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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que me perdoem os ávidos telespectadores do Big Brother Brasil (BBB), produzido e organizado pela nossa distinta Rede Globo, mas conseguimos chegar ao fundo do poço. A nova edição do BBB é uma síntese do que há de pior na TV brasileira. Chega a ser difícil encontrar as palavras adequadas para qualificar tamanho atentado à nossa modesta inteligência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dizem que Roma, um dos maiores impérios que o mundo conheceu, teve seu fim marcado pela depravação dos valores morais do seu povo, principalmente pela banalização do sexo. O BBB é a pura e suprema banalização do sexo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossível assistir ver este programa ao lado dos filhos. Gays, lésbicas, heteros...todos na mesma casa, a casa dos “heróis”, como são chamados por Pedro Bial. Não tenho nada contra gays, acho que cada um faz da vida o que quer, mas sou contra safadeza ao vivo na TV, seja entre homossexuais ou heterossexuais. O BBB é a realidade em busca do IBOPE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja como Pedro Bial tratou os participantes do BBB . Ele prometeu um “zoológico humano divertido” . Não sei se será divertido, mas parece bem variado na sua mistura de clichês e figuras típicas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me, por exemplo, como um jornalista, documentarista e escritor como Pedro Bial que, faça-se justiça, cobriu a Queda do Muro de Berlim, se submete a ser apresentador de um programa desse nível. Em um e-mail que recebi há pouco tempo, Bial escreve maravilhosamente bem sobre a perda do humorista Bussunda referindo-se à pena de se morrer tão cedo. Eu gostaria de perguntar se ele não pensa que esse programa é a morte da cultura, de valores e princípios, da moral, da ética e da dignidade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia, durante o intervalo de uma programação da Globo, um outro repórter acéfalo do BBB disse que, para ganhar o prêmio de um milhão e meio de reais, um Big Brother tem um caminho árduo pela frente, chamando-os de heróis. Caminho árduo? Heróis? São esses nossos exemplos de heróis? Caminho árduo para mim é aquele percorrido por milhões de brasileiros, profissionais da saúde, professores da rede pública (aliás, todos os professores) , carteiros, lixeiros e tantos outros trabalhadores incansáveis que, diariamente, passam horas exercendo suas funções com dedicação, competência e amor e quase sempre são mal remunerados. &lt;br /&gt;Heróis são milhares de brasileiros que sequer tem um prato de comida por dia e um colchão decente para dormir, e conseguem sobreviver a isso todo dia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heróis são crianças e adultos que lutam contra doenças complicadíssimas porque não tiveram chance de ter uma vida mais saudável e digna. Heróis são inúmeras pessoas, entidades sociais e beneficentes, Ongs, voluntários, igrejas e hospitais que se dedicam ao cuidado de carentes, doentes e necessitados (vamos lembrar de nossa eterna heroína Zilda Arns). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heróis são aqueles que, apesar de ganharem um salário mínimo, pagam suas contas, restando apenas dezesseis reais para alimentação, como mostrado em outra reportagem apresentada meses atrás pela própria Rede Globo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Big Brother Brasil não é um programa cultural, nem educativo, não acrescenta informações e conhecimentos intelectuais aos telespectadores, nem aos participantes, e não há qualquer outro estímulo como, por exemplo, o incentivo ao esporte, à música, à criatividade ou ao ensino de conceitos como valor, ética, trabalho e moral. São apenas pessoas que se prestam a comer, beber, tomar sol, fofocar, dormir e agir estupidamente para que, ao final do programa, o “escolhido” receba um milhão e meio de reais. E ai vem algum psicólogo de vanguarda e me diz que o BBB ajuda a "entender o comportamento humano". Ah, tenha dó!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja o que está por de tra$$$ $$ do BBB: José Neumani da Rádio Jovem Pan, fez um cálculo de que se vinte e nove milhões de pessoas ligarem a cada paredão, com o custo da ligação a trinta centavos, a Rede Globo e a Telefônica arrecadam oito milhões e setecentos mil reais. Eu vou repetir: oito milhões e setecentos mil reais a cada paredão. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já imaginaram quanto poderia ser feito com essa quantia se fosse dedicada a programas de inclusão social, moradia, alimentação, ensino e saúde de muitos brasileiros? (Poderia ser feito mais de 520 casas populares; ou comprar mais de 5.000 computadores) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas palavras não são de revolta ou protesto, mas de vergonha e indignação, por ver tamanha aberração ter milhões de telespectadores. Em vez de assistir ao BBB, que tal ler um livro, um poema de Mário Quintana ou de Neruda ou qualquer outra coisa..., ir ao cinema...., estudar... , ouvir boa música..., cuidar das flores e jardins... , telefonar para um amigo... , ·visitar os avós... , pescar..., brincar com as crianças... , namorar... ou simplesmente dormir. Assistir ao BBB é ajudar a Globo a ganhar rios de dinheiro e destruir o que ainda resta dos valores sobre os quais foi construído nossa sociedade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Esta crônica está sendo atribuída a Luis Fernando Veríssimo, É cronista e escritor brasileiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Amelinha em certa música declara que "quem não ama o sorriso feminino, desconhece a poesia de Cervantes"; aos ouvidos menos polidos, trata-se apenas de um verso harmonioso e belo, e nada mais, não possuindo um significado mais apurado, nem querendo dizer nada além do que foi dito;&lt;/div&gt;
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Porém, a autora do verso quando se refere a Cervantes, referencia na verdade Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra (29 de setembro de 1547 — 22 de abril de 1616), um luso escritor, romancista, dramaturgo e poeta castelhano. Este fora autor daquele que é considerado o primeiro romance moderno (Dom Quixote), passando a ser leitura sériamente recomendada a todos os que se enveredam pelo mundo das letras artística da literatura.&lt;/div&gt;
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Diante deste monstruoso ícone citado na música de Amelinha, esplendorosamente interpretada por Zé Ramalho, A Dita Poesia de Cervantes passa a possuir um significado único, não podendo ser todas as poesias, livros e versos do escritor mencionado, mas O seu poema, sua identidade, seu cartão de visita no mundo literário, aclamado pelos apaixonados, amantes, namorados e tantos outros que ao admirar o sorriso feminino, reconheceram na letra desta poesia a identidade do Amor:&lt;/div&gt;
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Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver,&lt;br /&gt;
é ferida que dói, e não se sente;&lt;br /&gt;
é um contentamento descontente,&lt;br /&gt;
é dor que desatina sem doer.&lt;br /&gt;
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É um não querer mais que bem querer;&lt;br /&gt;
é um andar solitário entre a gente;&lt;br /&gt;
é nunca contentar-se de contente;&lt;br /&gt;
é um cuidar que ganha em se perder.&lt;br /&gt;
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É querer estar preso por vontade;&lt;br /&gt;
é servir a quem vence, o vencedor;&lt;br /&gt;
é ter com quem nos mata, lealdade.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mas como causar pode seu favor&lt;br /&gt;
nos corações humanos amizade, &lt;br /&gt;
se tão contrário a si é o mesmo Amor?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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Quem não ama o sorriso feminino? quem não reconhece estes versos como o esboço daquilo que sentimos quando nos encantamos com o sorriso da mulher que escolhemos para amar, e sentimos que somos capazes de tudo para eternizá-lo e emoldurá-lo? Deve ser triste desconhecer o esboço disto que sentimos quando encontramos a paixão nos lábios delicados da mulher, quando nossa natureza não se permite provar disto que é considerado o maior dos dons, o bem maior entre os homens; &lt;/div&gt;
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Aos desconhecedores da Poesia de Cervantes, apresentamos o amor, o sentimento que une dois generos tão diferentes quanto extremos feito as duas pontas de uma reta, porém, quando unidas, formam uma nova figura sem começo nem fim, uma aliança de dois seres selados pelas diferenças. &lt;br /&gt;
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O Homem que não ama o sorriso feminino desconhece o amor, amarga em sua vida a dor de nunca desfrutar da mesma força que levou o poeta escrever versos que transpassaram séculos, que mesmo longe da pena e do papel que os apresentaram ao mundo, tais versos assumem em formas impressas a mesma força contida na hora que foram desenhados no papel, quando diante das mentes que sentem toda emoção e desfrutam do privilégio daquilo que um dia levou Cervantes a caracterizar tão execelentemente o produto da admiração do sorriso da mulher.&lt;br /&gt;
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 &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Autor: Antonio  Barreto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Cordelista  natural de Santa Bárbara-BA, residente em Salvador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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 &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
 &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Curtir o  Pedro Bial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E sentir tanta alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;É sinal de que você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;O mau-gosto  aprecia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Dá valor ao que é banal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;É preguiçoso mental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E adora  baixaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Há muito tempo não vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Um programa tão  'fuleiro'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Produzido pela Globo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Visando Ibope e dinheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Que além de  alienar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Vai por certo atrofiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A mente do brasileiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Me refiro ao brasileiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Que está em formação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E precisa  evoluir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Através da Educação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Mas se torna um refém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Iletrado,  'zé-ninguém'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Um escravo da ilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Em frente à  televisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Longe da realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Onde a bobagem fervilha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Não sabendo essa  gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Desprovida e inocente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Desta enorme 'armadilha'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Cuidado, Pedro Bial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Chega de esculhambação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Respeite o  trabalhador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Dessa sofrida Nação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Deixe de chamar de heróis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Essas girls e  esses boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Que têm cara de bundão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;O seu pai e a sua  mãe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Querido Pedro Bial,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;São verdadeiros heróis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E merecem nosso  aval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Pois tiveram que lutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Pra manter e te educar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Com esforço  especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Muitos já se sentem mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Com seu discurso  vazio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Pessoas inteligentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Se enchem de calafrio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Porque quando você  fala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A sua palavra é bala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A ferir o nosso brio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Um  país como Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Carente de educação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Precisa de gente grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Para dar  boa lição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Mas você na rede Globo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Faz esse papel de bobo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Enganando a  Nação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Respeite, Pedro Bial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Nosso povo brasileiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Que  acorda de madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E trabalha o dia inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Da muito duro, anda  rouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Paga impostos, ganha pouco:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Povo HERÓI, povo  guerreiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Enquanto a sociedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Neste momento atual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Se  preocupa com a crise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Econômica e social&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Você precisa entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Que  queremos aprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Algo sério - não banal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Esse programa  da Globo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Vem nos mostrar sem engano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Que tudo que ali ocorre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Parece um  zoológico humano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Onde impera a esperteza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A malandragem, a baixeza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Um  cenário sub-humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A moral e a inteligência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Não são mais  valorizadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Os "heróis" protagonizam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Um mundo de palhaçadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sem  critério e sem ética&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Em que vaidade e estética&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;São muito mais que  louvadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Não se vê força poética&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Nem projeto  educativo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Um mar de vulgaridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Já tornou-se imperativo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;O que se vê  realmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;É um programa deprimente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sem nenhum objetivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Talvez haja objetivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"professor", Pedro Bial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;O que vocês tão  querendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;É injetar o banal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Deseducando o Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Nesse Big Brother  vil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;De lavagem cerebral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Isso é um desserviço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Mal  exemplo à juventude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Que precisa de esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Educação e atitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Porém a  mediocridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Unida à banalidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Faz com que ninguém estude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;É  grande o constrangimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;De pessoas confinadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Num espaço  luxuoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Curtindo todas baladas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Corpos "belos" na piscina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A gastar  adrenalina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Nesse mar de palhaçadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;  Se a intenção da  Globo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;É de nos "emburrecer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Deixando o povo demente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Refém do seu  poder:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Pois saiba que a exceção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Amantes da educação)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Vai contestar a  valer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A você, Pedro Bial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Um mercador da ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Junto  a poderosa Globo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Que conduz nossa Nação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Eu lhe peço esse favor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Reflita  no seu labor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E escute seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E vocês caros  irmãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Que estão nessa cegueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Não façam mais ligações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Apoiando essa  besteira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Não deem sua grana à Globo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Isso é papel de bobo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Fujam dessa  baboseira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E quando chegar ao fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Desse Big Brother  vil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Que em nada contribui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Para o povo varonil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ninguém vai sentir  saudade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Quem lucra é a sociedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Do nosso querido Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E saiba, caro leitor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Que nós somos os culpados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Porque sai do nosso  bolso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Esses milhões desejados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Que são ligações diárias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Bastante  desnecessárias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Pra esses desocupados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A loja do  BBB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Vendendo só porcaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Enganando muita gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Que logo se  contagia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Com tanta futilidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Um mar de vulgaridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Que nunca terá  valia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Chega de vulgaridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E apelo sexual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Não somos  só futebol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;baixaria e carnaval.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Queremos Educação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E também  evolução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;No mundo espiritual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Cadê a cidadania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Dos  nossos educadores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Dos alunos, dos políticos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Poetas,  trabalhadores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Seremos sempre enganados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;e vamos ficar calados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;diante de  enganadores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Barreto termina assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Alertando ao  Bial:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Reveja logo esse equívoco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Reaja à força do mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Eleve o seu  coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Tomando uma decisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ou então: siga, animal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;FIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um deputado está andando tranqüilamente quando é atropelado e morre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A alma dele chega ao Paraíso e dá de cara com São Pedro na entrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'Bem-vindo ao Paraíso!'; diz São Pedro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'Antes que você entre, há um probleminha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raramente vemos parlamentares por aqui, sabe, então não sabemos bem o que  fazer com você. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'Não vejo problema, é só me deixar entrar', diz o antigo  deputado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'Eu bem que gostaria, mas tenho ordens superiores. Vamos fazer o seguinte: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você passa um dia no Inferno e um dia no Paraíso Aí, pode escolher onde quer passar a eternidade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'Não precisa, já resolvi. Quero ficar no Paraíso diz o deputado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'Desculpe, mas temos as nossas regras. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, São Pedro o acompanha até o elevador e ele desce, desce, desce até o  Inferno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A porta se abre e ele se vê no meio de um lindo campo de golfe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao fundo o clube onde estão todos os seus amigos e outros políticos com os  quais havia trabalhado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos muito felizes em traje social. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é cumprimentado, abraçado e eles começam a falar sobre os bons tempos em  que ficaram ricos às custas do povo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogam uma partida descontraída e depois comem lagosta e caviar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem também está presente é o diabo, um cara muito amigável que passa o tempo todo dançando e contando piadas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles se divertem tanto que, antes que ele perceba, já é hora de ir embora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos se despedem dele com abraços e acenam enquanto o elevador sobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele sobe, sobe, sobe e porta se abre outra vez. São Pedro está esperando por  ele.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é a vez de visitar o Paraíso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele passa 24 horas junto a um grupo de almas contentes que  andam de nuvem em  nuvem, tocando harpas e cantando. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo vai muito bem e, antes que ele perceba, o dia se acaba e São Pedro retorna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-' E aí ? Você passou um dia no Inferno e um dia no Paraíso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora escolha a sua casa eterna.' Ele pensa um minuto e responde: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'Olha, eu nunca pensei .. O Paraíso é muito bom, mas eu acho que vou ficar  melhor no Inferno.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então São Pedro o leva de volta ao elevador e ele desce, desce, desce até o  Inferno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A porta abre e ele se vê no meio de um enorme terreno baldio cheio de lixo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele vê todos os amigos com as roupas rasgadas e sujas catando o entulho e colocando em sacos pretos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O diabo vai ao seu encontro e passa o braço pelo ombro do deputado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-' Não estou entendendo', - gagueja o deputado - 'Ontem mesmo eu estive aqui  e havia um campo de golfe, um clube, lagosta, caviar, e nós dançamos e nos divertimos o tempo todo. Agora só vejo esse fim de mundo cheio de lixo e meus amigos arrasados!!!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O diabo olha pra ele, sorri ironicamente e diz: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'Ontem estávamos em campanha. &lt;br /&gt;Agora, já conseguimos o seu voto...'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Seria Rui Barbosa um Vidente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="yiv1749040005Apple-style-span"&gt;Sinto
   vergonha de mim por ter sido educador de parte desse povo, por  ter  
 batalhado sempre pela justiça, por compactuar com a honestidade,  por  
 primar pela verdade e por ver este povo já chamado varonil  enveredar  
 pelo caminho da desonra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="yiv1749040005Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sinto 
vergonha de mim por ter   feito  parte de uma era que lutou pela 
democracia, pela liberdade de   ser e ter  que entregar aos meus filhos,
 simples e abominavelmente, a   derrota das  virtudes pelos vícios, a 
ausência da sensatez no julgamento   da verdade, a  negligência com a 
família, célula-mater da sociedade, a   demasiada  preocupação com o 
"eu" feliz a qualquer custo, buscando a  tal   "felicidade" em caminhos 
eivados de desrespeito para com o seu   próximo.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
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Tenho  vergonha de mim pela  
passividade em ouvir, sem  despejar meu verbo, a  tantas desculpas  
ditadas pelo orgulho e vaidade, a  tanta falta de  humildade para  
reconhecer um erro cometido, a tantos  "floreios" para  justificar atos 
 criminosos, a tanta relutância em  esquecer a antiga  posição de sempre
  "contestar", voltar atrás e mudar o  futuro.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tenho vergonha de mim pois faço parte de um povo que não reconheço, enveredando por caminhos que não quero percorrer...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;
Tenho   vergonha da minha  impotência, 
da minha falta de garra, das minhas   desilusões e do meu  cansaço.Não 
tenho para onde ir pois amo este meu   chão, vibro ao ouvir  meu Hino e 
jamais usei a minha Bandeira para   enxugar o meu suor ou  enrolar meu 
corpo na pecaminosa manifestação de   nacionalidade. Ao lado  da 
vergonha de mim, tenho tanta pena de ti, povo   brasileiro!"&lt;/div&gt;
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De tanto ver triunfar as  nulidades, de
 tanto ver   prosperar a desonra, de tanto ver crescer a  injustiça, de 
tanto ver   agigantarem-se os poderes nas mãos dos maus, o  homem chega a
 desanimar   da virtude, a rir-se da honra, a ter vergonha  de ser 
honesto".&lt;/div&gt;
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E o   pior de tudo isso é a  atualidade
 dessas palavras, que, se hoje fossem   proferidas, fariam o  mesmo 
sentido, teriam a mesma validade, seriam   perfeitas para retratar  o 
momento atual por que passa o nosso Congresso   Nacional e o país.&lt;/div&gt;
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Não é isso fruto da genialidade  
inconteste de   Rui Barbosa, mas da nossa teimosia de errar como nação, 
 na nossa   insistência em permanecer baseados em preceitos falsos, em  
praticar um   moralismo fingido, um empreguismo deletério no governo, a 
 um uso da   máquina pública em uso próprio que envergonha a todos.&lt;/div&gt;
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Nosso povo   segue sendo um  escravo da
 sua própria deficiência, alimentando um   esquema que o  consome, num 
motocontínuo que vara os séculos e não se   soluciona  porque a sua 
solução implica na morte desse esquema que se   mantém pela  
deficiência.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="yiv1749040005Apple-style-span"&gt;Rui Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A bunda, que engraçada. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Está sempre sorrindo, nunca é trágica. &lt;br /&gt;
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Não lhe importa o que vai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
pela frente do corpo. A bunda basta-se. &lt;br /&gt;
Existe algo mais? Talvez os seios. &lt;br /&gt;
Ora – murmura a bunda – esses garotos &lt;br /&gt;
ainda lhes falta muito que estudar. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A bunda são duas luas gêmeas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
em rotundo meneio. Anda por si &lt;br /&gt;
na cadência mimosa, no milagre &lt;br /&gt;
de ser duas em uma, plenamente. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A bunda se diverte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
por conta própria. E ama. &lt;br /&gt;
Na cama agita-se. Montanhas &lt;br /&gt;
avolumam-se, descem. Ondas batendo &lt;br /&gt;
numa praia infinita. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lá vai sorrindo a bunda. Vai feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
na carícia de ser e balançar. &lt;br /&gt;
Esferas harmoniosas sobre o caos. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A bunda é a bunda, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
redunda. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Se o que nos consome fosse apenas fome&lt;br /&gt;
Cantaria o pão&lt;br /&gt;
Como o que sugere a fome&lt;br /&gt;
Para quem come&lt;br /&gt;
Como o que sugere a fala&lt;br /&gt;
Para quem cala&lt;br /&gt;
Como que sugere a tinta&lt;br /&gt;
Para quem pinta&lt;br /&gt;
Como que sugere a cama&lt;br /&gt;
Para quem ama&lt;br /&gt;
Palavra quando acesa&lt;br /&gt;
Não queima em vão&lt;br /&gt;
Deixa uma beleza posta em seu carvão&lt;br /&gt;
E se não lhe atinge como uma espada&lt;br /&gt;
Peço não me condene oh minha amada&lt;br /&gt;
Pois as palavras foram pra ti amada&lt;br /&gt;
Pra ti amada&lt;br /&gt;
Oh! pra ti amada&lt;br /&gt;
Palavra quando acesa&lt;br /&gt;
Não queima em vão&lt;br /&gt;
Deixa uma beleza posta em seu carvão&lt;br /&gt;
E se não lhe atinge como uma espada&lt;br /&gt;
Peço não me condene oh minha amada&lt;br /&gt;
Pois as palavras foram pra ti amada&lt;br /&gt;
Pra ti amada&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, pra ti amada&lt;br /&gt;
Pra ti amada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quinteto e Violado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Composição: Fernando Filizola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/quinteto-violado/48178/"&gt;Fonte: Letras.Terra&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25190857-3665975707689209975?l=arte-em-letras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JURAR DE PÉS JUNTOS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Mãe, eu juro de pés juntos que não fui eu.A expressão surgiu através das torturas executadas pela Santa Inquisição, nas quais o acusado de heresias tinha as mãos e os pés amarrados (juntos) e era torturado pra dizer nada além da verdade. Até hoje o termo é usado pra expressar a veracidade de algo que uma pessoa diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; MOTORISTA BARBEIRO: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Nossa, que cara mais barbeiro!No século XIX, os barbeiros faziam não somente os serviços de corte de cabelo e barba, mas também, tiravam dentes, cortavam calos, etc, e por não serem profissionais, seus serviços mal feitos geravam marcas. A partir daí, desde o século XV, todo serviço mal feito era atribuído ao barbeiro, pela expressão "coisa de barbeiro". Esse termo veio de Portugal, contudo a associação de "motorista barbeiro", ou seja, um mau motorista, é tipicamente brasileira..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; TIRAR O CAVALO DA CHUVA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Pode ir tirando seu cavalinho da chuva porque não vou deixar você sair hoje!No século XIX, quando uma visita iria ser breve, ela deixava o cavalo ao relento em frente à casa do anfitrião e se fosse demorar, colocava o cavalo nos fundos da casa, em um lugar protegido da chuva e do sol. Contudo, o convidado só poderia pôr o animal protegido da chuva se o anfitrião percebesse que a visita estava boa e dissesse: "pode tirar o cavalo da chuva". Depois disso, a expressão passou a significar a desistência de alguma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; À BEÇA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O mesmo que abundantemente, com fartura, de maneira copiosa. A origem do dito é atribuída às qualidades de argumentador do jurista alagoano Gumercindo Bessa, advogado dos acreanos que não queriam que o Território do Acre fosse incorporado ao Estado do Amazonas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; DAR COM OS BURROS N ' ÁGUA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A expressão surgiu no período do Brasil colonial, onde tropeiros que escoavam a produção de ouro, cacau e café, precisavam ir da região Sul à Sudeste sobre burros e mulas. O fato era que muitas vezes esses burros, devido à falta de estradas adequadas, passavam por caminhos muito difíceis e regiões alagadas, onde os burros morriam afogados. Daí em diante o termo passou a ser usado pra se referir a alguém que faz um grande esforço pra conseguir algum feito e não consegue ter sucesso naquilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; GUARDAR A SETE CHAVES: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; No século XIII, os reis de Portugal adotavam um sistema de arquivamento de jóias e documentos importantes da corte através de um baú que possuía quatro fechaduras, sendo que cada chave era distribuída a um alto funcionário do reino.Portanto eram apenas quatro chaves. O número sete passou a ser utilizado devido ao valor místico atribuído a ele, desde a época das religiões primitivas. A partir daí começou-se a utilizar o termo "guardar a sete chaves" pra designar algo muito bem guardado..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; OK:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; A expressão inglesa "OK" (okay), que é mundialmente conhecida pra significar algo que está tudo bem, teve sua origem na Guerra da Secessão, no EUA. Durante a guerra, quando os soldados voltavam para as bases sem nenhuma morte entre a tropa, escreviam numa placa "0 killed" (nenhum morto), expressando sua grande satisfação, daí surgiu o termo "OK".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; ONDE JUDAS PERDEU AS BOTAS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Existe uma história não comprovada, de que após trair Jesus, Judas enforcou-se em uma árvore sem nada nos pés, já que havia posto o dinheiro que ganhou por entregar Jesus dentro de suas botas. Quando os soldados viram que Judas estava sem as botas, saíram em busca delas e do dinheiro da traição. Nunca ninguém ficou sabendo se acharam as botas de Judas. A partir daí surgiu à expressão, usada pra designar um lugar distante, desconhecido e inacessível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; PENSANDO NA MORTE DA BEZERRA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; A história mais aceitável para explicar a origem do termo é proveniente das tradições hebraicas, onde os bezerros eram sacrificados para Deus como forma de redenção de pecados. Um filho do rei Absalão tinha grande apego a uma bezerra que foi sacrificada. Assim, após o animal morrer, ele ficou se lamentando e pensando na morte da bezerra. Após alguns meses o garoto morreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; PARA INGLÊS VER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; A expressão surgiu por volta de 1830, quando a Inglaterra exigiu que o Brasil aprovasse leis que impedissem o tráfico de escravos. No entanto, todos sabiam que essas leis não seriam cumpridas, assim, essas leis eram criadas apenas "pra inglês ver". Daí surgiu o termo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; RASGAR SEDA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A expressão que é utilizada quando alguém elogia grandemente outra pessoa, surgiu através da peça de teatro do teatrólogo Luís Carlos Martins Pena. Na peça, um vendedor de tecidos usa o pretexto de sua profissão pra cortejar uma moça e começa a elogiar exageradamente sua beleza, até que a moça percebe a intenção do rapaz e diz: "Não rasgue a seda, que se esfiapa".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; O PIOR CEGO É O QUE NÃO QUER VER:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Em 1647, em Nimes, na França, na universidade local, o doutor Vicent de Paul D`Argent fez o primeiro transplante de córnea em um aldeão de nome Angel. Foi um sucesso da medicina da época, menos pra Angel, que assim que passou a enxergar ficou horrorizado com o mundo que via. Disse que o mundo que ele imaginava era muito melhor. Pediu ao cirurgião que arrancasse seus olhos. O caso foi acabar no tribunal de Paris e no Vaticano. Angel ganhou a causa e entrou pra história como o cego que não quis ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; ANDA À TOA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Toa é a corda com que uma embarcação reboca a outra. Um navio que está à toa é o que não tem leme nem rumo, indo pra onde o navio que o reboca determinar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; QUEM NÃO TEM CÃO, CAÇA COM GATO: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Na verdade, a expressão, com o passar dos anos, se adulterou. Inicialmente se dizia quem não tem cão caça como gato, ou seja, se esgueirando, astutamente, traiçoeiramente, como fazem os gatos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; DA PÁ VIRADA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; A origem do ditado é em relação ao instrumento, a pá. Quando a pá está virada pra baixo, voltada pro solo, está inútil, abandonada decorrentemente pelo Homem vagabundo, irresponsável, parasita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; NHENHENHÉM:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Nheë, em tupi, quer dizer falar. Quando os portugueses chegaram ao Brasil, os indìgenas não entendiam aquela falação estranha e diziam que os portugueses ficavam a dizer "nhen-nhen-nhen" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; VAI TOMAR BANHO:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Em "Casa Grande &amp;amp; Senzala", Gilberto Freyre analisa os hábitos de higiene dos índios versus os do colonizador português. Depois das Cruzadas, como corolário dos contatos comerciais, o europeu se contagiou de sífilis e de outras doenças transmissíveis e desenvolveu medo ao banho e horror à nudez, o que muito agradou à Igreja. Ora, o índio não conhecia a sífilis e se lavava da cabeça aos pés nos banhos de rio, além de usar folhas de árvore pra limpar os bebês e lavar no rio as redes nas quais dormiam. Ora, o cheiro exalado pelo corpo dos portugueses, abafado em roupas que não eram trocadas com freqüência e raramente lavadas, aliado à falta de banho, causava repugnância aos índios. Então os índios, quando estavam fartos de receber ordens dos portugueses, mandavam que fossem "tomar banho".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; ELES QUE SÃO BRANCOS QUE SE ENTENDAM: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Esta foi das primeiras punições impostas aos racistas, ainda no século XVIII. Um mulato, capitão de regimento, teve uma discussão com um de seus comandados e queixou-se a seu superior, um oficial português.. O capitão reivindicava a punição do soldado que o desrespeitara. Como resposta, ouviu do português a seguinte frase: "Vocês que são pardos, que se entendam". O oficial ficou indignado e recorreu à instância superior, na pessoa de dom Luís de Vasconcelos (1742-1807), 12° vice-rei do Brasil. Ao tomar conhecimento dos fatos, dom Luís mandou prender o oficial português que estranhou a atitude do vice-rei. Mas, dom Luís se explicou: Nós somos brancos, cá nos entendemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; A DAR COM O PAU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; O substantivo "pau" figura em várias expressões brasileiras. Esta expressão teve origem nos navios negreiros. Os negros capturados preferiam morrer durante a travessia e, pra isso, deixavam de comer. Então, criou-se o "pau de comer" que era atravessado na boca dos escravos e os marinheiros jogavam sapa e angu pro estômago dos infelizes, a dar com o pau. O povo incorporou a expressão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; ÁGUA MOLE EM PEDRA DURA , TANTO BATE ATÉ QUE FURA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um de seus primeiros registros literário foi feito pelo escritor latino Ovídio ( 43 a .C.-18 d.C), autor de célebres livros como "A arte de amar "e "Metamorfoses" , que foi exilado sem que soubesse o motivo. Escreveu o poeta: "A água mole cava a pedra dura". É tradição das culturas dos países em que a escrita não é muito difundida formar rimas nesse tipo de frase pra que sua memorização seja facilitada. Foi o que fizeram com o provérbio, portugueses e brasileiros.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fonte: Recebido Por E-mail &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/25190857-7114220332338525118?l=arte-em-letras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Vi cores nos tons de cinza&lt;br /&gt;
Contemplei estradas onde não havia chão&lt;br /&gt;
Criei esperança no que não existia&lt;br /&gt;
Desejei tudo quanto era vão.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Vislubrei o paraíso no inferno&lt;br /&gt;
Enxerguei banquete enquanto só havia migalhas&lt;br /&gt;
Corri para morte pensando que era vida&lt;br /&gt;
Enquanto que minha vida se esvaía desprezada.&lt;br /&gt;
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O amargo passa a ser doce,&lt;br /&gt;
As Trevas ilumina como candeeiro a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;
Corpo sujo e amargurado, jogado, tal como trapo no chão.&lt;br /&gt;
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Olhos que enxergavam mentiras&lt;br /&gt;
Mente abraçada pela ilusão&lt;br /&gt;
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O meu desejo é o mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;
Minhas esperanças já não são.&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto, quero e imagino&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo que arquiteto no coração.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Como se afugenta um cão,&lt;br /&gt;
Mandei embora minha meta&lt;br /&gt;
Apaguei da mente o desenho,&lt;br /&gt;
Que um dia sonhou meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo por amor decidi:&lt;br /&gt;
Não ter, não tocar, não mais sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;
Decidi te deixar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O que ainda não consegui&lt;br /&gt;
E espero nunca alcançar,&lt;br /&gt;
É te ter, e deixar de te amar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25190857-3747579791263922758?l=arte-em-letras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Blog do Gregório Jr., mudou de endereço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há  exatamente três dias, o Blog do Gregório  Jr.(www.gregoriojr.wodpress.com), foi cancelado pela direção da  wordpress.com, isso devido ao grande número de comentários spans que  estavam sendo veículado;&lt;br /&gt;
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Lamentamos o desconforto da busca sem  sucesso&amp;nbsp; pelo Blog do Gregório Jr.nos últimos dias, e gostaríamos de  afirmar que conseguimos resgatar a página, agora em novo endereço:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como  os amigos perceberam, o endereço ficou mais curto, pois resolvemos  REGISTRAR o domínio, o que foi de grande valia para simplificar o nossa  localização. Gostaríamos de encorajar os leitores a conhecerem o Blog do  Gregório Jr. no novo endereço, onde poderão conferir, além dos posts  existentes nesta página, debates muito instrutivos sobre os diversos  temas abordados em nossos Blogues.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://blog.jaehcamisetas.com/up/j/ja/blog.jaehcamisetas.com/img/aurelio.jpg" height="266" src="http://blog.jaehcamisetas.com/up/j/ja/blog.jaehcamisetas.com/img/aurelio.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Verdadeiro! - &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.br/imgres?imgurl=http://blog.jaehcamisetas.com/up/j/ja/blog.jaehcamisetas.com/img/aurelio.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://blog.jaehcamisetas.com/album/default/&amp;amp;usg=__XkNNqdqwjqA63hASJs2m9ZaIWBY=&amp;amp;h=433&amp;amp;w=650&amp;amp;sz=34&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;start=3&amp;amp;sig2=jOtF_NP76f44_XKzIC0J_A&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;tbnid=2DwRK_FbpeCcrM:&amp;amp;tbnh=91&amp;amp;tbnw=137&amp;amp;ei=eCQ0TciKMYHQgAeu8tyyCw&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DAurelio%26um%3D1%26hl%3Dpt-br%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26sa%3DN%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:pt-BR:official%26biw%3D1024%26bih%3D581%26tbs%3Disch:1&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1"&gt;Imagem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv388112379Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Significados ocultos em palavras do seu cotidiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv388112379bodytext" id="yiv388112379item_body"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv388112379bodytext" id="yiv388112379item_body"&gt;Diabetes.....................  Dançarinas do diabo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Abismado...................  Aquele que caiu num abismo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pressupor..................  Colocar preço em algo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Missão.......................  Missa prolongada&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Padrão.......................  Padre muito alto&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Estouro......................  Touro que virou boi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Democracia...............  Sistema de governo do inferno&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Barracão...................  Proibe a entrada de cachorros&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Homossexual........... Sabão para lavar as partes íntimas&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ministério.................  Pequeno aparelho de som&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Edifício.....................  Antônimo de 'é fácil'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Detergente............... Ato de prender humanos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Armarinho................  Vento que vem do mar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eficiência.................  Estudo das propriedades do 'F'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Conversão................ Papo prolongado&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Barganhar................  Receber de herança um bar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fluxograma............. Direção em que cresce o capim&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Halogênio................  Cumprimento a um gênio&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Expedidor................ Anti go mendigo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Luz solar................. Sapato com luz na sola&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cleptomaníaco....... Fã de Eric Clapton&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tripulante..............  Especialista em salto triplo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aspirado................ Carta de baralho maluca&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Coitado.................  Vítima de coito&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cerveja................. O sonho de toda revista&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Regime militar..... Dieta feita no exército&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bimestre..............  Mestre em duas artes marciais&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Caçador............... Quem procura ter dor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Volátil...................  Avisa ao tio que vai lá&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Assaltante............ Um 'A' que salta&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Determine............  Prender a namorada do Mickey&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pornográfico........ O mesmo que por no desenho&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Coordenada.........  Que não tem cor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Presidiário........... Que é preso todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ratificar..............  Tornar-se um rato&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suburbanos........ Habitantes de túneis do metrô&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25190857-8237808218776708557?l=arte-em-letras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.br/imgres?imgurl=http://lh4.ggpht.com/_SYNFCPpipzQ/SmaQxT2YKZI/AAAAAAAABco/dyLgcQYKoNs/s00/perguntas_01.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://mariane-ps.blogspot.com/2009/08/perguntas-toskas.html&amp;amp;usg=__KBHfOlKdmtFTVgoN-YONsNHcH_8=&amp;amp;h=300&amp;amp;w=300&amp;amp;sz=28&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;start=0&amp;amp;sig2=FaHhXSWwWLcsHXQolrSOKA&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;tbnid=HC1CGxjI2nediM:&amp;amp;tbnh=139&amp;amp;tbnw=137&amp;amp;ei=728cTcyIJcH38AbeqYDKDQ&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dperguntas%2Bsem%2Bnexo%26um%3D1%26hl%3Dpt-br%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:pt-BR:official%26biw%3D1264%26bih%3D751%26tbs%3Disch:1&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;iact=rc&amp;amp;dur=381&amp;amp;oei=728cTcyIJcH38AbeqYDKDQ&amp;amp;esq=1&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;ndsp=24&amp;amp;ved=1t:429,r:10,s:0&amp;amp;tx=44&amp;amp;ty=73"&gt;Imagem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se vc for inteligente responda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;*Como se escreve zero em algarismos romanos??? &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;* Por que os Flintstones comemoravam o Natal se eles viviam numa época antes de Cristo?? &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;* Por que os filmes de batalha espaciais tem explosões tão barulhentas, se o som não se propaga no vácuo??? &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;* Se depois do banho estamos limpos porque lavamos a toalha??? &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;* Como é que a gente sabe que a carne de chester é de chester se nunca ninguém viu um chester??? (vc já viu um chester? ) &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;* Por que quando aparece no computador a frase 'Teclado Não Instalado', o fabricante pede p/ apertar qualquer tecla??? &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;* Se os homens são todos iguais, por que as mulheres escolhem tanto??? &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;* Por que a palavra 'Grande' é menor do que a palavra Pequeno'??? &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;* Por que 'Separado' se escreve tudo junto e 'Tudo junto' se escreve separado???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;* Por que quando a gente liga p/ um número errado nunca dá ocupado???&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;* Por que as pessoas apertam o controle remoto com mais força, quando a pilha está fraca??? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;* O instituto que emite os certificados de qualidade ISO 9002, tem qualidade certificada por quem???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;* Quando inventaram o relógio, como sabiam que horas eram, para poder acertá-lo???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;* Se a ciência consegue desvendar até os mistérios do DNA, porque ninguém descobriu ainda a fórmula da Coca-Cola???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;*Como foi que a placa 'É Proibido Pisar na Grama' foi colocada lá???&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;* Por que quando alguém nos pede que ajudemos a procurar um objeto perdido, temos a mania de perguntar: 'Onde foi que você perdeu?'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;* Por que tem gente que acorda os outros para perguntar se estavam dormindo???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;* Se o Pato Donald não usa calças, por que ele amarra uma toalha na cintura quando sai do banho???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mor  é propriedade. Sexo é posse. Amor é a lei; sexo é invasão. O amor é uma  construção do desejo. Sexo não depende de nosso desejo; nosso desejo é  que é tomado por ele. Ninguém se masturba por amor. Ninguém sofre com  tesão. Amor e sexo, são como a palavra farmakon em grego: remédio ou  veneno - depende da quantidade ingerida. O sexo vem antes. O amor vem  depois. No amor, perdemos a cabeça, deliberadamente. No sexo, a cabeça  nos perde. O amor precisa do pensamento. No sexo, o pensamento  atrapalha. O amor sonha com uma grande redenção. O sexo sonha com  proibições; não há fantasias permitidas. O amor é o desejo de atingir a  plenitude. Sexo é a vontade de se satisfazer com a finitude. O amor vive  da impossibilidade - nunca é totalmente satisfatório. O sexo pode ser,  dependendo da posição adotada. O amor pode atrapalhar o sexo. Já o  contrário não acontece. Existe amor com sexo, claro, mas nunca gozam  juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
O amor é mais narcisista, mesmo entrega, na 'doação'. Sexo é  mais democrático, mesmo vivendo do egoísmo. Amor é um texto. Sexo é um  esporte. Amor não exige a presença do 'outro'. O sexo, mesmo solitário,  precisa de uma 'mãozinha'. Certos amores nem precisam de parceiro;  florescem até na maior solidão e na saudade. Sexo, não - é mais  realista. Nesse sentido, amor é uma busca de ilusão. Sexo é uma bruta  vontade de verdade. O amor vem de dentro, o sexo vem de fora. O amor vem  de nós. O sexo vem dos outros. 'O sexo é uma selva de epilépticos' (N.  Rodrigues). O amor inventou a alma, a moral. O sexo inventou a moral  também, mas do lado de fora de sua jaula, onde ele ruge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
O amor tem  algo de ridículo, de patético, principalmente nas grandes paixões. O  sexo é mais quieto, como um caubói - quando acaba a valentia, ele vem e  come. Eles dizem: 'Faça amor, não faça a guerra'. Sexo quer guerra. O  ódio mata o amor, mas o ódio pode acender o sexo. Amor é egoísta; sexo é  altruísta. O amor quer superar a morte. No sexo, a morte está ali, nas  bocas. O amor fala muito. O sexo grita, geme, ruge, mas não se explica.&lt;br /&gt;
O  sexo sempre existiu - das cavernas do paraíso até as 'saunas relax for  men'. Por outro lado, o amor foi inventado pelos poetas provençais do  século XII e, depois, relançado pelo cinema americano da moral cristã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Amor  é literatura. Sexo é cinema. Amor é prosa; sexo é poesia. Amor é  mulher; sexo é homem - o casamento perfeito é do travesti consigo mesmo.  O amor domado protege a produção; sexo selvagem é uma ameaça ao bom  funcionamento do mercado. Por isso, a única maneira de controlá-lo é  programá-lo, como faz a indústria da sacanagem. O mercado programa  nossas fantasias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Não há 'saunas relax' para o amor, onde o sujeito  entre e se apaixone. No entanto, em todo bordel, finge-se um 'amorzinho'  para iniciar. O amor virou um estímulo para o sexo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
O problema do  amor é que dura muito, já o sexo dura pouco. Amor busca uma certa  'grandeza'. O sexo é mais embaixo. O perigo do sexo é que você pode se  apaixonar. O perigo do amor é virar amizade. Com camisinha, há 'sexo  seguro', mas não há camisinha para o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
O amor sonha com a pureza.  Sexo precisa do pecado. Amor é a lei. Sexo é a transgressão. Amor é o  sonho dos solteiros. Sexo, o sonho dos casados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Amor precisa do medo,  do desassossego. Sexo precisa da novidade, da surpresa. O grande amor  só se sente na perda. O grande sexo sente-se na tomada de poder. Amor é  de direita. Sexo, de esquerda - ou não, dependendo do momento político.  Atualmente, sexo é de direita. Nos anos 60, era o contrário. Sexo era  revolucionário e o amor era careta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://mariartuni.blogspot.com/2009/03/inaugurando.html"&gt;O Essencial é Invisível&lt;/a&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/25190857-7933346943892930311?l=arte-em-letras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Amor é um livro&lt;br /&gt;
Sexo é esporte&lt;br /&gt;
Sexo é escolha&lt;br /&gt;
Amor é sorte...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amor é pensamento&lt;br /&gt;
Teorema&lt;br /&gt;
Amor é novela&lt;br /&gt;
Sexo é cinema..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sexo é imaginação&lt;br /&gt;
Fantasia&lt;br /&gt;
Amor é prosa&lt;br /&gt;
Sexo é poesia...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O amor nos torna&lt;br /&gt;
Patéticos&lt;br /&gt;
Sexo é uma selva&lt;br /&gt;
De epiléticos...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amor é cristão&lt;br /&gt;
Sexo é pagão&lt;br /&gt;
Amor é latifúndio&lt;br /&gt;
Sexo é invasão&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amor é divino&lt;br /&gt;
Sexo é animal&lt;br /&gt;
Amor é bossa nova&lt;br /&gt;
Sexo é carnaval ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amor é para sempre&lt;br /&gt;
Sexo também&lt;br /&gt;
Sexo é do bom&lt;br /&gt;
Amor é do bem...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amor sem sexo&lt;br /&gt;
É amizade&lt;br /&gt;
Sexo sem amor&lt;br /&gt;
É vontade...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amor é um&lt;br /&gt;
Sexo é dois&lt;br /&gt;
Sexo antes&lt;br /&gt;
Amor depois...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sexo vem dos outros&lt;br /&gt;
E vai embora&lt;br /&gt;
Amor vem de nós&lt;br /&gt;
E demora...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra" tabindex="-1"&gt;Amor é isso&lt;br /&gt;
Sexo é aquilo&lt;br /&gt;
E coisa e tal!&lt;br /&gt;
E tal e coisa!&lt;br /&gt;
Uh! Uh! Uh!&lt;br /&gt;
Ai o amor!&lt;br /&gt;
Hum! O sexo!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Autoria: Rita Lee / Roberto de Carvalho / Arnaldo Jabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fonte:&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/rita-lee/74440/"&gt; Letras.Mus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1418447082"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1418447083"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &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/25190857-8604269739789158620?l=arte-em-letras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://internetdrops.clickgratis.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/hahaha-essa-foi-boa.jpg" height="262" src="http://internetdrops.clickgratis.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/hahaha-essa-foi-boa.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enquanto alguns usuários do  Yahoo! Respostas preferiram deixar a curiosidade guardada para não  pagarem mico, outros mandaram o receio e o medo das bochechas vermelhas  para debaixo do tapete e postaram perguntas um tanto quanto incomuns na  comunidade durante o ano de 2010. O resultado dessa façanha? Um  divertido e estapafúrdio ranking de dúvidas engraçadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A criatividade e ousadia que alguns usuários registraram nas páginas  do Respostas&amp;nbsp; aborda assuntos que vão desde a busca de possíveis  maneiras de ensinar o cachorro a falar português, até irônias com  assuntos que geraram polêmica, como a possibilidade de o personagem Saci  Pererê ter ficado sem perna após um encontro com o jogador Felipe Melo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A excentricidade também esteve presente entre as respostas dadas a  essas perguntas. Com argumentos divertidos e tão absurdos quanto as  perguntas, esses usuários mostraram que, no ano de 2010, o bom-humor e a  ironia foram as melhores formas de interação entre os membros da  comunidade do Yahoo! Respostas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prepare-se para conhecer as preciosidades intelectuais dos usuários.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/ep/wpprod/13/2010/12/Pergunta_maquina_escrever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-11979" height="270" src="http://l.yimg.com/ep/wpprod/13/2010/12/Pergunta_maquina_escrever.jpg" title="Pergunta_maquina_escrever" width="416" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/ep/wpprod/13/2010/12/pergunta_casamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-11980" height="268" src="http://l.yimg.com/ep/wpprod/13/2010/12/pergunta_casamento.jpg" title="pergunta_casamento" width="416" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/ep/wpprod/13/2010/12/pergunta_parede.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-11981" height="268" src="http://l.yimg.com/ep/wpprod/13/2010/12/pergunta_parede.jpg" title="pergunta_parede" width="416" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/ep/wpprod/13/2010/12/pergunta_felipe_melo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-11982" height="266" src="http://l.yimg.com/ep/wpprod/13/2010/12/pergunta_felipe_melo.jpg" title="pergunta_felipe_melo" width="416" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/ep/wpprod/13/2010/12/pergunta_gnomo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-11983" height="268" src="http://l.yimg.com/ep/wpprod/13/2010/12/pergunta_gnomo.jpg" title="pergunta_gnomo" width="416" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/ep/wpprod/13/2010/12/pergunta_cachorro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-11984" height="268" src="http://l.yimg.com/ep/wpprod/13/2010/12/pergunta_cachorro.jpg" title="pergunta_cachorro" width="416" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/ep/wpprod/13/2010/12/pergunta_super_homem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-11985" height="269" src="http://l.yimg.com/ep/wpprod/13/2010/12/pergunta_super_homem.jpg" title="pergunta_super_homem" width="416" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/ep/wpprod/13/2010/12/pergunta_coelho_pascoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-11986" height="269" src="http://l.yimg.com/ep/wpprod/13/2010/12/pergunta_coelho_pascoa.jpg" title="pergunta_coelho_pascoa" width="416" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/ep/wpprod/13/2010/12/pergunta_invisivel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-11987" height="269" src="http://l.yimg.com/ep/wpprod/13/2010/12/pergunta_invisivel.jpg" title="pergunta_invisivel" width="416" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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Meu nome é Chris,&lt;br /&gt;
Estou com três anos,&lt;br /&gt;
Meus olhos estão inchados ..&lt;br /&gt;
Eu não posso ver.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu devo ser estúpida,&lt;br /&gt;
Eu devo ser má,&lt;br /&gt;
O que eu poderia ter feito para&lt;br /&gt;
Meu pai ficar tão bravo?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu gostaria de ser melhor,&lt;br /&gt;
Eu desejo não estar tão feia,&lt;br /&gt;
Então, talvez a minha mãe,&lt;br /&gt;
Será que ainda querem me abraçar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu não posso fazer algo errado,&lt;br /&gt;
Eu não posso falar nada,&lt;br /&gt;
Ou então eu fico presa,&lt;br /&gt;
Durante todo o dia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando estou acordada,&lt;br /&gt;
Eu estou sozinha,&lt;br /&gt;
A casa está escura,&lt;br /&gt;
Meus pais não estão em casa.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando minha mãe vier para casa,&lt;br /&gt;
Vou tentar ser agradável,&lt;br /&gt;
Então, talvez eu consiga,&lt;br /&gt;
Uma noite só com chicotadas.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Acabei de ouvir um carro,&lt;br /&gt;
Meu pai está de volta&lt;br /&gt;
Do Charlie's bar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu já ouvi êle amaldiçoando&lt;br /&gt;
Meu nome é chamado,&lt;br /&gt;
Eu me aperto,&lt;br /&gt;
Contra a parede.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu tento me esconder,&lt;br /&gt;
De seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;
Tenho tanto medo agora,&lt;br /&gt;
Eu estou começando a chorar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ele encontra-me a chorar,&lt;br /&gt;
Chama-me por um monte de palavras feias,&lt;br /&gt;
Ele diz que tudo é culpa minha,&lt;br /&gt;
Ele sofre muito no trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ele bate e bate&lt;br /&gt;
E grita comigo ainda mais,&lt;br /&gt;
Eu finalmente me vejo livre,&lt;br /&gt;
E corro para a porta.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ele já fez o bloqueio,&lt;br /&gt;
E eu começo a gritar,&lt;br /&gt;
Ele me leva e me joga,&lt;br /&gt;
Contra a parede.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu caio no chão,&lt;br /&gt;
Com os meus ossos quase partidos,&lt;br /&gt;
E meu pai continua,&lt;br /&gt;
Com mais palavrões.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Sinto muito!", Eu grito,&lt;br /&gt;
Mas agora é tarde demais,&lt;br /&gt;
Seu rosto fica retorcido,&lt;br /&gt;
Em uma forma inimaginável.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E mágôa e chuta,&lt;br /&gt;
Novamente e novamente&lt;br /&gt;
Por favor, Ó Deus, tem misericórdia!&lt;br /&gt;
O por favor, faça isso acabar!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E finalmente ele pára,&lt;br /&gt;
E se dirige para a porta,&lt;br /&gt;
Enquanto eu estava ali, imóvel,&lt;br /&gt;
Esparramada no chão.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Meu nome é Chris,&lt;br /&gt;
Estou com três anos,&lt;br /&gt;
Esta noite meu pai,&lt;br /&gt;
Me matou.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E você pode ajudar,&lt;br /&gt;
Enjoa-me a alma,&lt;br /&gt;
Se você ler isso,&lt;br /&gt;
E não transmitir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu rezo para o seu perdão,&lt;br /&gt;
Você teria que ser,&lt;br /&gt;
Uma pessoa sem coração,&lt;br /&gt;
Não ser afetado,&lt;br /&gt;
Por este poema.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E porque você é afetado,&lt;br /&gt;
Faça algo sobre isso!&lt;br /&gt;
Então tudo que eu lhe peço para fazer,&lt;br /&gt;
É passar esta mensagem!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Se você é contra pederastia, pedofilia e&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
violencia infantil!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Escreva isso como "Papai ... Dói '&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentário:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No começo eu achava que isso era apenas uma corrente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E eu não estava certo se ia encaminhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas agora percebo que esta é uma situação importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pelo menos cinco crianças a cada dia ao redor do mundo morrem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por algum tipo de abuso !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Recebido por E-mail&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/25190857-1710288511274085020?l=arte-em-letras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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O que os teus olhos me dizem?&lt;br /&gt;
Tenho medo de decifrar!&lt;br /&gt;
Tenho medo de mim perder,&lt;br /&gt;
na profundidade do teu olhar!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Olhos sem lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;
trazem esperança,&lt;br /&gt;
Molhados porém&lt;br /&gt;
Desespero.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Não sei se os enxugo,&lt;br /&gt;
ou se os vejo no aguaceiro;&lt;br /&gt;
É certo porém, que te queria por intero.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pois do que adianta ter teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;
na Esperança ou desespero?&lt;br /&gt;
Sem você e seu amor que sei ser verdadeiros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25190857-613165599783732216?l=arte-em-letras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Meu amor&lt;br /&gt;
Eu nem sei te dizer quanta dor&lt;br /&gt;
Mesmo a noite não sabia&lt;br /&gt;
O que o amor escondia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minha vida&lt;br /&gt;
Que fazer com minha alma perdida&lt;br /&gt;
Foi um raio de ilusão&lt;br /&gt;
Bem no meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E veio com tudo&lt;br /&gt;
Dissabor e tudo&lt;br /&gt;
Veio com tudo&lt;br /&gt;
Dissabor e tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sei,&lt;br /&gt;
Eu não sei viver sem ela&lt;br /&gt;
Assim, um simples talvez me desespera&lt;br /&gt;
Ninguém pode querer bem sem ralar&lt;br /&gt;
Na há nada o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;
Amar é tudo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Letra: Djavan &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/25190857-2725388113866651871?l=arte-em-letras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Nasci de um desejo,&lt;br /&gt;
Me alimento de esperança;&lt;br /&gt;
Vivo de amor,&lt;br /&gt;
Morro por desprezo.&lt;br /&gt;
Que tipo de ser que sou?&lt;br /&gt;
Me alimento dos sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;
Sonhos dos que acreditam em mim&lt;br /&gt;
Na alegria, trago desespero.&lt;br /&gt;
Minhas armas são verdades ditas,&lt;br /&gt;
Sentimentos expostos são meus anguilhões;&lt;br /&gt;
Ceifo almas que sofrem de amor.&lt;br /&gt;
Depois que consigo, fujo&lt;br /&gt;
Quando fujo, paro de viver&lt;br /&gt;
Não vivo, porque não amei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25190857-8778067854886230973?l=arte-em-letras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Possibilidade matemática e impossibilidade física,&lt;br /&gt;
Tão provavel para alma quanto improvavel para o corpo.&lt;br /&gt;
Teoria que aprendi na prática que não deixa de ser teoria,&lt;br /&gt;
Equação possível que acaba no quântico, inalcansável;&lt;br /&gt;
Chegar a resolução deste problema me faria dobrar o universo&lt;br /&gt;
Juntando-o de ponta à ponta&lt;br /&gt;
Superando o impossível na velocidade da luz&lt;br /&gt;
Ultrapassando, fazendo surgir a impossibilidade&lt;br /&gt;
Concretizando sonhos e realizando desejos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://matcea.wordpress.com/2010/07/27/phi-a-divina-proporcao/"&gt;A Divina Proporção&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Meu sabor,&lt;br /&gt;
sem você&amp;nbsp; fico sem gosto. &lt;br /&gt;
És pensamento, delírio e calma; &lt;br /&gt;
Pedaço de mim que gosto de ter. &lt;br /&gt;
O Sabor está em você&lt;br /&gt;
Não existe sensação que te tire da mente&lt;br /&gt;
estou coberto por tua essência&lt;br /&gt;
Não tenho para onde fugir&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo em mim é teu,&lt;br /&gt;
Não consigo livrar-me dos pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;
És meu pensamento e delírio,&lt;br /&gt;
és a calma&lt;br /&gt;
Como posso sentir tudo que tenho &lt;br /&gt;
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gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4GRn07fip7ImA9Wx5TGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25190857.post-2454414887774274662</id><published>2010-08-04T15:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T15:35:27.306-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-04T15:35:27.306-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="câncer" /><title /><content type="html">&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: inherit;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"  &gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; background-color: transparent; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Que o Câncer não Pode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aECXkAIvJE8/SwGF31o6PPI/AAAAAAAACO8/Yz3BzDvS-Ng/s400/cancer_uajfi3.jpg" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aECXkAIvJE8/SwGF31o6PPI/AAAAAAAACO8/Yz3BzDvS-Ng/s400/cancer_uajfi3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sodanarede.blogspot.com/2009/11/proteina-anticancer.html"&gt;Imagem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O câncer é limitado.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="border-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Ele não pode aleijar o amor.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="border-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Não pode destruir a esperança.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="border-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Não pode corroer a fé.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="border-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Não pode devorar a paz.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="border-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Não pode destruir a confiança&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="border-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Não pode destruir a amizade.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="border-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Não pode apagar as lembranças.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="border-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Não pode silenciar a coragem.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="border-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Não pode invadir a alma.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="border-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Não pode reduzir a vida eterna&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="border-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Não pode extinguir o espírito.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="border-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;E não pode diminuir o poder da ressurreição".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: 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