<?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-38608845</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:02:58.977-03:00</updated><title type='text'>:::Farfalla:::</title><subtitle type='html'>Raquel</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-2388443214504409033</id><published>2008-02-04T10:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T10:45:53.525-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Esse ano e sempre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;unte amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ute pelo que acredita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ude de opinião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;amore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;re!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;ense em novas possibilidades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;ueira loucamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ia frequentemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SONHE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;rabalhe com prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;se a imaginação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;VIVA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;ele por você.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-2388443214504409033?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/2388443214504409033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=2388443214504409033' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/2388443214504409033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/2388443214504409033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2008/02/esse-ano-e-sempre.html' title='Esse ano e sempre...'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-3758818725676915593</id><published>2007-12-22T16:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:17:07.400-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/R21YuAMKk0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/03oLOrZiebg/s1600-h/christmascandle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/R21YuAMKk0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/03oLOrZiebg/s400/christmascandle3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146867496502596418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Fiquei sabendo que você cresceu&lt;br /&gt;E já não acredita mais em Papai Noel&lt;br /&gt;Como pode esquecer daquele tempo de criança,&lt;br /&gt;Onde a fantasia reinava?&lt;br /&gt;O tempo em que você antes de  se deitar&lt;br /&gt;colocava seu sapatinho, na esperança de encontrar&lt;br /&gt;o presente que Papai Noel lhe deixaria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje seus sonhos são outros ...&lt;br /&gt;Cadê a sua criança?&lt;br /&gt;Perdeste-a ao longo da vida?&lt;br /&gt;Não estará ela escondidinha no seu coração?&lt;br /&gt;Procure-a!&lt;br /&gt;Ela ainda vive dentro de você!&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que seus sonhos morram!&lt;br /&gt;A fantasia nos faz viver, sonhar, desejar ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coloque seu sapatinho na janela!&lt;br /&gt;Faça seu pedido!&lt;br /&gt;Talvez ele demore um pouco a se realizar&lt;br /&gt;Mas a vida já te ensinou que tudo tem seu tempo&lt;br /&gt;E você já aprendeu a esperar a ter paciência ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já aprendeu que se seu pedido não se realizar&lt;br /&gt;Pode já ser um grande presente,&lt;br /&gt;pois, nem tudo que queremos é para o nosso bem&lt;br /&gt;Então, pegue seu sapatinho da esperança&lt;br /&gt;coloque-o na janela do desejo&lt;br /&gt;e aguarde para que seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cbr /\&gt; 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Clique em\u003cbr /\&gt;\u003ca onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\" href\u003d\"http://www.oi.com.br/bandalarga\" target\u003d_blank\&gt;http://www.oi.com.br/bandalarg\u003cwbr /\&gt;a\u003c/a\&gt; e aproveite essa moleza!\u003cbr /\&gt;\u003cbr /\&gt;\u003cbr /\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;",0] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;se tornem realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois sorria, compreenda, dê pulos&lt;br /&gt;E agradeça seu presente de Natal!&lt;br /&gt;E seja muito, muito Feliz!&lt;br /&gt;(Autor Desconhecido)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-3758818725676915593?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/3758818725676915593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=3758818725676915593' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/3758818725676915593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/3758818725676915593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/12/fiquei-sabendo-que-voc-cresceu-e-j-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/R21YuAMKk0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/03oLOrZiebg/s72-c/christmascandle3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-116021826831256892</id><published>2007-12-22T16:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T16:29:32.509-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Recado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sempre vai existir lugar no mundo para os amores platônicos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eles não sofrem de nenhum dos males dos amores reais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e ainda dão origem às melhores poesias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-116021826831256892?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/116021826831256892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=116021826831256892' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/116021826831256892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/116021826831256892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/12/recado.html' title='Recado'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-4131624638728513862</id><published>2007-12-13T10:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T11:04:55.473-02:00</updated><title type='text'>TwentySomething</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 15px; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;After years of expensive education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A car full of books and anticipation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm an expert on Shakespeare and that's a hell of a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;But the world don't need scholars as much as I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe I'll go travelling for a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Finding myself, or start a career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Could work the poor, though I'm hungry for fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We all seem so different but we're just the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe I'll go to the gym, so I don't get fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aren't things more easy, with a tight six pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Who knows the answers, who do you trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't even seperate love from lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe I'll move back home and pay off my loans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Working nine to five, answering phones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;But don't make me live for Friday nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Drinking eight pints and getting in fights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe I'll just fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;That could solve it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Philosophers say that that's enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;There surely must be more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love ain't the answer, nor is work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The truth elludes me so much it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I'm still having fun and I guess that's the key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm a twentysomething and I'll keep being me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 15px; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jamie Cullum - Twentysomething&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-4131624638728513862?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/4131624638728513862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=4131624638728513862' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/4131624638728513862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/4131624638728513862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/12/twentysomething.html' title='TwentySomething'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-5389455075562890660</id><published>2007-12-03T18:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T18:06:42.857-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Caminho do Guerreiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Para converter-se em um sábio é necessário transitar pelo caminho do guerreiro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Um guerreiro não é alguém que vai à guerra matar pessoas e sim aquele que demonstra integridade em todas as suas ações e um controle sobre sua própria pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Um guerreiro vive cada momento de sua vida, sem orientar-se pela complacência ou pelo lamento, sem ganhar ou perder, está sempre alerta e lúcido a tudo que o rodeia. Age com abandono de si mesmo de maneira impecável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A impecabilidade do guerreiro evoca uma atitude interior, uma luz que se aproxima notavelmente da humildade e a aceitação de viver imerso na eternidade, transformando cada circunstância vital em um desafio vivo e sincero. Ninguém nasce guerreiro. O caminho continua até o final de nossas vidas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Castaneda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-5389455075562890660?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/5389455075562890660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=5389455075562890660' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/5389455075562890660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/5389455075562890660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-caminho-do-guerreiro.html' title='O Caminho do Guerreiro'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-414466069274268296</id><published>2007-12-01T13:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:17:07.495-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Perco-me e Encontro-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/R1F4UY12uQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ayb_tsvEfd0/s1600-R/leveza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/R1F4UY12uQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/B1jyin4COzg/s400/leveza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139020941467498754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                            Perco-me e encontro-me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                            em cada instante nomeado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                            quando as palavras se tornam mudas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                            invertendo o silêncio da luz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                            que me saciam de mistério&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                            e teimam em me pertencer&lt;br /&gt;                                            Eu me perco de silêncio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                            eu me encontro de esplendor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            António Sem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-414466069274268296?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/414466069274268296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=414466069274268296' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/414466069274268296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/414466069274268296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/12/perco-me-e-encontro-me.html' title='Perco-me e Encontro-me'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/R1F4UY12uQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/B1jyin4COzg/s72-c/leveza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-2553461087834602171</id><published>2007-12-01T12:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:17:07.614-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerto para Corpo e Alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/R1F2D412uPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/asw91g43UHQ/s1600-R/partitura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/R1F2D412uPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AIULPGafGLI/s400/partitura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139018458976401650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Compreendi que a vida não é uma sonata que, para realizar sua beleza, tem que ser tocada até o fim. Dei-me conta, ao contrário, de que a vida é um álbum de minissonatas. Cada momento de beleza vivido e amado, por efêmero que seja, é uma experiência completa que está destinada à eternidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Um único momento de beleza e de amor justifica a vida inteira."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rubem Alves&lt;br /&gt;Concerto para corpo e alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-2553461087834602171?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/2553461087834602171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=2553461087834602171' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/2553461087834602171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/2553461087834602171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/12/concerto-para-corpo-e-alma.html' title='Concerto para Corpo e Alma'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/R1F2D412uPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AIULPGafGLI/s72-c/partitura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-8735282053198508354</id><published>2007-11-30T17:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T17:41:54.431-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Raquel em: desventuras em série - Ônibus 34</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="q" id="q_11690c0757d5703c_1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Os novos movimentos sociais contemporâneos não estáo apenas na teoria de Edison, Kika e Ercio. Sim, eles estao presente na vida desventurada de Raquel Matos Jorge.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;[Túlio Magno dos Anjos] Moça muito boa, criada dentre os mais ilustres membros da sociedade belo-horizontina, passou a infância abastada acompanhando os ônibus que passavam pela bela avenida Afonso Pena sem nunca poder toca-los. Ao ser levada à escola pelo Charles (Mordomo porto riquenho que trabalha para a família desde quando Raquel se entende por gente) durante anos e anos de sua vida, vislumbrava aquelas grandes máquinas de metal, plástico e borracha, sem saber o que aquele bando de gente fazia ali dentro com a face repleta de uma tristeza desconhecida pela pequena Raquel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="q" id="q_11690c0757d5703c_1"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Hoje, após esperar sentadinha em um Super banco da Estação do Barreiro por 1h12 minutos eis que surge o onibus, famoso 34 o qual os passageiros já estavam preparando um motim... Ameaçaram colocar fogo no onibus e até agredir o motorista com seu companheiro trocador... E tudo isso para ir até o Jornal Super Noticias, fazer uma Super entrevista com a menina do Marketing, que está Super disponivel para o nosso Super projeto. Depois de tudo isso a Super raquel se olha no espelho e só consegue ver sua Super cara de frango, de quem andou por lados da cidade onde judas perdeu suas Super botas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-8735282053198508354?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/8735282053198508354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=8735282053198508354' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/8735282053198508354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/8735282053198508354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/11/super-raquel-em-desventuras-em-srie.html' title='Super Raquel em: desventuras em série - Ônibus 34'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-2058570794617611408</id><published>2007-07-15T10:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:17:07.790-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O melô da Rita...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087411616683857266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/Rpod6T6jFXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8XYmkLUaLxk/s400/anna+cunha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;A rita acordou, o sono passou, a fruta acabou, ônibus chegou, trabalho começou, serviço bombou, serviço acabou, aula começou, prova terminou, em casa chegou !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inspiração: Gustavo M. Jorge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ilustração de Anna Cunha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-2058570794617611408?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/2058570794617611408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=2058570794617611408' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/2058570794617611408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/2058570794617611408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-mel-da-rita.html' title='O melô da Rita...'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/Rpod6T6jFXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8XYmkLUaLxk/s72-c/anna+cunha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-1144600024887129008</id><published>2007-06-24T19:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T19:52:53.658-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O vigor da poesia brasileira</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;só&lt;br /&gt;me consolaria:&lt;br /&gt;o ejetor de teias&lt;br /&gt;do homem-aranha&lt;br /&gt;só lá no alto&lt;br /&gt;entre prédios&lt;br /&gt;não se veria&lt;br /&gt;este coração&lt;br /&gt;sem plumas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– algum vilão&lt;br /&gt;por aí&lt;br /&gt;usa um&lt;br /&gt;colar de penas&lt;br /&gt;made in&lt;br /&gt;my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–só lá em cima&lt;br /&gt;entre edifícios&lt;br /&gt;com o aval&lt;br /&gt;das pombas&lt;br /&gt;uma criança&lt;br /&gt;olha pra cima&lt;br /&gt;mamãe, mamãe&lt;br /&gt;é a mulher-aranha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não seja tola&lt;br /&gt;ela está&lt;br /&gt;limpando janelas&lt;br /&gt;só me consolaria:&lt;br /&gt;o ejetor de teias&lt;br /&gt;do homem-aranha&lt;br /&gt;só lá no alto&lt;br /&gt;entre prédios&lt;br /&gt;não se veria&lt;br /&gt;um coraçãos&lt;br /&gt;em planos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angélica Freitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-1144600024887129008?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/1144600024887129008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=1144600024887129008' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/1144600024887129008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/1144600024887129008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-vigor-da-poesia-brasileira.html' title='O vigor da poesia brasileira'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-3439865040762225717</id><published>2007-06-24T18:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:17:07.831-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A aura do cinema...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/Rn7gBWZ9-WI/AAAAAAAAAFs/thszuGIXS2I/s1600-h/cinema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079743743519488354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/Rn7gBWZ9-WI/AAAAAAAAAFs/thszuGIXS2I/s400/cinema.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" O cinema tem a capacidade de ultrapassar as fronteiras e agrega todos os segmentos da cultura: literatura, dança, música, fotografia, teatro. É a arte mais completa e democrática."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-3439865040762225717?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/3439865040762225717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=3439865040762225717' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/3439865040762225717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/3439865040762225717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/06/aura-do-cinema.html' title='A aura do cinema...'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/Rn7gBWZ9-WI/AAAAAAAAAFs/thszuGIXS2I/s72-c/cinema.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-9093589783279131934</id><published>2007-05-27T10:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:17:08.048-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos mineiros, uai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RlmSnF2yRSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5oYRA4qgh_w/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069244055866721570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RlmSnF2yRSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5oYRA4qgh_w/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Ouvi dizerem que o sotaque das mineiras deveria ser ilegal, imoral ou engordar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(...) se o sotaque desarma, as expressões são capítulos à parte. Não vou exagerar, dizendo que a gente não se entende... Mas que é algo delicioso descobrir, aos poucos, as expressões daqui, ah isso é... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Os mineiros têm um ódio mortal das palavras completas. Preferem, sabe-se lá por que, abandoná-las no meio do caminho (não dizem: pode parar, dizem: "pó parar". Não dizem: onde eu estou? dizem: "ôncôtô?"). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Parece que as palavras, para os mineiros, são como aqueles chatos que pedem carona. Quando você percebe a roubada, prefere deixá-los no caminho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Os não-mineiros, ignorantes nas coisas de Minas, supõem, precipitada e levianamente, que os mineiros vivem - lingüisticamente falando - apenas de uais, trens e sôs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Digo-lhes que não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mineiro não fala que o sujeito é competente em tal ou qual atividade. Fala que ele é "bom de serviço". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pouco importa que seja um juiz, um jogador de futebol ou um ator de filme pornô. Se der no couro - metaforicamente falando, claro ? ele é bom de serviço. Faz sentido... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mineiras não usam o famosíssimo tudo bem. Sempre que duas mineiras se encontram, uma delas há de perguntar pra outra: "cê tá boa?" Para mim, perguntar a um peixe se ele sabe nadar. Desnecessário. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há outras. Vamos supor que você esteja tendo um caso com uma mulher casada. Um amigo seu, se for mineiro, vai chegar e dizer: - Mexe com isso não, sô (leia-se: sai dessa, é fria, etc). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O verbo "mexer", para os mineiros, tem os mais amplos significados. Quer dizer, por exemplo, trabalhar. Se lhe perguntarem com o que você mexe, não fique ofendido. Querem saber o seu ofício. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Os mineiros também não gostam do verbo conseguir. Aqui ninguém consegue nada. Você "não dá conta". Siôcê (se você) acha que não vai chegar a tempo, você liga e diz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aqui, não vou dar conta de chegar na hora, não, sô. Esse "aqui" é outro que só tem aqui. É antecedente obrigatório, sob pena de punição pública, de qualquer frase. É mais usada, no entanto, quando você quer falar e não estão lhe dando muita atenção: é uma forma de dizer, olá, me escutem, por favor. É a última instância antes de jogar um pão de queijo na cabeça do interlocutor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que os mineiros não acabam as palavras, todo mundo sabe. É um tal de bonitim, fechadim, e por aí vai. Já me acostumei a ouvir: "E aí, vão?". Traduzo: "E aí, vamos?". Não caia na besteira de esperar um "vamos" completo de uma mineira. Não ouvirá nunca. Na verdade, o mineiro é o baiano lingüístico. A preguiça chegou aqui e armou rede. O mineiro não pronuncia uma palavra completa nem com uma arma apontada para a cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A propósito, um mineiro não pergunta: "você não vai?". A pergunta, mineiramente falando, seria: "cê não anima de ir"? Tão simples. O resto do Brasil complica tudo. "É, ué, cês dão umas volta pra falar os trem..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Falando em "ei...". As mineiras falam assim, usando, curiosamente, o "ei" no lugar do "oi". Você liga, e elas atendem lindamente: "eiiii!!!", com muitos pontos de exclamação, a depender da saudade... Tem tantos outros... O plural, então, é um problema. Um lindo problema, mas um problema. Sou, não nego, suspeito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Se você, em conversa, falar: - Ah, fui lá comprar umas coisas... "- Que' s coisa?" - ela retrucará. Acreditam? O plural dá um pulo. Sai das coisas e vai para o que. Ouvi de uma menina culta um "pelas metade", no lugar de "pela metade". E se você acusar injustamente uma mineira, ela, chorosa, confidenciará: - Ele pôs a culpa "ni mim". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A conjugação dos verbos tem lá seus mistérios, em Minas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem, uma senhora docemente me consolou: "preocupa não, bobo!". E meus ouvidos, já acostumados às ingênuas conjugações mineiras, nem se espantam. Talvez se espantassem se ouvissem um: "não se preocupe", ou algo assim. A fórmula mineira é sintética e diz tudo. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Até o tchau em Minas é personalizado. Ninguém diz tchau pura e simplesmente. Aqui se diz: "tchau pro cê", "tchau pro cês". É útil deixar claro o destinatário do tchau. O tchau, meu filho, é prôcê, não é pra outro, 'tendeu? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-9093589783279131934?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.descubraminas.com.br' title='Aos mineiros, uai!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/9093589783279131934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=9093589783279131934' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/9093589783279131934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/9093589783279131934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/05/aos-mineiros-uai.html' title='Aos mineiros, uai!'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RlmSnF2yRSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5oYRA4qgh_w/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-6825025062767842166</id><published>2007-05-19T15:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:17:08.170-02:00</updated><title type='text'>As Aventuras de Tintin nos cinemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/Rk9AHV2yRRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2dMiAsna6Ns/s1600-h/tintin.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066338600685290770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/Rk9AHV2yRRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2dMiAsna6Ns/s400/tintin.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Os cineastas Steven Spielberg e Peter Jackson unirão forças para criar três filmes de animação baseados na HQ belga "As aventuras de Tintin", noticiou nesta terça-feira (15) a imprensa de Hollywood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Os dois dirigirão pelo menos um filme cada um e serão os produtores das três seqüências cinematográficas inspiradas nas aventuras de Tintin, o famoso herói das histórias em quadrinhos criado pelo belga Hergé em 1929. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tintin foi por muito tempo um dos projetos mais queridos de Spielberg, que conseguiu adquirir os direitos para fazer um filme sobre a HQ no ano passado, após uma árdua negociação em Bruxelas com os herdeiros de Hergé, pseudônimo de George Remi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Segundo Spielberg, a tecnologia de animação por computador que será usada será totalmente inovadora. "Os personagens de Hergé foram ressuscitados como seres humanos, expressando emoção e um espírito que vai além do que vimos até agora com os personagens animados por computador". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spielberg e Jackson escolheram três histórias dos 23 livros sobre Tintin, publicados entre 1929 e 1976. Hergé criou várias histórias em quadrinhos, mas é sobretudo a Tintin, o famoso repórter, sempre acompanhado de seu inseparável cão Milu, lançado em 1929 numa história sobre reportagem "no país dos sovietes", a quem o autor deve sua fama universal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fonte: AFP / Bonde Londrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-6825025062767842166?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/6825025062767842166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=6825025062767842166' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/6825025062767842166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/6825025062767842166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/05/as-aventuras-de-tintin-nos-cinemas.html' title='As Aventuras de Tintin nos cinemas'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/Rk9AHV2yRRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2dMiAsna6Ns/s72-c/tintin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-5133567440388968647</id><published>2007-05-06T11:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:17:08.256-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Salve, salve Mr. Kika !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/Rj3lpFOfuNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PU9AZ3YGI94/s1600-h/faiscas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061454050174679250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/Rj3lpFOfuNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PU9AZ3YGI94/s400/faiscas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O mais importante são as pessoas e as faíscas que saem delas quando se esbarram."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Referência ao "Mundo da Vida" de Schutz, que nos mostra que as pessoas são diretamente influenciadas pelo meio de relações interpessoais próximas. A partir daí então, inicia-se uma grande descoberta para a Comunicação, que quebra o paradigma das teorias frankfurtianas que tratavam o individuo como uma grande hipoderme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-5133567440388968647?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/5133567440388968647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=5133567440388968647' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/5133567440388968647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/5133567440388968647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/05/salve-salve-mr-kika.html' title='Salve, salve Mr. Kika !'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/Rj3lpFOfuNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PU9AZ3YGI94/s72-c/faiscas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-5772173543832144767</id><published>2007-04-22T15:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:17:08.574-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplesmente Espetacular !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O diplomata norueguês Charung Gollar foi incumbido de apresentar na ONU, mês passado, um gráfico mostrando&lt;/span&gt; o&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;s principais problemas que preocuparam o mundo no decorrer de 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apresentou uma série de oito gráficos, intitulada 'O Poder das Estrelas'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi aplaudido de pé e seu trabalho foi indicado a concorrer para o prêmio Nobel em Marketing Político.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vejam alguns gráficos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angola&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RiuwBlVrkHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wReHtjQp9zQ/s1600-h/Imagem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056328547902918770" style="WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="228" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RiuwBlVrkHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wReHtjQp9zQ/s400/Imagem1.jpg" width="339" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** Pessoas Infectadas com HIV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** Pessoas Infectadas com Vírus da Malária&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** Pessoas que têm acesso a cuidados médicos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;União Européia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/Riuws1VrkII/AAAAAAAAAE8/CbZohJP24AU/s1600-h/Imagem4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056329290932260994" style="WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="201" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/Riuws1VrkII/AAAAAAAAAE8/CbZohJP24AU/s400/Imagem4.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** Consumo de Petróleo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** Produção de Petróleo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RiuxV1VrkJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7B8WW8C9xWE/s1600-h/Imagem3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056329995306897554" style="WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="230" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RiuxV1VrkJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7B8WW8C9xWE/s400/Imagem3.jpg" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;** Pessoas que vivem com menos de 10 dólares por mês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;** Pessoas que vivem com menos de 100 dólares por mês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;** Pessoas que vivem com menos de 1000 dolares por mês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;** Pessoas que vivem com mais de 100.000 dólares por mês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estados Unidos da América&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/Riu0LFVrkKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9xZxH_vK1Gs/s1600-h/Imagem5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056333109158187170" style="CURSOR: hand" height="173" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/Riu0LFVrkKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9xZxH_vK1Gs/s400/Imagem5.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;** A favor da Guerra no Iraque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** Contra a Guerra no Iraque&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;** Não sabem onde é o Iraque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-5772173543832144767?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/5772173543832144767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=5772173543832144767' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/5772173543832144767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/5772173543832144767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/04/siplesmente-espetacular.html' title='Simplesmente Espetacular !'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RiuwBlVrkHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wReHtjQp9zQ/s72-c/Imagem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-249826447815216708</id><published>2007-04-12T17:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:17:09.090-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Almas Perfumadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/Rh6UN5rElXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EL2fmc2G26k/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052638798496961906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/Rh6UN5rElXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EL2fmc2G26k/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem gente que tem cheiro de passarinho quando canta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;De sol quando acorda. De flor quando ri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao lado delas, a gente se sente no balanço de uma rede &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;que dança gostoso numa tarde grande, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;sem relógio e sem agenda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao lado delas, a gente se sente comendo pipoca na praça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lambuzando o queixo de sorvete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Melando os dedos com algodão doce da cor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;mais doce que tem pra escolher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O tempo é outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E a vida fica com a cara que ela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;tem de verdade, mas que a gente desaprende de ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem gente que tem cheiro de cafuné sem pressa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do brinquedo que a gente não largava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do acalanto que o silêncio canta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;De passeio no jardim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao lado delas, a gente percebe que a sensualidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;é um perfume que vem de dentro e que a atração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;que realmente nos move não passa só pelo corpo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Corre em outras veias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pulsa em outro lugar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao lado delas, a gente lembra que no instante em que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;rimos Deus está dançando conosco de rostinho colado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E a gente ri grande que nem menino arteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ana Cláudia Saldanha Jácomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-249826447815216708?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.releituras.com/ne_acdjacomo_almas.asp' title='Almas Perfumadas'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/249826447815216708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=249826447815216708' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/249826447815216708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/249826447815216708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/04/almas-perfumadas.html' title='Almas Perfumadas'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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das coisas belas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A mais alta, assim com a mais baixa forma de crítica, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;é uma espécie de autobiogrfia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aqueles que descobrem feios significados em coisas belas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;são corruptos, sem ser encantadores. É um defeito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aqueles que descobrem belos significados em coisas belas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;são cultos. Para estes há esperança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;São os eleitos, para quem coisas belas significam apenas Beleza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A vida moral do homem forma parte do tema do artista, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;mas a moralidade da arte consiste no uso perfeito de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;um meio imperfeito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nenhum artista deseja provar coisa alguma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Até as coisas verdadeiras podem ser provadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pensamento e linguagem são, para o artista,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;instrumentos de uma arte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Toda arte é ao mesmo tempo, superficie e símbolo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aqueles que vão abaixo da superficie fazem-no por sua conta e risco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aqueles que lêem o símbolo fazem-no por sua conta e risco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;É o espectador, e não a vida, o que a arte reflete realmente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pode-se perdoar a um homem a realização de coisa útil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;contando que ele nao a admire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A única desculpa para se fazer uma coisa inútil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;é admirá-la imensamente. (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prefácio - Retrato de Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-7046200699855656226?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/7046200699855656226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=7046200699855656226' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-1256581315205814021</id><published>2007-02-27T17:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:17:09.278-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sintaxe à Vontade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/ReSTxExzDpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9QmYgNGL1Xs/s1600-h/espetaculo__02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036312754612539026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/ReSTxExzDpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9QmYgNGL1Xs/s400/espetaculo__02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No inicio era o verbo... e o verbo era Deus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;e o verbo estava com Deus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;e já não eram sós , ambos conjugavam-se entre si, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;discutiam quem seria a primeira e a segunda pessoa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;quem era verbo... quem era Deus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;a ação e a interpretação... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;quem era a parte e quem era o todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deus (o pai, o filho e o espírito santo),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;era também o verbo (regular e irregular)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;e todos questionavam-se sobre quem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;seria o sujeito e quem seria o predicado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;quem se conjugaria no pretérito e quem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;renunciaria a forma "mais que perfeita"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deus era o verbo e o verbo era Deus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;conjugavam-se de maneira irregular... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;explicitando suas diferenças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;reconhecendo os fragmentos e os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;complementos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;buscavam a medida certa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E assim... reconheceram-se uno... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu deus, tu deus, ele deus, nós deus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;vós deus... eles deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Somos dotados deste curioso poder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;mudamos nosso significado, nosso signo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;nosso comportamento e nossos conceitos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(que por sua vez chegam ate nós depois de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;se modificarem muitas e outras vezes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;temos uma ferramenta e tanto nas mãos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;e nos pés...Temos acorrentados nossos motivos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;e sobra pra relaxarmose acomodarmos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;com a vida que levamos agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O teatro mágico é o teatro do nosso interior... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;a história que contamos todos os dias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;e ainda não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;nos demos conta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;as escolhas que fazemos em busca dos melhores atos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;dos melhores sabores,das melhores melodias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;e dos melhores personagensque nos compõem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;as peças que encenamos e aquelas que nos encerram...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;nosso roteiro imaginário &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;é a maneira improvisadade viver a vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;de sobreviver o dia, de ressaltar os tombos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;e relançar as idéias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;o teatro nosso de cada dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"O Teatro Mágico entrada para raros"(Fernando Anitelli)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dedico esse post à Michelle, grande amiga que me apresentou O Teatro Mágico.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-1256581315205814021?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.oteatromagico.mus.br' title='Sintaxe à Vontade'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/1256581315205814021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=1256581315205814021' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/1256581315205814021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/1256581315205814021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/02/sintaxe-vontade.html' title='Sintaxe à Vontade'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/ReSTxExzDpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9QmYgNGL1Xs/s72-c/espetaculo__02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-351676860838205250</id><published>2007-02-27T15:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:17:09.335-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Baltazar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/ReR_9UxzDoI/AAAAAAAAADs/XfFxR14h3WY/s1600-h/baltazar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036290974833380994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/ReR_9UxzDoI/AAAAAAAAADs/XfFxR14h3WY/s400/baltazar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Baltazar est un éléphant au look d’enfer qui a pris place dans ma sacoche avant et m’accompagne pour ce tour du monde. C’est mon pote, mon oreille, mon confident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-351676860838205250?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.destinations-ppp.fr' title='Baltazar'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/351676860838205250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=351676860838205250' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/351676860838205250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/351676860838205250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/02/baltazar.html' title='Baltazar'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/ReR_9UxzDoI/AAAAAAAAADs/XfFxR14h3WY/s72-c/baltazar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-8354533726954383932</id><published>2007-02-24T16:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:17:09.500-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Literatura em Jerusalém</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/ReCGQUxzDnI/AAAAAAAAADg/OleIJE8mv-Q/s1600-h/html_utils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035171998413819506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/ReCGQUxzDnI/AAAAAAAAADg/OleIJE8mv-Q/s400/html_utils.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No cerimonial de abertura da Feira Internacional do Livro de Jerusalém, último dia 22, Shimon Peres, vice primeiro ministro de Israel, compartilhou algumas estatísticas: "dois terços dos moradores de Jerusalém lêem pelo menos um livro por semana. A cada cinco pessoas, uma tenta escrever uma poesia ou uma prosa. E uma a cada duas sonha em se tornar um escritor", afirmou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esses ingredientes causam euforia na feira que é aberta ao público e possui oportunidades únicas para editores e agentes internacionais.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-8354533726954383932?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/8354533726954383932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=8354533726954383932' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/8354533726954383932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/8354533726954383932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/02/literatura-em-jerusalm.html' title='Literatura em Jerusalém'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/ReCGQUxzDnI/AAAAAAAAADg/OleIJE8mv-Q/s72-c/html_utils.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-5913003020514450919</id><published>2007-02-15T16:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:17:10.186-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O essencial de Relações Públicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RdSqMTKJV6I/AAAAAAAAABU/94g262bcsrQ/s1600-h/raquel_puc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031833811957667746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RdSqMTKJV6I/AAAAAAAAABU/94g262bcsrQ/s320/raquel_puc.jpg" width="413" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A imagem de uma empresa no mercado é tão importante quanto sua saúde financeira. Tanto uma quanto outra podem, em pouco tempo, provocar nada menos do que uma falência. Por isso, as companhias investem em suas imagens quantias equivalentes ao que gastam para obter qualidade nos produtos que oferecem. Resguardar e melhorar a imagem pública de uma empresa ou instituição é uma tarefa para o profissional de Relações Públicas, ou RP, como é mais conhecido. No entanto, mais do que isso, o profissional de RP está capacitado para traçar as estratégias da política de comunicação da companhia, seja com os próprios funcionários ou com a mídia, os governos, os concorrentes e a sociedade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, livre do rótulo de "organizador de festinhas", o RP atua na consolidação da marca corporativa, elabora estudos e avaliações de público-alvo, executa pesquisas de opinião e campanhas institucionais, coordena publicações internas e também organiza eventos. É de sua competência assessorar os diretores em decisões que possam ter repercussão junto à opinião pública. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-5913003020514450919?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/5913003020514450919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=5913003020514450919' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/5913003020514450919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/5913003020514450919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/02/imagem-de-uma-empresa-no-mercado-to.html' title='O essencial de Relações Públicas'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RdSqMTKJV6I/AAAAAAAAABU/94g262bcsrQ/s72-c/raquel_puc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-6450532153770262492</id><published>2007-02-14T17:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:17:10.322-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-service de Borboletas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RdNdTTKJV5I/AAAAAAAAABI/zHZPIPjHPck/s1600-h/borboleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031467794844702610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RdNdTTKJV5I/AAAAAAAAABI/zHZPIPjHPck/s320/borboleta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nestes tempos em que ativistas organizam-se mundialmente para proteger todo tipo de bicho e o uso de peles em roupas continua sendo malvisto, chama atenção alguém que tente ganhar dinheiro vendendo borboletas -- vivas -- como enfeite. As borboletas da Amazing Butterflies, empresa criada na Flórida pelo empreendedor Jose Muñiz, são muito procuradas para voar em casamentos e funerais ou em filmagens comerciais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A empresa fatura 1 milhão de dólares por ano e possui clientes como o grupo de comunicação Viacom e o canal de programação infantil Nickelodeon. Uma caixa com uma dúzia de borboletas monarcas, a espécie mais cara, custa aproximadamente 95 dólares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(fonte: Revista Exame PME)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-6450532153770262492?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/6450532153770262492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=6450532153770262492' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/6450532153770262492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/6450532153770262492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/02/self-service-de-borboletas.html' title='Self-service de Borboletas'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RdNdTTKJV5I/AAAAAAAAABI/zHZPIPjHPck/s72-c/borboleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-8015213475819265792</id><published>2007-02-12T14:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T13:35:43.984-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prevenção</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Acho a maior graça.&lt;br /&gt;Tomate previne isso,&lt;br /&gt;cebola previne aquilo,&lt;br /&gt;chocolate faz bem,&lt;br /&gt;chocolate faz mal,&lt;br /&gt;um cálice diário de vinho não tem problema,&lt;br /&gt;qualquer gole de álcool é nocivo,&lt;br /&gt;tome água em abundância, mas não exagere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diante desta profusão de descobertas,&lt;br /&gt;acho mais seguro não mudar de hábitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei direitinho o que faz bem e o que faz mal pra minha saúde.&lt;br /&gt;Prazer faz muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;Dormir me deixa 0 km.&lt;br /&gt;Ler um bom livro faz-me sentir novo em folha.&lt;br /&gt;Viajar me deixa tenso antes de embarcar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;mas depois rejuvenesço uns cinco anos.&lt;br /&gt;Viagens aéreas não me incham as pernas;&lt;br /&gt;incham-me o cérebro, volto cheio de idéias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brigar me provoca arritmia cardíaca.&lt;br /&gt;Ver pessoas tendo acessos de estupidez me&lt;br /&gt;embrulha o estômago.&lt;br /&gt;Testemunhar gente jogando lata de cerveja pela janela do carro me faz perder toda a fé no ser humano.&lt;br /&gt;E telejornais... os médicos deveriam proibir - como doem!&lt;br /&gt;Caminhar faz bem, dançar faz bem,&lt;br /&gt;ficar em silêncio quando uma discussão está pegando fogo,&lt;br /&gt;faz muito bem;&lt;br /&gt;você exercita o autocontrole e ainda acorda no outro dia sem se sentir arrependido de nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordar de manhã arrependido do que disse ou do que fez ontem à noite&lt;br /&gt;é prejudicial à saúde.&lt;br /&gt;E passar o resto do dia sem coragem para pedir&lt;br /&gt;desculpas, pior ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não pedir perdão pelas nossas mancadas dá câncer,&lt;br /&gt;não há tomate ou  mussarela que previna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir ao cinema, conseguir um lugar central nas fileiras do fundo,&lt;br /&gt;não ter ninguém atrapalhando sua visão,&lt;br /&gt;nenhum celular tocando e o filme ser espetacular, uau!&lt;br /&gt;Cinema é melhor pra saúde do que pipoca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversa é melhor do que piada.&lt;br /&gt;Exercício é melhor do que cirurgia.&lt;br /&gt;Humor é melhor do que rancor.&lt;br /&gt;Amigos são melhores do que gente influente.&lt;br /&gt;Economia é melhor do que dívida.&lt;br /&gt;Pergunta é melhor do que dúvida.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar é melhor do que nada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Luís Fernando Veríssimo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-8015213475819265792?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/8015213475819265792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=8015213475819265792' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/8015213475819265792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/8015213475819265792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/02/preveno.html' title='Prevenção'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-8536643997634759307</id><published>2007-02-12T13:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:17:10.566-02:00</updated><title type='text'>London Skies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RdCI7TKJV4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Jiosq6-3MC0/s1600-h/BigBenTheThames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030671336109332354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="236" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RdCI7TKJV4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Jiosq6-3MC0/s320/BigBenTheThames.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Paint a picture,&lt;br /&gt;Clear cut and pale on a cold winters day,&lt;br /&gt;Shapes and cool light wander the streets like an army&lt;br /&gt;of strays,&lt;br /&gt;On a cold winters Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you let me romanticize,&lt;br /&gt;The beauty in our London Skies,&lt;br /&gt;You know the sunlight always shines,&lt;br /&gt;Behind the clouds of London Skies.&lt;br /&gt;Patient moments you chill to the bone under infinite&lt;br /&gt;greys,&lt;br /&gt;Vision hindered mist settling low like a ghostly&lt;br /&gt;ballet,&lt;br /&gt;On a cold winters Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing is certain except everything you know can&lt;br /&gt;change,&lt;br /&gt;you worship the sun but now,&lt;br /&gt;can you fall for the rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Jamie Cullum - London Skies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-8536643997634759307?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jamiecullum.com' title='London Skies'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/8536643997634759307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=8536643997634759307' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/8536643997634759307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/8536643997634759307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/02/london-skies.html' title='London Skies'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RdCI7TKJV4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Jiosq6-3MC0/s72-c/BigBenTheThames.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-7946980576057294086</id><published>2007-02-09T10:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:41:51.211-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Confiança em um futuro diferente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;De alguma forma, dentro de você, você não acredita que algo irá dar certo.&lt;br /&gt;Você tem um modelo mental que dita uma regra obrigatória e injusta para você: quando algo começar a parecer com a felicidade, será arruinado.&lt;br /&gt;Não importa se o responsável é o Destino ou você mesma, o que importa é que você não se enxerga verdadeiramente feliz no futuro, mesmo que racionalmente pense o contrário.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei da história da Bela Adormecida, na qual cada fada madrinha faz um desejo para o futuro da menina, e aquela madrinha que não foi convidada para o batizado, roga uma praga e não um bom augúrio.&lt;br /&gt;Todos nós carregamos essas previsões de madrinhas para o futuro: algumas são esperanças, outras verdadeiras pragas, que ficam à espreita, e acontecem quando menos se espera. É possível modificá-las?&lt;br /&gt;Sim, é possível modificar o que chamamos modelos mentais, mas não é fácil.&lt;br /&gt;Transformar as nossas crenças internas requer mais que o simples querer: é preciso entender quais são elas e onde influenciam.&lt;br /&gt;Virgílio Vilela, professor, em seu site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.possibilidades.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Possibilidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; explica que: “Desde que começamos a perceber as coisas, vamos formando modelos mentais de como nós, as outras pessoas e o mundo são e funcionam. Às vezes, esses modelos não são muito precisos ou até são errados, como no caso em que formamos uma imagem de uma pessoa, diferente da realidade. Quando queremos mudar, esses modelos podem nos atrapalhar, em particular quando nos apegamos a eles como se fossem uma tábua de salvação, por vezes de forma inconsciente, isto é, nem nos lembramos de que estão por lá”&lt;br /&gt;Para mudar esses “óculos” que você usa para apreender o mundo, sugiro que você se pergunte, mas querendo realmente acreditar nisso: “E se no próximo relacionamento tudo der certo e não existir nenhum balde de água fria? &lt;br /&gt;E se eu começar a me identificar com minha próxima tarefa no trabalho e me sentir cada dia mais realizada?&lt;br /&gt;Tente imaginar com confiança um futuro diferente desse que parece já estar programado no seu coração!&lt;br /&gt;Convença-se através da pré-visão do seu futuro que o Destino está aí para acolher você, para torná-la uma pessoa melhor e não pregar peças...Tente, e depois me diga como se sentiu imaginando e saboreando o melhor para si.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(texto de Sonia Blota)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-7946980576057294086?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/7946980576057294086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=7946980576057294086' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/7946980576057294086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/7946980576057294086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/02/confiana-em-um-futuro-diferente.html' title='Confiança em um futuro diferente'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-2453251256926292225</id><published>2007-02-07T14:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:17:10.658-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gostosura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RcoA3SoHjyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m_DhRR-eOUg/s1600-h/gordnha.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028832883805490978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RcoA3SoHjyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m_DhRR-eOUg/s320/gordnha.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"(...) Burrice é dar valor exagerado ao que é, na essência, detalhe. Tragédia é a fome na África, o assassinato dos bebês-foca, não a falta de elastina no seu glúteo direito. Decida chutar para a estratosfera os padrões de beleza. (...)&lt;br /&gt;Não passo três horas diárias na academia, não tenho personal trainer, não gasto as tardes no shopping passeando com meu cachorrinho e com minhas amigas loiras-saradas que parecem saídas de uma linha de produção de Barbies. Nunca vou ter um corpo daqueles porque isso não é minha prioridade. O prazer que um jantar de risoto de pêra com gorgonzola e uma rubra taça de Merlot me proporcionam é muito maior que poder rebolar ferozmente a buzanfa-modelo num show da Tati Quebra-Barraco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje, sou gostosa e assumo. Mas continuo odiando qualquer mulher que fica linda de morrer num biquini. Eu decidi ser gostosa, mas não virei a Irmã Dulce. Ainda bem: decidi também que ser boazinha não combina comigo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Trecho do texto de Allin Aleixo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-2453251256926292225?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/2453251256926292225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=2453251256926292225' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/2453251256926292225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/2453251256926292225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/02/gostosura.html' title='Gostosura'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RcoA3SoHjyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m_DhRR-eOUg/s72-c/gordnha.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-5423436844665643995</id><published>2007-02-06T11:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T16:44:20.946-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Homens e Mulheres por Bruno Bozzetto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um ótimo recurso de semiótica feito em flash... Vale a pena conferir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bozzetto.com/flash/fem_male.htm"&gt;http://www.bozzetto.com/flash/fem_male.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-5423436844665643995?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bozzetto.com/flash/fem_male.htm' title='Homens e Mulheres por Bruno Bozzetto'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/5423436844665643995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=5423436844665643995' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/5423436844665643995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/5423436844665643995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/02/homens-e-mulheres-por-bruno-bozzetto.html' title='Homens e Mulheres por Bruno Bozzetto'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-8007026735604390462</id><published>2007-02-06T09:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:17:10.759-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Predator x F50</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RchtgSoHjxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/hVNmZ3iIwJU/s1600-h/predator_nota_id40563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028389385482506002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="181" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RchtgSoHjxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/hVNmZ3iIwJU/s320/predator_nota_id40563.jpg" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A alemã Adidas lançou no Brasil no último dia 29, sua mais nova campanha mundial - "Predator x F50". A ação é protagonizada pelos principais jogadores patrocinados pela marca, que são divididos em dois clubes diferentes, o Predator F.C. e o F50 Club de Fútbol, cada um representando um modelo de chuteira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O lema do time Predator é "Toda equipe precisa de um craque" e é representado por Kaká, Beckham, Ballack e Riquelme (têm espírito de equipe, determinação e precisão). Já o F50 é "Todo craque precisa de uma equipe" e representado por Messi, Robben, Podolski e Fred ( aliam talento, exibicionismo e velocidade). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;De acordo com Erich Stamminger, presidente da Adidas, o estimulante do futebol é a competição de uma equipe contra outra. "Com 'Predator x F50' nós continuamos comunicando o conceito de equipe e a atitude 'Impossible is Nothing'", conta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-8007026735604390462?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.adidas.com' title='Predator x F50'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/8007026735604390462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=8007026735604390462' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/8007026735604390462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/8007026735604390462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/02/predator-x-f50.html' title='Predator x F50'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RchtgSoHjxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/hVNmZ3iIwJU/s72-c/predator_nota_id40563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-9105472969311081292</id><published>2007-02-02T09:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:17:10.882-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma boa causa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RcMwIioHjwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qr5Xw6S_j4Q/s1600-h/jyuen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026914532367765250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RcMwIioHjwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qr5Xw6S_j4Q/s320/jyuen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jonathan Yuen é um designer gráfico e em seu site ele diz que aprendeu a tocar o coração de alguem com design em uma causa digna para continuar a vida. E aprendeu a apreciar as coisas mais finas que o surpreende, toca-o, faça-o rir e o faça pensar. E na vida há sempre alguma coisa a ser descoberta a qualquer momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-9105472969311081292?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanyuen.com/main.html' title='Uma boa causa'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/9105472969311081292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=9105472969311081292' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/9105472969311081292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/9105472969311081292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/02/uma-boa-causa.html' title='Uma boa causa'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FE_8kWLlp-M/RcMwIioHjwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qr5Xw6S_j4Q/s72-c/jyuen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-117033397919142095</id><published>2007-02-01T10:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T10:48:23.753-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PicTaps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/932/4293/1600/635197/pictaps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="149" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/932/4293/320/538469/pictaps.jpg" width="377" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;À primeira vista pode achar que é um site totalmente inútil, mas é uma boa forma de passar um pouco o tempo - se você o tem. Basicamente, voce cria um desenho em 2D, que ganha vida e movimento ao se transformar em 3D.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-117033397919142095?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://roxik.com/pictaps/' title='PicTaps!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/117033397919142095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=117033397919142095' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/117033397919142095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/117033397919142095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/02/pictaps.html' title='PicTaps!'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38608845.post-116906059469271109</id><published>2007-01-17T16:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T11:09:46.416-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Receita de Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para você ganhar belíssimo Ano Novo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;cor do arco-íris, ou da cor da sua paz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ano Novo sem comparação com todo o tempo já vivido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(mal vivido talvez ou sem sentido) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;para você ganhar um ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;não apenas pintado de novo, remendado às carreiras, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;mas novo nas sementinhas do vir-a-ser; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;novo até no coração das coisas menos percebidas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(a começar pelo seu interior) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;novo, espontâneo, que de tão perfeito nem se nota, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;mas com ele se come, se passeia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;se ama, se compreende, se trabalha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;você não precisa beber champanha ou qualquer outra birita, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;não precisa expedir nem receber mensagens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(planta recebe mensagens? passa telegramas?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não precisa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;fazer lista de boas intenções &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;para arquivá-las na gaveta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não precisa chorar arrependido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;pelas besteiras consumidas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;nem parvamente acreditar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;que por decreto de esperança &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;a partir de janeiro as coisas mudem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;e seja tudo claridade, recompensa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;justiça entre os homens e as nações, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;liberdade com cheiro e gosto de pão matinal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;direitos respeitados, começando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;pelo direito augusto de viver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para ganhar um Ano Novo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;que mereça este nome, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;você, meu caro, tem de merecê-lo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;tem de fazê-lo novo, eu sei que não é fácil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;mas tente, experimente, consciente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;É dentro de você que o Ano Novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;cochila e espera desde sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade, Receita de Ano Novo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38608845-116906059469271109?l=farfallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/feeds/116906059469271109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38608845&amp;postID=116906059469271109' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/116906059469271109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38608845/posts/default/116906059469271109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farfallas.blogspot.com/2007/01/receita-de-ano-novo.html' title='Receita de Ano Novo'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285884982208513642</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
