<?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-3495277</id><updated>2011-07-14T18:31:21.229-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vale o Escrito</title><subtitle type='html'>Frases, citações, provérbios, escrachos, considerações, comentários, devaneios, lições, elucubrações, mal-humor, resmungos, despeito e afins.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>734</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-110877101810086802</id><published>2005-02-18T21:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T21:56:58.103-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;"Há vários motivos para não amar uma pessoa, e um só para amá-la; este prevalece". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Carlos  Drumond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-110877101810086802?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/110877101810086802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/110877101810086802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110877101810086802' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-110462683457494769</id><published>2005-01-01T22:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T22:47:14.573-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Vivemos numa época onde nada é tão indispensável como as coisas supérfluas". &lt;strong&gt;Sofocleto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-110462683457494769?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/110462683457494769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/110462683457494769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110462683457494769' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-110462670828384224</id><published>2005-01-01T22:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T22:45:08.283-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A agricultura é a arte de saber esperar". &lt;strong&gt;Riccardo Bacchelli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-110462670828384224?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/110462670828384224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/110462670828384224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110462670828384224' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-110462662160620388</id><published>2005-01-01T22:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T22:43:41.606-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Por muito boa que seja a cabeça, quase nada pode contra o coração".  &lt;strong&gt;Madeleine Scudéry&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-110462662160620388?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/110462662160620388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/110462662160620388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110462662160620388' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-110052419560637423</id><published>2004-11-15T11:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T11:09:55.606-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Meu telhado e minha casa se incendiaram. Agora, nada oculta a lua que brilha". &lt;strong&gt;Ditado Zen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-110052419560637423?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/110052419560637423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/110052419560637423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110052419560637423' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-110052407975461986</id><published>2004-11-15T11:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T11:07:59.753-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O melhor lugar do mundo é aqui e agora". &lt;strong&gt;Ditado Zen.&lt;/strong&gt; Não, não é Gilbeto Gil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-110052407975461986?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/110052407975461986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/110052407975461986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110052407975461986' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-110052396524622321</id><published>2004-11-15T11:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T11:06:05.246-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Na mente do principiante há muitas possibilidades, mas na do perito restam poucas". &lt;strong&gt;Shuryu Suzuki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-110052396524622321?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/110052396524622321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/110052396524622321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110052396524622321' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-110052387624393516</id><published>2004-11-15T11:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T11:04:36.243-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Quem pergunta é tolo uma vez , quem não pergunta é tolo sempre". &lt;strong&gt;Ditado chinês&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-110052387624393516?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/110052387624393516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/110052387624393516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110052387624393516' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-110052380779239724</id><published>2004-11-15T10:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T11:03:27.793-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O senhor atira bem porque atira com o espírito. Sempre é o espírito que acerta, o espírito que mata. Pontaria é um talento todo na idéia". &lt;strong&gt;Guimarães Rosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-110052380779239724?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/110052380779239724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/110052380779239724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110052380779239724' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-109745047657876120</id><published>2004-10-10T20:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T20:21:16.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O passado é uma lição para se meditar, não para se reproduzir". &lt;strong&gt;Mário de Andrade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-109745047657876120?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109745047657876120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109745047657876120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109745047657876120' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-109745036719970218</id><published>2004-10-10T20:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T20:19:27.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O passado pelo menos é seguro". &lt;strong&gt;Daniel Webster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-109745036719970218?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109745036719970218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109745036719970218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109745036719970218' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-109702202419369496</id><published>2004-10-05T21:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T21:20:24.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A vantagem de ter péssima memória é divertir-se muitas vezes com as mesmas coisas boas como se fosse a primeira vez". &lt;strong&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-109702202419369496?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109702202419369496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109702202419369496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109702202419369496' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-109702164090146567</id><published>2004-10-05T21:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T21:14:00.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Uma das chaves da felicidade é a falta da memória". &lt;strong&gt;Rita Mae Brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-109702164090146567?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109702164090146567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109702164090146567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109702164090146567' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-109702152124515854</id><published>2004-10-05T21:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T21:12:01.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O que lembro, tenho". &lt;strong&gt;João Guimarães Rosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-109702152124515854?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109702152124515854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109702152124515854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109702152124515854' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-109702138380956527</id><published>2004-10-05T21:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T21:09:43.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Uma boa memória nunca é tão boa como um pouco de tinta". &lt;strong&gt;Provérbio Chinês&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-109702138380956527?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109702138380956527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109702138380956527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109702138380956527' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-109631466028301405</id><published>2004-09-27T16:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T16:51:00.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A mulher que vê um cabelo louro no casaco de um homem sentado no outro lado da sala, nem sempre vê a entrada de uma garagem com três metros de largura". &lt;strong&gt;Autor desconhecido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-109631466028301405?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109631466028301405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109631466028301405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109631466028301405' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-109631447887178509</id><published>2004-09-27T16:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T16:47:58.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Eu li recentemente que o amor é totalmente uma questão de química. Deve ser este o motivo de minha mulher me tratar como ''lixo tóxico''. &lt;strong&gt;David Bissonette&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-109631447887178509?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109631447887178509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109631447887178509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109631447887178509' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-109631434863873262</id><published>2004-09-27T16:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T16:45:48.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Você não pode escolher como vai morrer, ou quando. Você só pode decidir como vai viver . Agora". &lt;strong&gt;Joan Baez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-109631434863873262?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109631434863873262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109631434863873262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109631434863873262' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-109631425321249724</id><published>2004-09-27T16:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T16:44:13.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Aprende a construir todas as suas estradas no hoje, porque o terreno do amanhã é incerto demais para os planos, e o futuro tem o costume de cair em meio ao vão". &lt;strong&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-109631425321249724?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109631425321249724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109631425321249724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109631425321249724' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-109588869285860355</id><published>2004-09-22T18:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T18:31:32.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"É inútil lamentar o vaso quebrado quando todas as forças do universo se juntaram para fazê-lo cair de suas mãos". &lt;strong&gt;William Somerset Maugham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-109588869285860355?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109588869285860355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109588869285860355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109588869285860355' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-109588839780983351</id><published>2004-09-22T18:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T18:26:37.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Não há nada de errado em você que uma reincarnação não cure". &lt;strong&gt;Jack E. Leonard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-109588839780983351?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109588839780983351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109588839780983351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109588839780983351' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-109588831580955919</id><published>2004-09-22T18:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T18:25:15.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Quando morrer, quero que me incinerem e que 10% das minhas cinzas sejam jogadas sobre meu empresário". &lt;strong&gt;Groucho Marx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-109588831580955919?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109588831580955919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109588831580955919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109588831580955919' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-109588815032159792</id><published>2004-09-22T18:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T18:22:30.323-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Quanto mais longa a explicação, maior a mentira". &lt;strong&gt;Provérbio Chinês&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-109588815032159792?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109588815032159792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109588815032159792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109588815032159792' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-109588806218105558</id><published>2004-09-22T18:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T18:21:02.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A verdade não está com os homens, mas entre os homens". &lt;strong&gt;Sócrates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-109588806218105558?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109588806218105558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109588806218105558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109588806218105558' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-109570991533685827</id><published>2004-09-20T16:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T16:51:55.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Se você gosta do cara, você tem mais é que batalhar o cara. De preferência, fazer a malinha e chegar na porta dele dizendo: vim dormir aqui". &lt;strong&gt;Elis Regina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-109570991533685827?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109570991533685827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109570991533685827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109570991533685827' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-109570972826123817</id><published>2004-09-20T16:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T16:48:48.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Você não pode ser valente se apenas lhe acontece o que é maravilhoso". &lt;strong&gt;Mary Tyler Moore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-109570972826123817?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109570972826123817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109570972826123817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109570972826123817' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-109570948623548444</id><published>2004-09-20T16:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T16:44:46.236-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O condutor do camelo tem seus planos, e o camelo tem os seus próprios". &lt;strong&gt;Anônimo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-109570948623548444?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109570948623548444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/109570948623548444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109570948623548444' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-94556410</id><published>2003-05-18T22:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T22:06:36.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Nunca me preocupo com o futuro, muito em breve ele virá". &lt;b&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-94556410?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/94556410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/94556410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94556410' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-94556382</id><published>2003-05-18T22:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T22:05:46.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Há ladrões que não se castigam, mas que nos roubam o mais precioso: o tempo". &lt;b&gt;Napoleão Bonaparte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-94556382?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/94556382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/94556382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94556382' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-94556349</id><published>2003-05-18T22:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T22:04:54.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Os dias talvez sejam iguais para um relógio, mas não para um homem". &lt;b&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-94556349?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/94556349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/94556349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94556349' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-94556298</id><published>2003-05-18T22:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T22:03:33.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Para sempre é muito tempo. O tempo não pára! Só a saudade é que faz as coisas pararem no tempo". &lt;b&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-94556298?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/94556298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/94556298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94556298' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-94556269</id><published>2003-05-18T22:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T22:02:45.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Nas asas do tempo, a tristeza voa".&lt;b&gt;Jean de La Fontaine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-94556269?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/94556269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/94556269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94556269' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-94556123</id><published>2003-05-18T21:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T21:58:10.673-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Às vezes você está discutindo com um imbecil... e ele também". &lt;b&gt; Millör Fernandes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-94556123?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/94556123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/94556123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94556123' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91938200</id><published>2003-04-03T18:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T16:56:03.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Bondade é amar as pessoas mais do que elas merecem". &lt;b&gt;Joseph Joubert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91938200?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91938200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91938200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91938200' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91938121</id><published>2003-04-03T18:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T18:31:29.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Pagai o mal com o bem, porque o amor é vitorioso no ataque e invulnerável na defesa". &lt;b&gt;Lao-Tsé&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91938121?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91938121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91938121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91938121' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91938055</id><published>2003-04-03T18:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T18:30:17.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A única diferença entre um capricho e uma paixão eterna é que o capricho dura um pouco mais".&lt;b&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91938055?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91938055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91938055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91938055' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91937902</id><published>2003-04-03T18:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T18:27:38.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O amor pode fazer um cão ladrar em versos". &lt;b&gt;John Fletcher&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91937902?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91937902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91937902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91937902' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91937836</id><published>2003-04-03T18:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T18:26:27.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Em matéria de amor, o silêncio vale mais do que a fala". &lt;b&gt;Pascal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91937836?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91937836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91937836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91937836' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91937584</id><published>2003-04-03T18:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T18:21:50.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Se eu amo a meu semelhante? Sim. Mas onde encontrar o meu semelhante"? &lt;b&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91937584?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91937584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91937584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91937584' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91795948</id><published>2003-04-01T18:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T18:41:40.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Não podemos dizer que a civilização não progride: em cada guerra, matam-nos de maneira nova". &lt;b&gt;Will Rogers &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91795948?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91795948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91795948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91795948' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91795897</id><published>2003-04-01T18:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T18:40:57.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Quem come da árvore do conhecimento sempre acaba expluso de algum paraíso". &lt;b&gt;Inge &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91795897?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91795897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91795897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91795897' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91795850</id><published>2003-04-01T18:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T18:40:12.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O poder da observação cuidadosa é chamado cinismo por aqueles que não o possuem".  &lt;b&gt;G. Shaw &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91795850?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91795850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91795850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91795850' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91795785</id><published>2003-04-01T18:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T18:39:19.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A história é uma galeria de quadros em que há poucos originais e muitas cópias". &lt;b&gt;Tocqueville&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91795785?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91795785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91795785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91795785' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91795752</id><published>2003-04-01T18:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T18:38:42.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Tudo já foi dito uma vez, mas como ninguém escuta é preciso dizer de novo". &lt;b&gt;André Gilde &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91795752?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91795752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91795752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91795752' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91795706</id><published>2003-04-01T18:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T18:38:10.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Estude as frases que parecem certas e coloque-as em dúvida". &lt;b&gt;David Riesman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91795706?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91795706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91795706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91795706' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91795684</id><published>2003-04-01T18:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T18:37:46.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Diga a verdade e saia correndo". &lt;b&gt;Provérbio Iugoslavo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91795684?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91795684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91795684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91795684' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91795665</id><published>2003-04-01T18:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T18:37:18.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Vou me tornar teu inimigo porque te conto a verdade?" &lt;b&gt;Gálatas 4:16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91795665?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91795665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91795665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91795665' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91624695</id><published>2003-03-29T21:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T21:10:11.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Se você desejar mesmo procurar a verdade, é necessário que, pelo menos uma vez em sua vida, você tenha duvidado de absolutamente tudo". &lt;b&gt;Renê Descartes &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91624695?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91624695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91624695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91624695' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91624653</id><published>2003-03-29T21:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T21:08:54.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A consciência tranqüila é o melhor remédio contra insônia". &lt;b&gt;Charles Kroponsky &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91624653?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91624653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91624653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91624653' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91624616</id><published>2003-03-29T21:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T21:07:26.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A vida não é uma pergunta a ser respondida. É um mistério a ser vivido". &lt;b&gt; Buda &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91624616?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91624616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91624616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91624616' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91624563</id><published>2003-03-29T21:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T21:05:49.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Rir de tudo é coisa dos tontos, mas não rir de nada é coisa dos estúpidos". &lt;b&gt;Erasmo de Rotterdam &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91624563?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91624563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91624563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91624563' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91624533</id><published>2003-03-29T21:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T21:04:53.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A minha preocupação não está em ser coerente com as minhas afirmações anteriores sobre determinado problema, mas em ser coerente com a verdade". &lt;b&gt;Gandhi &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91624533?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91624533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91624533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91624533' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91624510</id><published>2003-03-29T21:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T21:04:10.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A neve e as tempestades matam as flores, mas nada podem contra as sementes". &lt;b&gt; Gibran Khalil Gibran &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91624510?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91624510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91624510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91624510' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91624450</id><published>2003-03-29T21:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T21:02:59.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O homem é mortal por seus temores e imortal por seus desejos". &lt;b&gt; Pitágoras &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91624450?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91624450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91624450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91624450' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91624414</id><published>2003-03-29T21:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T21:01:52.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Almoço grátis só se encontra em ratoeiras". &lt;b&gt;John Capuzz &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91624414?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91624414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91624414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91624414' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91624383</id><published>2003-03-29T21:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T21:00:58.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Quem mata o tempo não é assassino: é suicida". &lt;b&gt;Millôr Fernandes &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91624383?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91624383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91624383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91624383' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-91624340</id><published>2003-03-29T20:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T20:59:51.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O homem que sofre antes de ser necessário, sofre mais que o necessário".&lt;b&gt; Sêneca &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-91624340?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91624340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/91624340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91624340' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-90765235</id><published>2003-03-15T13:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T13:08:13.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Se o homossexualismo fosse normal, Deus teria criado Adão e Ivo". &lt;b&gt;Anita Bryant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-90765235?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/90765235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/90765235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90765235' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-90765210</id><published>2003-03-15T13:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T13:07:16.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Tem pruridos de discriminação racial, mas fica na praia para escurecer a pele". &lt;b&gt;Max Nunes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-90765210?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/90765210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/90765210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90765210' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-90765187</id><published>2003-03-15T13:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T13:06:35.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Homem que desmunheca e mulher que pisa duro não enganam nem no escuro". &lt;b&gt;Stanislaw Ponte Preta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-90765187?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/90765187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/90765187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90765187' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-90765156</id><published>2003-03-15T13:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T13:05:27.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Os americanos estão sempre tentando fazer a coisa certa após terem tentado todas as outras alternativas". &lt;b&gt;Sir Winston Churchill&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-90765156?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/90765156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/90765156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90765156' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-90765128</id><published>2003-03-15T13:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T13:04:44.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Porque odiar alguém pela cor de sua pele, quando há muitas razões melhores para os odiá-los". &lt;b&gt;Denis Leary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-90765128?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/90765128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/90765128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90765128' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-90408775</id><published>2003-03-09T15:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T15:09:00.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O bom das segundas-feiras, do primeiro dia de cada mês, e do primeiro do Ano, é que nos dão a ilusão que a vida se renova . . .   Que seria de nós se a folhinha marcasse hoje o dia 713.789 da era Cristã"? &lt;b&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-90408775?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/90408775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/90408775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90408775' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-90408744</id><published>2003-03-09T15:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T15:08:03.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Das coisas que a sabedoria proporciona para tornar a vida inteiramente feliz, a maior de todas é uma amizade". &lt;b&gt;Epicuro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-90408744?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/90408744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/90408744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90408744' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-90408701</id><published>2003-03-09T15:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T15:06:53.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Se avistares um gigante, observa a posição do sol, e repares se o que vês não é a sombra de um anão".                &lt;b&gt;Novalis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-90408701?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/90408701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/90408701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90408701' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-89563826</id><published>2003-02-22T17:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T17:19:35.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O líder religioso não deve confortar os aflitos, deve também afligir os confortáveis". &lt;b&gt;Rabino Henry I. Sobel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-89563826?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89563826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89563826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89563826' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-89563778</id><published>2003-02-22T17:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T17:18:21.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Nem todos se contentam com sua aparência, mas todos se contentam com seu cérebro"! &lt;b&gt;Provérbio Judaico&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-89563778?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89563778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89563778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89563778' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-89563706</id><published>2003-02-22T17:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T17:16:33.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Quando a gente acorda depois dos 50 e nada dói, é porque já morremos". &lt;b&gt;Jürgen V. Manger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-89563706?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89563706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89563706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89563706' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-89563668</id><published>2003-02-22T17:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T17:15:31.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ser avó é a coisa que mais rejuvenesce. É melhor do que uma plástica". &lt;b&gt;Maria Victoria de Mesquita Benevides&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-89563668?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89563668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89563668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89563668' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-89563644</id><published>2003-02-22T17:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T17:14:56.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Não se deve deixar que a vida marque seu rosto. É como você sair com o paletó todo amassado. Parece que você não tem higiene de banho. É uma questão de higiene você passar seu rosto a ferro". &lt;b&gt;Tônia Carrero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-89563644?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89563644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89563644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89563644' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-89241032</id><published>2003-02-17T11:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T11:50:28.053-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Explica-se sobretudo o que não se entende". &lt;b&gt;Jules Amedée Barbey D'aurévilly &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-89241032?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89241032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89241032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89241032' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-89241010</id><published>2003-02-17T11:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T11:50:00.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Os tagarelas são os mais discretos de todos os homens: falam, falam e não dizem nada". &lt;b&gt;D'houdedot &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-89241010?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89241010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89241010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89241010' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-89240983</id><published>2003-02-17T11:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T11:49:31.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"As palavras são como as moedas: uma vale por muitas, e muitas não valem por uma". &lt;b&gt;Francisco de Quevedo y Villegas &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-89240983?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89240983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89240983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89240983' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-89240920</id><published>2003-02-17T11:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T11:48:16.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Um relato honesto se desenrola melhor se o fazem sem rodeios". &lt;b&gt;William Shakespeare &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-89240920?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89240920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89240920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89240920' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-89240885</id><published>2003-02-17T11:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T11:47:34.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Sê breve em teus raciocínios, que a ninguém agrada ser longo". &lt;b&gt;Miguel de Cervantes de Saavedra &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-89240885?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89240885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89240885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89240885' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-89240859</id><published>2003-02-17T11:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T11:47:00.613-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A eloquência é a arte de aumentar as coisas pequenas e diminuir as grandes". &lt;b&gt;Sócrates &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-89240859?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89240859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89240859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89240859' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-89240835</id><published>2003-02-17T11:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T11:46:32.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Há pessoas silenciosas que são muito mais interessantes que os melhores oradores". &lt;b&gt;Benjamin Disraeli  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-89240835?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89240835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89240835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89240835' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-89240813</id><published>2003-02-17T11:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T11:46:06.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Abençoado quem se abstém de falar, nos poupando da evidência de que não tem nada a dizer". &lt;b&gt;George Eliot  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-89240813?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89240813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89240813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89240813' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-89240793</id><published>2003-02-17T11:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T11:45:36.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Um intelectual é um homem que usa mais palavras que seriam necessárias para dizer mais do que ele sabe". &lt;b&gt;Dwight Eisenhower &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-89240793?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89240793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89240793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89240793' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-89240754</id><published>2003-02-17T11:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T11:44:40.236-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Numa conversa, não se esqueça de que você está mais interessado no que tem a dizer do que qualquer outra pessoa". &lt;b&gt;Andy Rooney &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-89240754?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89240754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89240754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89240754' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-89240714</id><published>2003-02-17T11:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T11:43:57.406-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Quando as pessoas falam de forma muito elaborada e sofisticada, ou querem contar uma mentira, ou querem admirar a si mesmas. Ninguém deve acreditar em tais pessoas. A fala boa é sempre clara, inteligente e compreendida por todos". &lt;b&gt;Conde Leon Nikolaievitch Tolstoi &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-89240714?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89240714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89240714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89240714' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-89052802</id><published>2003-02-13T19:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T19:27:55.720-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Acaso agora a lápide pesa menos sobre esses ossos? A posteridade louva-o; acaso agora desses manes gloriosos, desse túmulo, dessas cinzas venturosas nascem violetas"?  &lt;b&gt;Pérsio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-89052802?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89052802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89052802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89052802' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-89052687</id><published>2003-02-13T19:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T19:25:20.733-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Os defeitos visivéis são so menos graves; são muito perniciosos quando se ocultam sob um ar de saúde".  &lt;b&gt;Sêneca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-89052687?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89052687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89052687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89052687' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-89052573</id><published>2003-02-13T19:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T19:23:35.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Tornem-me maneta, gotoso, sem pernas, arranquem meus dentes bambos: contanto que me reste vida, estou contente". &lt;b&gt;Versos de Mecenas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-89052573?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89052573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89052573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89052573' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-89052333</id><published>2003-02-13T19:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T19:18:08.286-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Os médicos tem boa sorte, o sol ilumina-lhes o sucesso e a terra esconde-lhes os erros". &lt;b&gt;Nícoles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-89052333?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89052333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/89052333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89052333' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-88729930</id><published>2003-02-07T21:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T21:11:10.810-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Jamais entre em polêmica com um pescador ignorante; você não tem nada a ganhar e ele não tem nada a perder". &lt;b&gt;Paul Quinnett&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-88729930?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88729930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88729930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88729930' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-88729808</id><published>2003-02-07T21:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T21:08:09.540-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Muitos homens passam a vida pescando, sem saber que não é peixe aquilo que procuram". &lt;b&gt;Henry David Thoreau&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-88729808?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88729808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88729808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88729808' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-88729717</id><published>2003-02-07T21:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T21:06:03.880-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Os pescadores nascem sinceros, mas logo superam este defeito". &lt;b&gt;Ed Zern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-88729717?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88729717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88729717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88729717' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-88729556</id><published>2003-02-07T21:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T21:02:20.393-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A pesca é um grande esporte, um nobre esporte;é o único esporte para o qual se pode afirmar que o homem que caminha pelos barrancos debaixo de raios, trovões, granizo, chuva, vento e neve, ou fica sentado o dia todo sem se alimentar ou ainda, fica em sopa de suor numa posição toda curvada, circundado por uma grossa fumaça contendo gripe, asma e vírus de reumatismo, é o mesmo homem que não pode ser convencido de ir à igreja por que os bancos são desconfortáveis". &lt;b&gt;T.E. Pritt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-88729556?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88729556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88729556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88729556' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-88729197</id><published>2003-02-07T20:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T20:53:48.616-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Os peixes devem ser limpos logo após serem embarcados de modo que fiquem garantidos o aroma e o sabor. Os pescadores também cheiram melhor se tomarem banho de vez em quando".  &lt;b&gt;Milford Stanley Poltron&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-88729197?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88729197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88729197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88729197' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-88729013</id><published>2003-02-07T20:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T20:48:44.486-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Não conte histórias de peixes onde as pessoas conhecem você. E cuidado! Não conte tais histórias onde essas pessoas conhecem os peixes"! &lt;b&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-88729013?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88729013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88729013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88729013' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-88728900</id><published>2003-02-07T20:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T20:45:52.966-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Pescador chato é aquele que nos priva da solidão, sem nos fazer companhia". &lt;b&gt;Carlos Roberto Becker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-88728900?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88728900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88728900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88728900' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-88728822</id><published>2003-02-07T20:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T20:43:55.323-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A grande maioria dos pescadores passa a vida estabelecendo regras para a pesca da truta, e as trutas passam a vida quebrando essas regras". &lt;b&gt;George Aston&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-88728822?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88728822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88728822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88728822' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-88728714</id><published>2003-02-07T20:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T20:41:23.040-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Lei imperativa da pesca: o tucunaré prefere isca de meia-água quando você está pescando com isca de superfície e isca de superfície quando você está pescando com isca de meia-água".  &lt;b&gt;Ezequiel Theodoro da Silva&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-88728714?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88728714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88728714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88728714' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-88728600</id><published>2003-02-07T20:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T20:38:28.176-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Na pescaria e no amor só se tem sucesso com paciência e sedução". &lt;b&gt;Tucanac&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-88728600?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88728600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88728600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88728600' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-88728461</id><published>2003-02-07T20:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T20:35:09.283-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O sucesso da pescaria é inversamente proporcional à expectativa que antecede sua realização". &lt;b&gt;Marcelo Minholi &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-88728461?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88728461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88728461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88728461' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-88728332</id><published>2003-02-07T20:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T20:32:03.873-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Trabalho é para pessoas que não sabem pescar". &lt;b&gt;Paul Vocker &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-88728332?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88728332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88728332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88728332' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-88495564</id><published>2003-02-03T20:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T20:43:44.220-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O humour é a grande expressão, o melhor canal para dar notícia da vida, da nossa tragédia interior e exterior". &lt;b&gt;Otto Lara Resende&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495277-88495564?l=valeoescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88495564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495277/posts/default/88495564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeoescrito.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88495564' title=''/><author><name>Tiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513840042589426920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495277.post-88495253</id><published>2003-02-03T20:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T20:36:52.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Palavras cruzadas são a mais suave forma de loucura".  &lt;b&gt;Barão de Itararé&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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