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Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’97... wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing every day that scares you. Sing. Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own. Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do not read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen.
(em espirito de fim do ano, principio do ano)

Bom Natal!

Evangelho de Nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo segundo S. Lucas

"Naqueles dias, saiu um decreto de César Augusto, para ser recenseada toda a terra. Esse recenseamento foi o primeiro que se fez, quando Quirino era governador da Síria. E todos iam recensear-se, cada qual à sua própria cidade. José subiu também lá da Galileia, da cidade de Nazaré, até à Judeia, à cidade de David chamada Belém, por ser da casa e da descendência de David, a fim de se recensear, com Maria, sua esposa, que estava para ser mãe. E, enquanto ali se encontravam, chegou o dia de Ela dar à luz, e teve o Seu filho primogénito. Envolveu-O em panos e recostou-O numa manjedoura, por não terem lugar na hospedaria.
Na mesma região, havia pastores, que viviam nos campos e guardavam de noite o rebanho. O Anjo do Senhor aproximou-se deles, e a glória do Senhor cercou-os de luz, e eles tiveram muito medo. Disse-lhes o Anjo «Não temais, pois venho trazer-vos uma boa nova, que será grande alegria para todo o povo: nasceu-vos hoje, na cidade de David, um Salvador, que é o Messias Senhor. Isto vos servirá de sinal: achareis um Menino envolto em panos e deitado numa manjedoura.» De súbito, juntou-se ao Anjo a multidão do exército celeste, que louvava a Deus e dizia: «Glória a Deus nas altura, e paz na terra aos homens que Ele ama».

bom natal, meus queridos e minhas queridas!

búzio do mar

Francisco
(a 10/12/2005 era assim. agora está maior. já é um homem!)

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senhor administrador...!

nao vale censurar!

nao vale pôr e tirar posts

(quem põe e tira para o inferno gira;))

Estão em casa

Ok, primeiro escrito aqui neste painel.
Jantar na 6ª. Sim, não? Quere-se opiniões.
E também sugestões quanto ao blog (qual deve ser a descrição, que ainda não tem, cores, tipos de letra e tudo aquilo de que se lembrarem).