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Quer uma mulher sem celulite e sem "TPM"?&lt;br /&gt;Que não se estresse com suas mancadas? &lt;br /&gt;Que não largue você, quando for infiel?&lt;br /&gt;Que admita você gritar com ela? &lt;br /&gt;Que aceite tudo o que você fala e não questione nada?&lt;br /&gt;E que te ame para sempre ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você quer uma dessas..&lt;br /&gt;Compre uma "barbie" amigão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora,&lt;br /&gt;Se você quer uma mulher de "verdade"&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro "vire homem", aceite todos aqueles itens citados ali em cima e fique feliz se conseguir manter uma dessas ao seu lado..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher bonita não é aquela que todos elogiam seus seios ou quadril.&lt;br /&gt;Mulher bonita é aquela que tem uma personalidade e um caráter tão magníficos, que não deixa possibilidades para admirar as partes isoladas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cair, aprender, levantar-se&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591830708957130908-8774174464749212810?l=nathiideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;"Ela é uma moça de poses delicadas, sorrisos discretos e olhar misterioso. Ela tem cara de menina mimada, um quê de esquisitice, uma sensibilidade de flor, um jeito encantado de ser, um toque de intuição e um tom de doçura. Ela reflete lilás, um brilho de estrela, uma inquietude, uma solidão de artista e um ar sensato de cientista. Ela é intensa e tem mania de sentir por completo, de amar por completo e de ser por completo. Dentro dela tem um coração bobo, que é sempre capaz de amar e de acreditar outra vez. Ela tem aquele gosto doce de menina romântica e aquele gosto ácido de mulher moderna "
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&lt;br /&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591830708957130908-2737487195983362893?l=nathiideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Como dizia Chico Science: Um Passo à Frente e Você Não Está Mais no Mesmo Lugar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Será mesmo existe sempre em nós uma necessidade de mudança, de limpa o armarinho (coração), de deixa novos ares entrarem? Nem sempre é fácil tomar essa decisão, mas ela sempre se mostra importante para que criemos coragem e enfrentemos o mostro do armário.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junta cartas, bilhetes, presentes que te fazem ter péssimas lembranças para quer, se martiriza, se maltrata.... auto-piedade não é lá uma boa vibe. Então veremos o que é melhor qual a opção a tomar, espera que uma solução caia do céu não mesmo, correremos atras, mostraremos como somos mas forte do que isso e que garra e coragem não falta pra bater de frente com os problemas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mudança nem sempre e ruir, chato, na maioria das vezes vem para nosso bem, para o nosso crescimento, seja espiritual, pessoal, material. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Veja sempre o lado positivo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nathália Freitas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591830708957130908-8506201625964377086?l=nathiideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Diga somente o que você realmente quer dizer. Evite usar a palavra para falar contra você ou fazer fofocas de outras pessoas. Use o poder da sua palavra no sentido da verdade e do amor.&lt;br /&gt;Isto me lembra muito da parábora sobre o sentido da necessidade das coisas, em Sócrates. Somente podemos falar algo que é verdadeiramente útil e que não prejudique nenhum de nossos pares. A Fraternidade Universal agradece (e por favor, quando digo Fraternidade Universal remeto ao sentido global e não ao de uma seita ou organização, mas em um sentimento latente no coração de cada ser humano). Busque o sentido da Verdade… Acredito que a mensagem principal seja esta, mas o que será a Verdade? Acredito que qualquer palavra limitaria o conceito desta nobre idéia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO LEVE AS COISAS PARA O LADO PESSOAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada que as outras pessoas fazem é por causa de você. O que os outros dizem ou fazem é uma projeção da realidade deles, de seus próprios sonhos. Quando você fica imune às opiniões e ações dos outros, você não será vítima de sofrimento desnecessário.&lt;br /&gt;Poxa, mas isso sim é conselho neste mundo de pessoas perdidas e com a mania de perseguição. Algum dos leitores têm este esranho hábito? Eu já sofri muito deste mal e ainda sofro, porém cada dia é um passo para o crescimento. Quando dizemos que o mundo está contra nós estamos assumindo a posição mais egocêntrica em nosas vidas, pois achamos que somos o centro do universo e que tudo gira em torno dos nossos problemas e anseios. O mundo já complicado demais para que se preocupem somente contigo, portanto deixe de frescura e viva a sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO FAÇA PRESSUPOSIÇÕES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenha a coragem de fazer perguntas e de expressar o que realmente você quer. Comunique-se com os outros o mais claramente possível, para evitar mal-entendidos, tristezas e dramas. Somente com esse princípio você poderá transformar completamente a sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou nem comentar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEMPRE FAÇA O SEU MELHOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu melhor muda de um momento para outro; será diferente quando você estiver bem de saúde e quando não. Em qualquer momento, faça simplesmente o seu melhor, e assim você evitará auto-julgamento, auto-abuso e arrependimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Arrependimentos… isso é importante ser discutido, pois em todas as nossas relações sempre observamos outrem a reclamar de seus mal passos dados em relação a pessoa T ou Z. Para que isto seja evitado, uma coisa é simples: busque ser a melhor pessoa que puder e não menos e nem mais. Assim, evitará problemas como os do tipo: – fulano nunca me amou e etc. Siga sempre à intuição humana que diz: – se você fez o melhor que pode então siga em frente e não viva coisas que já estão mortas para a vida em si. Bem, esta é a mensagem. Um abraço e Namaskar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591830708957130908-6987920940286772339?l=nathiideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Com a construção do mercado tomou a rua o nome vulgar de &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ribeira da Boa Vista, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;isto é, o trecho que vai da fachada lateral da igreja da Santa Cruz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;aos &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quatro Cantos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;, assim chamado pelo cruzamento de quatro ruas distintas: a de S. Gonçalo, em seguida, o termo da rua do Visconde de Albuquerque, outrora da Glória, e começo da do Visconde de Goiana, anteriormente do Cotovelo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="text-indent: 1.25cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; border: none; padding: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt; &lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;No local já funcionou uma estrebaria e o cemitério da Capela, hoje, igreja de Santa Cruz. Há poucos registros oficiais, porém na época da escravidão foi também um mercado de escravos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="text-indent: 1.25cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; border: none; padding: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt; &lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apesar de ter sofrido diversas intervenções e reformas, o Mercado da Boa Vista mantém até hoje muitas de suas características arquitetônicas. O portal, em ferro, conserva até hoje em suas pilastras um símbolo que identifica o local onde se negociavam ou leiloavam os escravos negros trazidos da África, chamado atualmente pelos comerciantes de &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;maçã portuguesa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="text-indent: 1.25cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; border: none; padding: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt; &lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;Seus 63 boxes, onde atualmente são comercializados cereais, verduras, carnes, peixes, frios, ervas, artigos de armarinho e abrigam pequenos bares de comida regional muito apreciados pelo frequentadores, eram destinados à expor e vender escravos africanos que chegavam ao Brasil através de contrabando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt; &lt;span &gt; &lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;O mercado da Boa Vista, se diferencia dos outros estabelecimentos de mesmo tipo na região. Em quanto o mercado de São José, consagrado como "Monumento Nacional" desde 1973, já é um ponto turístico obrigatório para aqueles que visitam a cidade, o Boa Vista recebe apenas o público local que utiliza o local para encontro com amigos, reuniões de poetas, cordelistas, para show, rodas de samba encontro de blocos carnavalescos. Atualmente, a prefeitura está realizando obras de melhoria na área interna e externa do estabelecimento, mas ainda há muito que se mudar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt; &lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;Em quanto os outros mercados se prezam pelo valor cultural que possuem, e o exploram tornando-os centros de artesanatos popular, no mercado da Boa Vista pouca arte é vista. Um local onde já foi destinado à venda de escravos africanos que chegavam ao Brasil através de contrabando, poderia utilizar deste seu passado para atrair turistas e mais  moradores locais.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt; &lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se tratando de festa, o mercado serve como ponto de apoio de blocos como o Anárquica Amantes de glória que arrasta muita gente pelas ruas do bairro da boa vista. Durantes outras períodos como no mês de maio acontece o Festival&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comedoria de Mercado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;também se mantem movimentado durante as demais festividades como semana santa, são joão e natal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt; &lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acredito que hoje em dia é um dos melhores  lugares para reunir amigo, ouvir boa musica conversa com intelectuais, o mercado já se tornou marco da nova geração pernambucana .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trabalho para disciplina de Gestão da Cultura Pernambucana.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591830708957130908-1424172085351670441?l=nathiideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu não corro esse risco porque meus filhos foram muito bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;educados e não viveram em ambiente como lamentavelmente é o teu”. O bloco AS ALMAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SEBOSAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; DE OLINDA-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;, em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;carácter extra ordinário&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;, convoca todos os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OLINDENSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;, brancos, pretos, azuis, amarelos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;homo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;héteros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;, pobres, ricos, homens, mulheres, todas as nações, todas as comunidades, todos os bonitos, bonitas, os feios, os gordos, os magros, os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;promíscuos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; ou não, enfim, a todos os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;brasileiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;, a participar no dia 02/04/2011, a partir das 16:00h, nos 4 CANTOS, no bairro do CARMO, em OLINDA-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;PE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;., de ato de protesto e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;repúdio&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; em desfavor do referido ignóbil deputado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Petição Em Repudio ao Deputado Jair Bolsonaro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peticaopublica.com/?pi=P2011N8333"&gt;http://www.peticaopublica.com/?pi=P2011N8333&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vamos tira ele da câmara de deputados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591830708957130908-7723781127130782941?l=nathiideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Em fevereiro também frequentes as previas do bairro de Casa Forte o de Bar em bar e o Acorda pra Toma Gagau e pude prestigiar Monobloco e Faringes da Paixão.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;No primeiro dia do carnaval vou bem leve o cortejo dos batuqueiros vindo da rua da moeda até o marco zero comandados pelo mestre Naná de Vasconcelos e varias nações da maracatu sempre encantam a todos que estão vendo ou pela primeira ou pela decima vez, seguindo de um belo show da cantora pernambucana Isaar e Maciel Salu no palco do marco zero nesse momento eu está bem posicionada no camarote da skol e pra termina a noite a união das mulheres no projeto “ &lt;span style="color:#333333"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;ob o mesmo céu - Mulheres do Brasil", que dirigido por Lenine contou com a participação das cantoras da MPB: Maria Gadu, Zélia Duncan, Marina Lima, Elba Ramalho, Roberta Sá, Céu, Fernanda Takai, Mariana Aydar, Karina Burh, Nena Queiroga e Isaar, e foi perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;No dia subsequente o dia talvez mas esperado pra quem gosta de carnaval o Galo da madrugada, mas dessa vez eu fui pra Olinda e só no final da tarde só pra ver a saída Troça Carnavalesca Ceroula de Olinda arrastando multidões e fazendo a galera ferver em frente a prefeitura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Já no domingo talvez pra mim o dia mais esperado sair de casa ainda tardinha pra pega o lugar no Pólo Mangue( Festival Recbeart) pra ver o que já se tornou acredito o maior bloco parado de Recife o Quanta Ladeira que destilo todo o seu venenos com suas sátiras a respeito de políticos, músicos e celebridades, liderados por Lula Queiroga e vários cantores, compositores e músicos do meio artístico de Pernambuco e do Brasil. Ainda no domingo a espera da banda Argentina Kumbia Queers, que tem em sua formação apenas mulheres e animaram o públicos com musicas irreverentes em uma mistura de poo rock e muita musica latina e pra termina a noite um super show de Marcelo D2 fazendo um tributo a o grande sambista Pernambucano Bezerra da Silva no Marco Zero cantando vários clássicos e terminando o show com muito RAP pra não perde o costume, após o show a estrela maior da noite entrou no palco Nação Zumbi fazendo fãs da banda cair no choro por ver que eles ainda tem chama pra fazer o marco zero tomo sair do chão com sua musicas e claro os clássicos da era Chico Science, e pra mim foi o melhor show de nação desde o lançamento do ultimo álbum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Na segunda de carnaval foi de acorda cedo pra ir toma café da manhã no Mercado da boa vista no encontro com alguns compositores de frevo de bloco a espera de uma carona para termina o carnaval na Ilha de itamaracá vendo o show do Rei Reginaldo Rossi, de Conxitas e Andre rio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Na terça bloco catraias de itamaracá com muita irreverencia ao som de muito frevo, maracatu, afoxé, swingueira, pagode, ….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Claro que como todos os outros um carnaval inesquecível que como em cada ano teve sua particularidade e foi com certeza maravilhoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt; até que venha os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591830708957130908-6230320936765184093?l=nathiideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3OmQKqjLDqk/TWUR2tSHeuI/AAAAAAAABQw/0olkPehrFbk/s400/imagem.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576883345134418658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;FESTIVAL REC-BEAT 2011&lt;/strong&gt; Recife – PE De 05 a 08 de março &lt;a href="http://www.recbeat.com.br/" target="_blank" class="external external_icon" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 13px; 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margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Domingo – 06/03&lt;/strong&gt; Solis (PE) Felipe Cordeiro (PA) Guizado (SP) Kumbia Queers (Argentina) Mombojó (PE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Segunda – 07/03&lt;/strong&gt; Rec-Bitinho: “Palhaços em ConSerto” – Doutores da Alegria (PE) Los Pirata (SP) Rhaissa Bittar (SP) Handsome Furs (Canadá) Odair José (SP) Marcelo Jeneci (SP)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Terça – 08/03&lt;/strong&gt; Frevo Diabo (PE) Criolina (MA) Ana Tijoux (Chile) Thalma de Freitas (RJ) Comunidade Nin-Jitsu (RS)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Fonte:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nemo.com.br/elcabong/?p=5527"&gt;http://www.nemo.com.br/elcabong/?p=5527&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591830708957130908-6192621522578241183?l=nathiideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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