vida de um Bagual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um inverno sem frio ..................é inverno.?????...a Terra esta reagindo ...BEM SABEMOS DISSO...as estações se perdem ..o que esta acontecendo???????Cadê o frio necessário para recomeçar o Ciclo Biológico.... &lt;br /&gt;FRIO TE AGUARDO SORVENDO MATE DE ESPERA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Se os Senhores da Guerra  Mateassem ao Pé do Fogo deixando o ódio pra traz, antes de lavar a erva o mundo estaria em PAZ " ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-115220946544211885?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115220946544211885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/115220946544211885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2006/07/vida-de-um-bagual.html' title='A Vida de um Bagual'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-114890464756350895</id><published>2006-05-29T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T20:16:07.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Necessidade Ecologia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/1600/P1010019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/2894/400/P1010019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando deixaremos de ser egoistas... para ser ecologistas... Nossos descendentes precisam de condições, que hoje não damos, por pensarmos em nós mesmos e nos nossos disperdícios...Amazônia, Àgua, Verde, Azul, Mata, Mar...Progresso?????Nunca... o Progresso é Regresso, os produtos duram cada vez menos, tu tem que repor por outro qdo ele estraga , pois esse conforto já se tornou necessário na nossa vida, antes tu soldava... um pequeno conserto..., hoje tu substitui mais peças e até aparelhos , pois o custo beneficio das coisas nos faz chegar a conclusão que não compensa consertar. Imagine o qto ja produziste de lixo, até o lixo orgânico que nós produzimos???///???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-114890464756350895?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/114890464756350895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/114890464756350895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2006/05/necessidade-ecologia.html' title='Necessidade Ecologia'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-114735424765077809</id><published>2006-05-11T10:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:30:47.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nós somos responsaveis</title><content type='html'>Realmente nós soms responsaveis por tudo o que produzimos ...até pela omissão ....o que nada mais é do que causa e efeito, então progridemos e meditemos para corrigir, e há muito o que corrigir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-114735424765077809?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/114735424765077809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/114735424765077809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2006/05/ns-somos-responsaveis.html' title='Nós somos responsaveis'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468101.post-114665731644857646</id><published>2006-05-03T08:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T08:55:16.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeiro dia do bagual</title><content type='html'>Hoje 03 maio é o primeiro dia do bagual...e apartir dai vou começar as minhas disertações.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468101-114665731644857646?l=obagual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/114665731644857646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468101/posts/default/114665731644857646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obagual.blogspot.com/2006/05/primeiro-dia-do-bagual.html' title='Primeiro dia do bagual'/><author><name>Francisco,      "O Bagual'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435657902761912974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKHumtu0JKI/Tea-m3b0vlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Gk_PhVJDweg/s220/J0099165.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
