<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283</id><updated>2009-02-21T10:31:02.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Venha a nós a nossa energia :)</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog da unicidade positivista</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114846110596823337</id><published>2006-05-24T09:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T09:58:25.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Volto já !</title><summary type='text'>Peço desculpa pela interrupção, o blog segue dentro de dias.Vou fazer um retiro espiritual. E prometo voltar com ideias frescas e arejadas.Namaste</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114846110596823337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114846110596823337&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114846110596823337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114846110596823337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/05/volto-j.html' title='Volto já !'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114834997245911007</id><published>2006-05-23T02:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T10:41:06.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A formiga</title><summary type='text'>- Não pises essa formiga ! Não a mates !- Porquê ?- Deixa-a em paz.- Porquê ?- Porque estás vivo. Podes escolher.- Han ?- Porque é que tens de escolher esmagá-la ?!- É só uma formiga !- E tu ? Tu és o quê ?---formigado Lat. formicas. f., Zool., pequeno insecto himenóptero da família dos formicídeos; variedade de pêra; pessoa económica ou muito pequena; baixio.loc. adv.,à -: sorrateiramente</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114834997245911007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114834997245911007&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114834997245911007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114834997245911007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/05/formiga.html' title='A formiga'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114830438311662389</id><published>2006-05-22T14:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T14:32:03.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Resposta a Vinicius</title><summary type='text'>Oferece-se amigoSer humano, com sentimentos e coração.Fala e ouve.Gosta de poesia, dos dias, dos pássaros, do sol e da lua, das canções do vento e da brisa.Sente amor. Respeita o próximo e a dor. Guarda os segredos que lhe pedem.Não é de primeira nem de segunda mão, apenas de coração.Enganou, já foi enganado e aprendeu.Não é puro nem impuro, é um ser do mundo.Tem ideais e não receia nem percas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114830438311662389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114830438311662389&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114830438311662389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114830438311662389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/05/resposta-vinicius.html' title='Resposta a Vinicius'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114829475520215304</id><published>2006-05-22T11:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T11:45:55.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Respeito pelos mais novos</title><summary type='text'>Quando olho para uma criança vejo a que fui.Lembro o que pensava ser quando fosse grande.Lembro-me das bincadeiras e do que me fazia feliz.Vejo que ela constrói um mundo, um futuro.E ri.Vejo o meu futuro e o meu mundo.Vejo a esperança. E sorrio.--infânciado Lat. infantias. f., período da vida do homem que vai do nascimento até à puerícia; meninice; o conjunto das crianças; início.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114829475520215304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114829475520215304&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114829475520215304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114829475520215304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/05/respeito-pelos-mais-novos.html' title='Respeito pelos mais novos'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114799928177726059</id><published>2006-05-19T01:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T10:07:34.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Renascer</title><summary type='text'>Cada novo dia é um renascer.Os que crescem vigorosos na força da juventude, sentem-se mais fortes.Os que vivem a plena vida, sentem-se a viver.Para os que julgam iniciar o seu declínio, sentem-se vivos e a tempo de adiar o declínio. (Por vezes esquecem-se de contrariar o declínio e iniciam-no, perdendo a oportunidade que cada dia lhe traz de o combater)Para os que envelhecem, sobrevivem. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114799928177726059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114799928177726059&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114799928177726059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114799928177726059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/05/renascer.html' title='Renascer'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114799711602479169</id><published>2006-05-19T00:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T01:05:16.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Blues</title><summary type='text'>"Natural Blues"Moby.....oh lordy, trouble so hardoh lordy, trouble so hard,don't nobody know my troubles but Goddon't nobody know my troubles but Godwent down the hill, the other daymy soul got happy and stayed all dayoh lordy...went in the room, didn't stay long,looked on the bed and brother was deadoh lordy...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114799711602479169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114799711602479169&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114799711602479169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114799711602479169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/05/natural-blues.html' title='Natural Blues'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114790778075559421</id><published>2006-05-18T00:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:16:20.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiração</title><summary type='text'>Será que aquela inspiração que buscamos para a nossa vida, para os nossos dias vem também com aquela outra fisiológica ? Aquela que fazemos quando puxamos o ar para dentro ? Será suficiente ?Ou será que com o ar que inspiramos temos de trazer algo mais ?Será que a teremos de procurar ou pedir ?Será que ela está tão perto de nós que não a vemos ? Ou antes pelo contrário ?E se estiver longe, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114790778075559421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114790778075559421&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114790778075559421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114790778075559421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/05/inspirao_18.html' title='Inspiração'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114790759459764003</id><published>2006-05-18T00:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T00:57:43.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lift me up</title><summary type='text'>"Lift me up"Moby.....Plain talkingHas ruined us nowYou never know howSweeter then tough...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114790759459764003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114790759459764003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114790759459764003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114790759459764003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/05/lift-me-up_18.html' title='Lift me up'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114785928255452818</id><published>2006-05-17T10:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:49:55.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas e Pontes</title><summary type='text'>As pessoas entram na nossa vida, passam, algumas ficam e outras vão ficando.Outras agarram-nos.A outras agarramo-nos e mantemo-nos próximos.Pelas vidas de outras entramos, passamos e em algumas vamos ficando.A algumas deixamos pontes, com outras cultivamos pontes.Sobre outras ainda perguntamos o porquê de terem entrado na nossa vida, da mesma forma que algumas perguntarão o mesmo sobre nós.Serão </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114785928255452818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114785928255452818&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114785928255452818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114785928255452818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/05/pessoas-e-pontes.html' title='Pessoas e Pontes'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114777085509315944</id><published>2006-05-16T10:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:22:39.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my angel</title><summary type='text'>"Angel"Massive AttackYou are my angelCome from way aboveTo bring me love---anjo do Lat. angelu &lt; Gr. ággelos, mensageiro</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114777085509315944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114777085509315944&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114777085509315944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114777085509315944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-are-my-angel.html' title='You are my angel'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114770714605773472</id><published>2006-05-15T16:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:14:34.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Glycis</title><summary type='text'>Há muitos muitos anos, mais do que a história pode contar, dois jardineiros – Aquila e Apus - juntaram-se para plantar e cuidar de uma flor especial e rara – a Glycis.Cada um deles tinha outras plantas para cuidar, mas cada um por seu lado ia cuidando dela e fazendo-a crescer.Por vezes zangavam-se, afastavam-se, e Glycis, com a falta de cuidado, murchava e quase definhava. Mas sempre, em algum </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114770714605773472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114770714605773472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114770714605773472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114770714605773472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/05/glycis.html' title='Glycis'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114769473946550101</id><published>2006-05-15T12:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T13:07:49.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sistemas e Transferências</title><summary type='text'>Somos seres sociais e interactivos, por muito solitários, autónomos ou independentes que queiramos ser. Ou sejamos mesmo.Interagimos com outros indivíduos, grupos, situações e informações.Integramo-nos em sistemas de vida, de funcionamento social, de trabalho ou de desporto.Aquilo que gostamos ou perante o qual reagimos bem, faz-nos agir de uma forma tranquila e bem disposta noutras </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114769473946550101/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114769473946550101&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114769473946550101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114769473946550101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/05/sistemas-e-transferncias.html' title='Sistemas e Transferências'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114742743255248286</id><published>2006-05-12T10:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T11:02:09.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhar para além da Realidade</title><summary type='text'>A Realidade chega até nós de forma natural ou é por nós procurada. Conhecemo-la, vivemo-la e por vezes defendemo-la.No entanto será prudente acautelarmo-nos, sem nunca desconfiar, sobre a Realidade que nos chega e as suas origens. Até porque esse cuidado nos irá ajudar a entendê-la melhor.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114742743255248286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114742743255248286&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114742743255248286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114742743255248286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/05/olhar-para-alm-da-realidade.html' title='Olhar para além da Realidade'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114733237185642740</id><published>2006-05-11T08:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T11:43:20.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Intuição</title><summary type='text'>intuiçãodo Lat. intueres. f.,acto de intuir;percepção rápida;conhecimento claro e imediato, sem utilização do raciocínio;predisposição especial para apreender rapidamente determinados conhecimentos;pressentimento;Filos.,contemplação pela qual se atinge em toda a sua plenitude uma verdade de ordem diversa daquelas que se atingem por meio da razão.---Já seguiste a tua hoje ?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114733237185642740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114733237185642740&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114733237185642740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114733237185642740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/05/intuio_11.html' title='Intuição'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114725515261529505</id><published>2006-05-10T10:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T11:17:10.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Bem activo</title><summary type='text'>Para se estar Bem, fazermos o Bem e sentirmo-nos Bem, precisamos de ser dinâmicos nessa atitude.E sermos dinâmicos implica contrariar por vezes coisas, situações ou pessoas que não estão tão bem.Esta atitude pode parecer uma preocupação excessiva com o chamado "Mal" - dando-lhe muita importância e mais dimensão do que mereceria. Mas não é assim...O Bem implica coragem para o ser, para o estar e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114725515261529505/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114725515261529505&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114725515261529505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114725515261529505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-bem-activo.html' title='O Bem activo'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114717445491259108</id><published>2006-05-09T12:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:18:38.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inveja - Uma outra perspectiva social</title><summary type='text'>É vulgar ouvir, ver e ler que alguns povos - como o português - têm na inveja um mal nacional. Endémico e resistente, como alguns vírus mutantes.Mas a inveja não é um sentimento nacional genético herdado - é antes um sentimento cultivado para que as massas se conformem, não admirem e não procurem igualar.Quando ouvir falar da inveja dos portugueses, pergunte-se porque são eles invejosos e porque </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114717445491259108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114717445491259108&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114717445491259108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114717445491259108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/05/inveja-uma-outra-perspectiva-social.html' title='Inveja - Uma outra perspectiva social'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114681863701158082</id><published>2006-05-05T09:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T09:43:57.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Road to Paradise ?</title><summary type='text'>Road to Nowhere - Talking HeadsWell we know where we’re goin’But we don’t know where we’ve beenAnd we know what we’re knowin’But we can’t say what we’ve seenAnd we’re not little childrenAnd we know what we wantAnd the future is certainGive us time to work it outWe’re on a road to nowhereCome on insideTakin’ that ride to nowhereWe’ll take that rideI’m feelin’ okay this mornin’And you know,We’re on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114681863701158082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114681863701158082&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114681863701158082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114681863701158082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/05/road-to-paradise.html' title='Road to Paradise ?'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114678479133502976</id><published>2006-05-05T00:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:19:51.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O pára-quedas</title><summary type='text'>Charles Plumb, era piloto de um bombardeiro na guerra do Vietnam..Depois de muitas missões de combate, seu avião foi atingido por um míssil.Plumb saltou de pára-quedas, foi capturado e passou seis anos numa prisão norte-vietnamita.Ao regressar aos Estados Unidos, passou a dar palestras relatando sua odisséia e o que aprendera na prisão.Certo dia, num restaurante, foi saudado por um homem:“Olá, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114678479133502976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114678479133502976&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114678479133502976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114678479133502976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-pra-quedas_04.html' title='O pára-quedas'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114670906037551657</id><published>2006-05-04T03:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T03:17:40.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Libertação</title><summary type='text'>"A libertação da mulher é condição fundamental para a libertação de toda a humanidade"Karl MarxCada vez acredito mais nisto.A cada dia que passa vendo os homens a dominar o mundo tenho mais esperança na mulher.A cada dia que passa desespero para que cheque esse dia.A cada dia que passa mais penso que está na hora.....Preparemo-nos para abraçar esse dia.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114670906037551657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114670906037551657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114670906037551657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114670906037551657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/05/libertao.html' title='Libertação'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114665550046392560</id><published>2006-05-03T12:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T12:31:39.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia em que Deus entornou o balde da tinta</title><summary type='text'>Da zona de Carrizo, em plena Califórnia, veio esta foto tirada por Barbara Mathews em Maio de 2005.Um feito que o homem não poderá igualar.O dia em que Deus entornou o balde da tinta...(clique para aumentar)   Obrigado a R. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114665550046392560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114665550046392560&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114665550046392560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114665550046392560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-dia-em-que-deus-entornou-o-balde-da.html' title='O dia em que Deus entornou o balde da tinta'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114665331440340550</id><published>2006-05-03T11:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T11:48:34.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O rato, a seringa e a chefe</title><summary type='text'>Um amigo meu dizia-me há alguns dias que tinha medo de seringas e de ratos. E outro dizia-me que não suportava a chefe - que já não a podia ver à frente, etc. etc.Lembrei-me de lhes sugerir uma abordagem budista, propondo a um que encontrasse uma imagem de uma ratazana e uma seringa e ao outro uma foto da sua chefe.Quando as conseguissem deveriam colocá-las na sua secretária e olhá-las </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114665331440340550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114665331440340550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114665331440340550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114665331440340550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-rato-seringa-e-chefe.html' title='O rato, a seringa e a chefe'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114656266782123701</id><published>2006-05-02T08:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:21:06.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostrar a Alma</title><summary type='text'>Dizia Roberto Benigni a propósito do seu novo filme - "O Tigre e a Neve" - que gostava de ver as pessoas a rir, porque desta forma lhes vê a alma.Eu cá gosto do Roberto, do que ele faz, do que representa e porque me faz rir de uma forma séria.E porque gosto dele dou crédito ao que ele diz - normalmente somos assim. E fiquei a pensar se não seria por isso mesmo que não nos riamos mais. Porque </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114656266782123701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114656266782123701&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114656266782123701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114656266782123701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/05/mostrar-alma.html' title='Mostrar a Alma'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114643456356820219</id><published>2006-04-30T23:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T23:06:59.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mattafix - Big City Life</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114643456356820219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114643456356820219&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114643456356820219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114643456356820219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/04/mattafix-big-city-life.html' title='Mattafix - Big City Life'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114623024742054926</id><published>2006-04-28T14:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:31:03.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos e Limites</title><summary type='text'>Somos seres fantásticos, com recursos e perícias únicas. De tal forma que quando acreditamos num determinado objectivo, focamo-nos, trabalhamos nele dia e noite. Semanas e meses e...conseguimo-lo. O inverso também acontece. E se, por alguma razão, acreditamos que o nosso mundo acabou....o que muitas vezes se consegue é enterrá-lo ainda mais fundo, com todas as nossas energias.É por isso fácil </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114623024742054926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114623024742054926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114623024742054926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114623024742054926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/04/sonhos-e-limites.html' title='Sonhos e Limites'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110283.post-114613572241183939</id><published>2006-04-27T12:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:09:16.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Super Heróis</title><summary type='text'>Recentemente o Sci-Fi Channel fez um casting para o seu reality show "Who Wants to Be a Super Hero". Centenas de candidatos a super herói surgiram com os mais variados nomes e poderes - a Vingadora Amazona, o Homem-Terra, o Energizer, o Relâmpago, o Falador, etc. etc.Pessoas completamente vulgares com as mais diversas profissões desde designers, vendedores, professores e até psicólogos, avançaram</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/feeds/114613572241183939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6110283&amp;postID=114613572241183939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114613572241183939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110283/posts/default/114613572241183939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbull.blogspot.com/2006/04/os-super-heris.html' title='Os Super Heróis'/><author><name>Gugas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937285997593039674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00109033194380166969'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>