<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551134377031094808</id><updated>2024-11-08T07:39:27.536-08:00</updated><category term="Editorial - Acima das Críticas"/><category term="Editorial - Amor Improvável"/><category term="Editorial - Bahia"/><category term="Editorial - Entre Olhares"/><category term="Editorial - Escolhas Necessárias"/><category term="Editorial - Fonte de Inspiração"/><category term="Editorial - Impulsividade e Velocidade"/><category term="Editorial - Louco por Novidade"/><category term="Editorial - Mudanças Atemporais"/><category term="Editorial - O tempo que inspira"/><category term="Editorial - Pra você um custo"/><category term="Editorial - Prêmio? 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I Came Back."/><category term="Simpatia e Vida Alheia."/><category term="pra mim um valor."/><title type='text'>Blog do Poder by Tamyr Mota</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tamyr Mota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222282612332242008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551134377031094808.post-4023946314880469033</id><published>2010-11-03T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T07:40:28.507-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Editorial - Um Diálogo Verdadeiro"/><title type='text'>Um Diálogo Verdadeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6OMUPO9tjRTNcqr4yU_i_48jMpctgE9zAQgAcZErwrErQJd5JhERGdTr80MiL703QbyIeuc2mgCCD26k9W9ENbh2ZsAlTtJjh02c3j6OuuaUSGPpqkMtEWA4N2lTyNComi8be3HhKBovJ/s1600/DataBlog.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 81px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6OMUPO9tjRTNcqr4yU_i_48jMpctgE9zAQgAcZErwrErQJd5JhERGdTr80MiL703QbyIeuc2mgCCD26k9W9ENbh2ZsAlTtJjh02c3j6OuuaUSGPpqkMtEWA4N2lTyNComi8be3HhKBovJ/s200/DataBlog.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535333116167404434&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align:justify;line-height:150%&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;- Penso que em algum momento você pode resolver não mais manter um relacionamento comigo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align:justify;line-height:150%&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;- Isso é loucura. Não existe um único motivo para que eu queira nossa separação.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align:justify;line-height:150%&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;- Sabe quantas pessoas não tinham motivo e em algum momento acabou-se uma relação?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align:justify;line-height:150%&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;- Que desequilíbrio da sua parte pensar assim, me colocar em papel de comum, me comparando a qualquer pessoa. Não brinco com sentimentos, não digo que amo que não tem significado para mim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align:justify;line-height:150%&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;- Eu já ouvi isso antes e minha decepção foi imensa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align:justify;line-height:150%&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;- Desisto de falar alguma coisa. Não são palavras que vão mudar o que eu sinto, o que você sente e o que pensamos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align:justify;line-height:150%&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;- Agora acredito em você.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/feeds/4023946314880469033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4551134377031094808/4023946314880469033' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/4023946314880469033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/4023946314880469033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/2010/11/um-dialogo-verdadeiro.html' title='Um Diálogo Verdadeiro'/><author><name>Tamyr Mota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222282612332242008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6OMUPO9tjRTNcqr4yU_i_48jMpctgE9zAQgAcZErwrErQJd5JhERGdTr80MiL703QbyIeuc2mgCCD26k9W9ENbh2ZsAlTtJjh02c3j6OuuaUSGPpqkMtEWA4N2lTyNComi8be3HhKBovJ/s72-c/DataBlog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551134377031094808.post-8941431768042001446</id><published>2010-10-24T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T20:38:39.415-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Editorial - O tempo que inspira"/><title type='text'>O tempo que inspira.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdl0e8L0rVV7fMvqhilr6YqSUZjOGAOHzvt1RVUgUn_s-p6UXvcTOnLmRcRJ2DGaiCiPeu6eWveMv-vdguxeHBolm2hsmFRFJjLJN1XU0trwk1WfffHS-2b30eTJGgUDK9B_FUBv6LRP6f/s1600/DataBlog25Out.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 81px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdl0e8L0rVV7fMvqhilr6YqSUZjOGAOHzvt1RVUgUn_s-p6UXvcTOnLmRcRJ2DGaiCiPeu6eWveMv-vdguxeHBolm2hsmFRFJjLJN1XU0trwk1WfffHS-2b30eTJGgUDK9B_FUBv6LRP6f/s200/DataBlog25Out.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531822812380317762&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; &quot;&gt;Deixando de lado toda a hipocrisia diária das nossas vidas, sempre de lado e se possível cada vez mais distante, vale a máxima do aproveitar em modo ‘&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style:normal&quot;&gt;full time&lt;/i&gt;’ todas as oportunidades que a vida nos oferece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align:justify;line-height:150%&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;E engraçado como eu, que acabo de afirmar isso, até pouco tempo atrás tinha a mania de querer [como se houvesse em nós tal arbítrio] por um limite a minha vida. Onde me referia à idade que tenho e a idade que gostaria de acenar em despedida a esse mundo, a essa vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align:justify;line-height:150%&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;Há pouco tempo, perdi uma pessoa de grande importância na minha vida. Alguém que no alto da sua sétima década vivia para afirmar um conceito próprio de felicidade, onde o amor era soberano, os dias precisavam ser prosa e música e a liberdade, ah a liberdade! Essa era a Mãe e o Pai do bem viver.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align:justify;line-height:150%&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;E por isso, alguém que chegou a essa idade, deixando um legado imensurável, me deu esse fôlego de vitalidade. Agora o que quero é viver meus próximos 50 ou 60 anos assim – sutil, educado, estudioso, leitor, pretensioso e livre. Para que alguém possa me encontrar sorrindo e ouvindo as minhas histórias possa sorrir devagar e mudar de conceito como eu mudei.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/feeds/8941431768042001446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4551134377031094808/8941431768042001446' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/8941431768042001446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/8941431768042001446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-tempo-que-inspira.html' title='O tempo que inspira.'/><author><name>Tamyr Mota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222282612332242008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdl0e8L0rVV7fMvqhilr6YqSUZjOGAOHzvt1RVUgUn_s-p6UXvcTOnLmRcRJ2DGaiCiPeu6eWveMv-vdguxeHBolm2hsmFRFJjLJN1XU0trwk1WfffHS-2b30eTJGgUDK9B_FUBv6LRP6f/s72-c/DataBlog25Out.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551134377031094808.post-7012703804417776503</id><published>2009-09-15T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T20:35:15.760-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Editorial - Bahia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Simpatia e Vida Alheia."/><title type='text'>Bahia, Simpatia e Vida Alheia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGVqH9HD9DnA_R2rEFXW85zPM_6I0jJjrr_phvtBQ5Udry8IEYpYqoA5MLfthbAUOsfoQNHdRJ6DTvkXnyZj9FnxkVnsqP7Caf2wIUSNc384neFwL-xpmRnHNUITCvdUnSJa_Hje8nlNm/s1600/DataBlog15Set.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 81px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGVqH9HD9DnA_R2rEFXW85zPM_6I0jJjrr_phvtBQ5Udry8IEYpYqoA5MLfthbAUOsfoQNHdRJ6DTvkXnyZj9FnxkVnsqP7Caf2wIUSNc384neFwL-xpmRnHNUITCvdUnSJa_Hje8nlNm/s200/DataBlog15Set.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531822121433416258&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;ecmsonormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(68, 68, 68); &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;A Bahia é um estado muito particular, e por mais que isso seja dito aqui, nada se compara a sensação de ‘bater perna’ pelas ruas da metrópole capital para ter-se certeza do fato. Aqui todo lugar se torna bastante engraçado e crítico. Análises socioeconômicas a parte, todos os comportamentos aqui são meio folclóricos, porque não se repete, não se imita, se é. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;ecmsonormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(68, 68, 68); &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Numa feira de rua, por exemplo, toda a forma de se vender produtos, pechinchar preços, falar mal da concorrência e atrair os clientes, tudo é tão diferente e ao mesmo tempo tão nosso. Aqui as pessoas gostam de conversar demais, quem anda sozinho na rua, corre o risco de se bater com uma pessoa e ter uma companhia dali em diante. Nas filas? Nem se comenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;ecmsonormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(68, 68, 68); &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Em eventos sociais, como somos peculiares nós baianos, diversos indivíduos com uma só taça de champagne se tornam ainda mais simpáticos. Nos shoppings desconhecidos adoram remeter opiniões sobre o que se compra. O baiano é o povo que mais se dispõe um ao outro, com uma vontade de ajudar e saber da vida alheia, como povo nenhum o faz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/feeds/7012703804417776503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4551134377031094808/7012703804417776503' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/7012703804417776503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/7012703804417776503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/2009/09/bahia-simpatia-e-vida-alheia.html' title='Bahia, Simpatia e Vida Alheia.'/><author><name>Tamyr Mota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222282612332242008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGVqH9HD9DnA_R2rEFXW85zPM_6I0jJjrr_phvtBQ5Udry8IEYpYqoA5MLfthbAUOsfoQNHdRJ6DTvkXnyZj9FnxkVnsqP7Caf2wIUSNc384neFwL-xpmRnHNUITCvdUnSJa_Hje8nlNm/s72-c/DataBlog15Set.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551134377031094808.post-5504007334564672091</id><published>2009-09-11T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:37:00.294-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Editorial - Escolhas Necessárias"/><title type='text'>Escolhas Necessárias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEsKEgiU8zDL74yNrxxYtPkyoFdPLYrYAvjI3LeLPKwa2SXGHVsQuyYbECzhemJPOOoJNfBYHN98jjKVnKaLtnRnDclCNCfvILkMpfZpoSdLNn6QQPTy1BZUCBGXJXZXV7-Nex0BsC_HrD/s1600-h/datablog.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 90px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEsKEgiU8zDL74yNrxxYtPkyoFdPLYrYAvjI3LeLPKwa2SXGHVsQuyYbECzhemJPOOoJNfBYHN98jjKVnKaLtnRnDclCNCfvILkMpfZpoSdLNn6QQPTy1BZUCBGXJXZXV7-Nex0BsC_HrD/s200/datablog.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380225798057407490&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Todo o dinamismo da vida consiste em mudanças e escolhas. Nada mais pode causar tamanho incomodo senão o fato de romper e sacrificar nossos dias com a escolha de outros caminhos a serem seguidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;O momento de pôr na balança o que não se pesa e de medir o que não se mede causa uma sensação de tamanha estranheza, que muitos preferem não fazer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;E seguem pelo estático, pelo imóvel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;O romper não é fácil. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Manter o olhar sobre o que te emociona e ter que partir para o que lhe racionaliza é um massacre. Mas esse sacrifício se faz bastante necessário, porque para algo crescer, algo há de se perder.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Escolher entre o que se gosta, o que se ama, o que faz pulsar e entre o necessário para o crescimento, entre as batalhas e as guerras de lógicas é algo extremamente desconfortável.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Por fim, quem se opõe aos gritos das escolhas, perde a chance da renovação. E quem não renova, vive no silêncio. Emudecido diante das melhores e das piores coisas. O que pode até ser cômodo e conveniente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Mas não supera.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/feeds/5504007334564672091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4551134377031094808/5504007334564672091' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/5504007334564672091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/5504007334564672091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/2009/09/escolhas-necessarias.html' title='Escolhas Necessárias'/><author><name>Tamyr Mota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222282612332242008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEsKEgiU8zDL74yNrxxYtPkyoFdPLYrYAvjI3LeLPKwa2SXGHVsQuyYbECzhemJPOOoJNfBYHN98jjKVnKaLtnRnDclCNCfvILkMpfZpoSdLNn6QQPTy1BZUCBGXJXZXV7-Nex0BsC_HrD/s72-c/datablog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551134377031094808.post-7763941114908291494</id><published>2009-09-04T13:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:15:48.885-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Editorial - Pra você um custo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pra mim um valor."/><title type='text'>Pra você um custo, pra mim um valor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsBOGHfmX5CIOEXHbV74CfNEwIHb9B76W2VZNKYpxKroqASfvfGGvjjUD-MCfJsr9cFLIwD4j5zvIoO6ngFGmeYqGpS3ntN6Y9YyfAhL2lGY9wQcrEyTgzXMy2SGmji0X210_UvndQbDn1/s1600-h/datablog.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 90px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsBOGHfmX5CIOEXHbV74CfNEwIHb9B76W2VZNKYpxKroqASfvfGGvjjUD-MCfJsr9cFLIwD4j5zvIoO6ngFGmeYqGpS3ntN6Y9YyfAhL2lGY9wQcrEyTgzXMy2SGmji0X210_UvndQbDn1/s200/datablog.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377710367578794146&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Eu desde sempre soube diferenciar firmemente custo e valor. Que são coisas altamente distintas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Custo é somente uma questão financeira, um critério de moeda. Quando vamos a uma loja e compramos, consumimos e pagamos. Á vista, no cartão de crédito, no débito... O custo acaba ali, no momento do pagamento. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;O valor é uma coisa além, onde o custo se torna somente um viés. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Por quantas vezes compramos ou ganhamos algum mimo, que por um momento, uma circunstância se torna tão especial? E não estou falando de apego material. Falo da importância mesmo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Quantas mulheres carregam jóias de família, pertencentes a mães, avós, bisavós? E que para elas, dinheiro algum no mundo pode pagar. Não há custo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Quantos homens fazem questão de ter uma peça exclusiva e cheia de representatividade?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Quem de nós não tem um presente, que nos remete a um momento único, a uma pessoa especial? Uma cultura? Um costume?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Comigo não é diferente, tenho coisas que quando penso no custo, percebo o quão pouco isso represente. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Porque o valor das coisas está acima disso tudo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Assim, claro, o que pra você pode ser um custo, pra mim é um valor. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/feeds/7763941114908291494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4551134377031094808/7763941114908291494' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/7763941114908291494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/7763941114908291494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/2009/09/pra-voce-um-custo-pra-mim-um-valor.html' title='Pra você um custo, pra mim um valor.'/><author><name>Tamyr Mota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222282612332242008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsBOGHfmX5CIOEXHbV74CfNEwIHb9B76W2VZNKYpxKroqASfvfGGvjjUD-MCfJsr9cFLIwD4j5zvIoO6ngFGmeYqGpS3ntN6Y9YyfAhL2lGY9wQcrEyTgzXMy2SGmji0X210_UvndQbDn1/s72-c/datablog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551134377031094808.post-3610867638888291559</id><published>2009-09-01T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:16:04.458-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Editorial - Impulsividade e Velocidade"/><title type='text'>Impulsividade e Velocidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIMtOMXKYOBjWUxFmrrdze4NfuIm1yaNye0yhKZUQU9mRszcQBqty4oevxPCv0usiYXido_Hwk26qTQ-sEYVmn0baAZRXdS0zbCK_R3RCJ1vJZtuGwiKcFtqRd41A5G0BVT5yfWWHUZmgf/s1600-h/datablog.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 90px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIMtOMXKYOBjWUxFmrrdze4NfuIm1yaNye0yhKZUQU9mRszcQBqty4oevxPCv0usiYXido_Hwk26qTQ-sEYVmn0baAZRXdS0zbCK_R3RCJ1vJZtuGwiKcFtqRd41A5G0BVT5yfWWHUZmgf/s200/datablog.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376585720751608738&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Perdoem a falta de atualização, mas, desde que retornei ao Blog do Poder tenho repensando bastante como aprimorar esse espaço. Assim, há dias em que faço análises de layout, editorial, formas. Enfim...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;E nem sempre publico o que escrevo, resolvo segurar o meu lado mais crítico e parto para outros horizontes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Não que eu queira me remeter a uma autocensura. Não mesmo. É que existem certos conceitos, que precisam ser aprimorados. E mais que isso, preciso aprimorar a impulsividade também, que não me incomoda, não me é cruel, mas, como tudo nessa vida, precisa sempre ser repensada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Muita coisa acontece no nosso meio de vida. Tantas besteiras que vejo a imprensa e as pessoas dando valor. Tanta coisa bacana, de qualidade e sem espaço, onde de direito. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Esses contrastes culturais me incomodam bastante. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;E agora Salvador começa a ferver, sinais de verão na cidade [que faz calor 365 dias por ano].&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Setembro é um mês de importância para mudanças e velocidade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Compreendem também a importância da velocidade?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/feeds/3610867638888291559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4551134377031094808/3610867638888291559' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/3610867638888291559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/3610867638888291559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/2009/09/impulsividade-e-velocidade.html' title='Impulsividade e Velocidade'/><author><name>Tamyr Mota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222282612332242008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIMtOMXKYOBjWUxFmrrdze4NfuIm1yaNye0yhKZUQU9mRszcQBqty4oevxPCv0usiYXido_Hwk26qTQ-sEYVmn0baAZRXdS0zbCK_R3RCJ1vJZtuGwiKcFtqRd41A5G0BVT5yfWWHUZmgf/s72-c/datablog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551134377031094808.post-6370102887295120667</id><published>2009-08-26T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:16:19.645-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Editorial - Louco por Novidade"/><title type='text'>Louco por Novidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6QATo0fe3BLa__1piVRRyQDkCc3y08M4qLoI_7OgDfS5rODAfHrI7tMCLIiCMJDv5Evc-ZNMDbgSab6b9aSmyGS05L_2jfrRVqjKQK7fOahC1rhF7h1ZolD1-vLvQiQGMhrk6O3sUQMyI/s1600-h/datablog.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 90px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6QATo0fe3BLa__1piVRRyQDkCc3y08M4qLoI_7OgDfS5rODAfHrI7tMCLIiCMJDv5Evc-ZNMDbgSab6b9aSmyGS05L_2jfrRVqjKQK7fOahC1rhF7h1ZolD1-vLvQiQGMhrk6O3sUQMyI/s200/datablog.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374265215412668578&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Já devem ter percebido que sou um verdadeiro viciado &lt;st1:personname productid=&quot;em novidades. Faço&quot; st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;em novidades. Faço&lt;/st1:personname&gt; questão de ir atrás do que é novo, de fato. Saber o que poucos sabem, ou, o que ninguém sabe ainda.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Olhar o que ninguém olha. Comer o que poucos comem. Beber o que poucos bebem. Poder ter conceitos sobre o que é novo, me deixa extasiado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Existem dias, que não há nada de novo, fuçamos, procuramos, corremos... Mas, não há, e ponto final. Ponto final nada. Nesse momento, criemos nossas novidades, inovemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Estou nesse momento, fazendo o novo, de novo. Só para variar. E o que move todos os meus dias, é exatamente isso. Fazer o que quero, gosto e preciso. Tem muita novidade chegando por aí, e claro, não teria graça fazer isso sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Em breve vocês estarão a par de muita coisa. E enquanto isso, inovem por aí também, e claro, me avisem e me apresentem as suas novidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/feeds/6370102887295120667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4551134377031094808/6370102887295120667' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/6370102887295120667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/6370102887295120667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/2009/08/louco-por-novidade.html' title='Louco por Novidade'/><author><name>Tamyr Mota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222282612332242008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6QATo0fe3BLa__1piVRRyQDkCc3y08M4qLoI_7OgDfS5rODAfHrI7tMCLIiCMJDv5Evc-ZNMDbgSab6b9aSmyGS05L_2jfrRVqjKQK7fOahC1rhF7h1ZolD1-vLvQiQGMhrk6O3sUQMyI/s72-c/datablog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551134377031094808.post-1581993469191040375</id><published>2009-08-20T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:16:39.664-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Editorial - Prêmio? Que prêmio? Show? Que show?"/><title type='text'>Prêmio? Que prêmio? Show? Que show?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHxpMIEkD_Q_WDjJuF18lZtlAfNkzUti3QJf_blw1uvIISI6mbRSZDNpzMxIYEPZ03hmudnJVAEJxsX1B1J5gQKSRG6XUBhvNRsq424akdqGFoyYkPNDiOlIMdayCddAoBIuwEoV9J_XmN/s1600-h/datablog.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 90px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHxpMIEkD_Q_WDjJuF18lZtlAfNkzUti3QJf_blw1uvIISI6mbRSZDNpzMxIYEPZ03hmudnJVAEJxsX1B1J5gQKSRG6XUBhvNRsq424akdqGFoyYkPNDiOlIMdayCddAoBIuwEoV9J_XmN/s200/datablog.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372119244751899570&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Não fazia parte dos meus planos da terça-feira a noite assistir ao Prêmio Multishow de Música Brasileira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Até porque pelo que acompanho nos últimos anos, notei poucas mudanças nos indicados. Sempre os mesmos, com as mesmas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Claro, as nossas cantoras, cantores e bandas que fazem bonito no cenário da música brasileira, merecem reconhecimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Mas, achei que a premiação não deu muita olhada nas boas novidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;E não sei por que, estava passando pela frente da TV que coincidentemente transmitia o prêmio. Quando notei o péssimo áudio, a péssima direção, e os péssimos cabelos [sei que isso não interessa, nem agrega valor, mas me fez rir].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;E a Joana Mazuchelli, sempre tão competente, nome alto da Universal, todos os melhores dvd’s que assisto, estão sob a batuta dela. Ela dirigiu. Estranho o show de erros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;E a roupa da Ivete, inspirada [se não era a própria] na cortina de uma casa exotérica chic. E a falta de sintonia entre ela e Zeca Pagodinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;E, no final das contas, minha noite ganhou risos mil devido ao Prêmio Multishow. Prêmio? Que prêmio? Show? Que show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/feeds/1581993469191040375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4551134377031094808/1581993469191040375' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/1581993469191040375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/1581993469191040375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/2009/08/premio-que-premio-show-que-show.html' title='Prêmio? Que prêmio? Show? Que show?'/><author><name>Tamyr Mota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222282612332242008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHxpMIEkD_Q_WDjJuF18lZtlAfNkzUti3QJf_blw1uvIISI6mbRSZDNpzMxIYEPZ03hmudnJVAEJxsX1B1J5gQKSRG6XUBhvNRsq424akdqGFoyYkPNDiOlIMdayCddAoBIuwEoV9J_XmN/s72-c/datablog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551134377031094808.post-6265759181046319473</id><published>2009-08-18T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:17:03.073-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Editorial - Fonte de Inspiração"/><title type='text'>Fonte de Inspiração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjouuofHYydStZwd_zZYcWdik1y_iw8PWOc2bTc5-yBrrUe-30EvBQkzXr3qdimoZwVzL0cagRXzgq0P3v85QZEnxOQiKFe8-ThigDwMwM-eXeMBmbGhU9Vg6qTZLpVjy0A1Kroz50Cs7kx/s1600-h/datablog.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 90px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjouuofHYydStZwd_zZYcWdik1y_iw8PWOc2bTc5-yBrrUe-30EvBQkzXr3qdimoZwVzL0cagRXzgq0P3v85QZEnxOQiKFe8-ThigDwMwM-eXeMBmbGhU9Vg6qTZLpVjy0A1Kroz50Cs7kx/s200/datablog.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371481050533799762&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Pra quem trabalha e vive com comunicação a todo tempo, existem momentos em que a inspiração não vem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Os insights somem, e a pauta fica vazia. Seja pra criar, escrever, planejar ou o que for.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;E há os que saiam desesperados atrás da tal inspiração.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;E quantos não sabem que tudo nessa vida inspira?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Hoje eu pude me inspirar com uma planta que me acompanha há uns 7 anos, é a Giselle. Quando percebi o crescimento da Giselle, quando lembrei do tamanho que ela tinha, de quantas vezes achei que ela morreria seca esturricada. Me inspirou!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Porque a Giselle estava feia, bem sem vida, mas as estações mudam, e ela idem. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Agora ela está buscando forças em suas raízes, para voltar a resplandecer com seu verde mais bonito.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;E eu agora faço como a Giselle. Me renovo, me arrumo, e vou ao sol, cheio de vontade de viver.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/feeds/6265759181046319473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4551134377031094808/6265759181046319473' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/6265759181046319473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/6265759181046319473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/2009/08/fonte-de-inspiracao.html' title='Fonte de Inspiração'/><author><name>Tamyr Mota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222282612332242008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjouuofHYydStZwd_zZYcWdik1y_iw8PWOc2bTc5-yBrrUe-30EvBQkzXr3qdimoZwVzL0cagRXzgq0P3v85QZEnxOQiKFe8-ThigDwMwM-eXeMBmbGhU9Vg6qTZLpVjy0A1Kroz50Cs7kx/s72-c/datablog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551134377031094808.post-1639542490857973290</id><published>2009-08-17T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:17:22.300-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Editorial - Realizar"/><title type='text'>Realizar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU5HkM0mmILyzF91P6CXKyfUknushEmcz47z2Ts7r6C9ApbvXwv0qSnRPczELa63-QUTHOb4w0O2I4KvoLxx6qwGYbKlYxRWLgI9Szt9u3i4SoDu0unAhqzQkH1l54QASsL0C9vlFKgy0W/s1600-h/datablog.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 90px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU5HkM0mmILyzF91P6CXKyfUknushEmcz47z2Ts7r6C9ApbvXwv0qSnRPczELa63-QUTHOb4w0O2I4KvoLxx6qwGYbKlYxRWLgI9Szt9u3i4SoDu0unAhqzQkH1l54QASsL0C9vlFKgy0W/s200/datablog.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371078009735255874&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Canso de ouvir gente dizendo ‘se eu pudesse fazer isso...’, ou, ‘se eu tivesse tempo para fazer isso...’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;O que me deixa tão perplexo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Pessoas inteligentes, que têm um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt; atiçado, uma visão de futuro única e que sentem vontade de fazer coisas novas e diferentes, mas que simplesmente põem a culpa no tempo e nos afazeres do dia-a-dia para não realizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Realizar, essa palavra é mais do que mágica. Só quem realiza sabe do que estou falando, da sensação de se dedicar a um projeto, mesmo sem tempo, sem viabilidade, sem companhia, mas com persistência e vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Falam, falam, e falam. Mas lá no fundo dos nossos pensamentos, sabemos que se quisermos algo, conseguimos fazer tudo. Até que seja na madrugada, até que seja no final de semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Vamos fugir do que está imposto e pronto. Vamos sair da rotina de verdade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Quanto a mim, posso garantir. Nada me segura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;O tempo apertado me deixa até sem participações efetivas e afetivas, sem vaidade, sem leituras contínuas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Mas, nunca sem perspectivas de ações atuais e dentro do presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Vamos realizar! É magnífico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/feeds/1639542490857973290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4551134377031094808/1639542490857973290' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/1639542490857973290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/1639542490857973290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/2009/08/realizar.html' title='Realizar'/><author><name>Tamyr Mota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222282612332242008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU5HkM0mmILyzF91P6CXKyfUknushEmcz47z2Ts7r6C9ApbvXwv0qSnRPczELa63-QUTHOb4w0O2I4KvoLxx6qwGYbKlYxRWLgI9Szt9u3i4SoDu0unAhqzQkH1l54QASsL0C9vlFKgy0W/s72-c/datablog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551134377031094808.post-4206783573219367945</id><published>2009-08-12T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:17:48.505-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Editorial - Amor Improvável"/><title type='text'>Amor Improvável</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPKPek9e2XWQnjlG7Bajk1e0Kt-xt8dJX0jl_0jI9NzH1lEbWmldH0hv_SNNd6xIdP7aVWmnTaNSEHAgAkb8coEJbmJ9I-IRRZVDpA5PasQwGAfnYuO6B74-GjEqCOjYDSNXWzWQXshUK4/s1600-h/data_blog.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 71px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPKPek9e2XWQnjlG7Bajk1e0Kt-xt8dJX0jl_0jI9NzH1lEbWmldH0hv_SNNd6xIdP7aVWmnTaNSEHAgAkb8coEJbmJ9I-IRRZVDpA5PasQwGAfnYuO6B74-GjEqCOjYDSNXWzWQXshUK4/s320/data_blog.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369141829507801426&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Assistindo ao programa ‘Happy Hour’ apresentado pela figura ‘up’ da Astrid Fontenelle, ouvir da escritora Martha Medeiros uma frase que me deixou muito curioso e afirmativo ao mesmo tempo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;‘As pessoas buscam no amor uma recompensa pelos seus problemas. Ilusão. Não sabem que o amor é por si só a recompensa de todos os problemas que conseguimos resolver’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Prático não?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Demais.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Mas o pensamento das pessoas não segue uma ordem prática quando falamos de amor. Principalmente quando falamos de relacionamentos mesmo: namoro, casamento...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Chega de acharmos que o amor é uma responsabilidade para com a sociedade. Estamos no século XXI. Amamos por necessidade inerente ao humano, mas para saciarmos uns aos outros &lt;st1:personname productid=&quot;em particular. Não&quot; st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;em particular. Não&lt;/st1:personname&gt; para respondermos a um código. Não adianta abrir a porta da rua e sairmos correndo atrás de um amor. Não mesmo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Todos os seus mistérios e encantos estão na casualidade; na imprevisibilidade e na improbabilidade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Combinado?! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/feeds/4206783573219367945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4551134377031094808/4206783573219367945' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/4206783573219367945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/4206783573219367945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/2009/08/amor-improvavel.html' title='Amor Improvável'/><author><name>Tamyr Mota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222282612332242008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPKPek9e2XWQnjlG7Bajk1e0Kt-xt8dJX0jl_0jI9NzH1lEbWmldH0hv_SNNd6xIdP7aVWmnTaNSEHAgAkb8coEJbmJ9I-IRRZVDpA5PasQwGAfnYuO6B74-GjEqCOjYDSNXWzWQXshUK4/s72-c/data_blog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551134377031094808.post-8085418710964531260</id><published>2009-08-10T14:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:17:59.292-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Editorial - Entre Olhares"/><title type='text'>Entre Olhares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOyxnQW1xJsYed5jI_plqIlGBhUlZov1jZckCfkhlOLYsm7VNShl2hvtKNHocCk5qPtV8XZv2xlnpyKqnilcCvShMIfk0eRd_8Clc7cN160ALscgJJdrYnyag5XQv4p297PCnBx3C8gf8p/s1600-h/data_blog.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 71px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOyxnQW1xJsYed5jI_plqIlGBhUlZov1jZckCfkhlOLYsm7VNShl2hvtKNHocCk5qPtV8XZv2xlnpyKqnilcCvShMIfk0eRd_8Clc7cN160ALscgJJdrYnyag5XQv4p297PCnBx3C8gf8p/s320/data_blog.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368447685425054578&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Falar é muito importante. Falar o que se quer; o que se pensa; o que se pode; o que se planeja. Falar da melhor forma sempre, para que se seja muito bem compreendido.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;E como tudo na vida, falar também tem sua hora certa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Valorizo muito esse minha geração que chegou e estabeleceu a Liberdade da Expressão como lema de lifestyle. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Mas eu particularmente, valorizo também a Liberdade do Silêncio, aquele momento em que é melhor que só fiquemos de ouvidos atentos, sabendo analisar o melhor momento para remeter nossos conceitos pessoais sobre algo ou alguém. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Há momentos em que a fala que sai entre olhares, vale mais do que as palavras. O que não é exprimido, também é valido. Se cresce, se aprende. Também no silêncio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Impulsividade existe em muita coisa; em compras, em bebidas, &lt;st1:personname productid=&quot;em festas. Importante&quot; st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;em festas. Importante&lt;/st1:personname&gt;? Sim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Tal qual a espera do momento em que o tempo age por si só; o momento da vitória de quem merece. Sem gritos. Sutil.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/feeds/8085418710964531260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4551134377031094808/8085418710964531260' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/8085418710964531260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/8085418710964531260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/2009/08/entre-olhares_10.html' title='Entre Olhares'/><author><name>Tamyr Mota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222282612332242008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOyxnQW1xJsYed5jI_plqIlGBhUlZov1jZckCfkhlOLYsm7VNShl2hvtKNHocCk5qPtV8XZv2xlnpyKqnilcCvShMIfk0eRd_8Clc7cN160ALscgJJdrYnyag5XQv4p297PCnBx3C8gf8p/s72-c/data_blog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551134377031094808.post-422118986971106346</id><published>2009-08-06T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:18:20.314-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Editorial - Acima das Críticas"/><title type='text'>Acima das Críticas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5NuXc09HDnFn34k4OMqyzS99j-ADAR5S2-7Pcd927PNuViEceQEKp7m-_OPVaaiaJQMGLwJS7CZiTrKmBLGNp0-B88AWQrvD8uhKDe6s2L9ckc0Ufj59Ng25ENQHF4DX6z7UKT2KNXbDB/s1600-h/data_blog.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 71px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5NuXc09HDnFn34k4OMqyzS99j-ADAR5S2-7Pcd927PNuViEceQEKp7m-_OPVaaiaJQMGLwJS7CZiTrKmBLGNp0-B88AWQrvD8uhKDe6s2L9ckc0Ufj59Ng25ENQHF4DX6z7UKT2KNXbDB/s320/data_blog.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367041926001411074&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;‘Não me considero acima da crítica, mas digamos que depois de tanto tempo eu esteja mais ou menos redimida’. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Quem disse isso foi a Grande Dama do nosso Brasil. Fernanda Montenegro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;E me perdoe à ousadia Fernanda. Não sou o seu talento, não tenho a sua idade e não faço parte da história artística do país.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Mas, ando no mesmo caminho que você. E olha que tenho muitos, muitos, muitos anos a menos que você. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Ouço críticas sim, de todos os lados. Aliás, adoro ouvir opiniões. Mas os conceitos sobre elas. Faço eu mesmo, sozinho. E de verdade, eu mesmo me admiro diante de tantas situações que me ocorrem. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Claro, não me vejo como me vêem as pessoas. Não vim para ser modelo e referencial de nada. Nem sou celebridade. Agora sim, faço questão de ser célebre em tudo o que ponho o meu agir; o meu fazer. E chega um momento em que é preciso ir à diante. Até mesmo sozinho. Sem ligar pro que vão dizer e pensar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Se há honestidade; há verdade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Vamos arriscar. Essa é a melhor parte. Arriscar!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/feeds/422118986971106346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4551134377031094808/422118986971106346' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/422118986971106346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/422118986971106346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/2009/08/acima-das-criticas.html' title='Acima das Críticas'/><author><name>Tamyr Mota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222282612332242008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5NuXc09HDnFn34k4OMqyzS99j-ADAR5S2-7Pcd927PNuViEceQEKp7m-_OPVaaiaJQMGLwJS7CZiTrKmBLGNp0-B88AWQrvD8uhKDe6s2L9ckc0Ufj59Ng25ENQHF4DX6z7UKT2KNXbDB/s72-c/data_blog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551134377031094808.post-6492415251491394345</id><published>2009-08-05T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:18:45.675-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Editorial - Sair do Páreo"/><title type='text'>Sair do Páreo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9cmKu5vkrxjnmBSoW4vofgLAkuUq6V5iYvCihyZv8OajB6dX8INQxxcBRGDvpcDHRj06dzJRBh5dUdPCVuFCnXPRpoxsUvAZLnzQ5hfZt39Q15qiFWlXBIyPdaKh15UtFdIwtvuX6tNgn/s1600-h/data_blog.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 71px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9cmKu5vkrxjnmBSoW4vofgLAkuUq6V5iYvCihyZv8OajB6dX8INQxxcBRGDvpcDHRj06dzJRBh5dUdPCVuFCnXPRpoxsUvAZLnzQ5hfZt39Q15qiFWlXBIyPdaKh15UtFdIwtvuX6tNgn/s320/data_blog.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366632185161863954&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Ontem pude prestigiar o lançamento da Edição 03 da Revista Conceito AV, que é publicada pelo grupo de comunicação liderado por Andréa Velame. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Incrível perceber como uma arquiteta de muito talento, que tem uma visão única sobre a arte brasileira e internacional, se transformou em uma apresentadora de televisão singular, em meio a tantos programetes atuais locais tão parecidos. E mais que isso; se põe como uma editora e jornalista de uma revista altamente inteligente e inovadora. E inovação real. Das matérias aos anúncios, da fotografia até a equipe. Tudo é novo. Tudo com gente nova.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;E o mundo atual requer isso mesmo; que saibamos nos comunicar da melhor maneira possível, sem que sejamos iguais. Temos que sair do páreo! Admito que me surpreendi com a publicação, não por duvidar da Andréa Velame. Não. Mas por gostar dessa novidade itinerante que é o mercado de comunicação.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Ela sempre chic e elegante, recebeu cada convidado com uma palavra de afeto e competência. E Nós, recebemos essa revista muito digna, e que não tem tempo, nem momento. Aqui tudo é conservador e atual. Como ela, como mim. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/feeds/6492415251491394345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4551134377031094808/6492415251491394345' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/6492415251491394345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/6492415251491394345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/2009/08/ontem-pude-prestigiar-o-lancamento-da.html' title='Sair do Páreo'/><author><name>Tamyr Mota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222282612332242008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9cmKu5vkrxjnmBSoW4vofgLAkuUq6V5iYvCihyZv8OajB6dX8INQxxcBRGDvpcDHRj06dzJRBh5dUdPCVuFCnXPRpoxsUvAZLnzQ5hfZt39Q15qiFWlXBIyPdaKh15UtFdIwtvuX6tNgn/s72-c/data_blog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551134377031094808.post-1320254346367385606</id><published>2009-08-04T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:19:01.563-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Editorial - Mudanças Atemporais"/><title type='text'>Mudanças Atemporais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihQ5i1rAbRGrGyQGyslWciNRIe26Mw1sDnYqNr7f1WuQupTRmQ31kFkeoa9s7pRI5nkLRTMDIsYcd6KDTR79bmY-daVwCpxjCUlNQ66V4YZQsWG7s0VQdOnQ2fTtN_os428PCq7PZ4r9jb/s1600-h/data_blog.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 71px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihQ5i1rAbRGrGyQGyslWciNRIe26Mw1sDnYqNr7f1WuQupTRmQ31kFkeoa9s7pRI5nkLRTMDIsYcd6KDTR79bmY-daVwCpxjCUlNQ66V4YZQsWG7s0VQdOnQ2fTtN_os428PCq7PZ4r9jb/s320/data_blog.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366178769498159522&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Começando o dia de hoje, recebi notícias de impacto em relação às mudanças. Aquelas coisas que a gente sempre acha que está em um nível de estabilidade imensa e logo um vento muda toda a direção de tudo. Aqui na Bahia – Lícia Fábio não é mais sócia da Nil Pereira. Uma sociedade entre duas promoters de muito sucesso que por anos movimentou o jet set baiano. Depois soube de um amigo que se separou, está solteiro. Seria a última pessoa que eu pensaria em ver nesse estado civil. Enfim. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Ponto pra eles! Ousados! Não somente porque quiseram a mudança. Simplesmente porque nada pode nos criar mais força diante das situações, do que as mudanças. Ter contato com a diversidade que existe é o que nos faz pensar de uma forma mais ampla. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Vamos curtir as dores de uma mudança, de uma separação, de uma distância. Para que o papel dessas situações seja bem cumprido, depois levantemos e vamos seguir &lt;st1:personname productid=&quot;em frente. O&quot; st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;em  frente. O&lt;/st1:personname&gt; mundo está cheio de oportunidades para tudo, e elas sempre chegam nesses momentos em que nem queremos ver nada. E lá na frente, a gente sempre percebe que a mudança de cada dia é a coisa mais preciosa do nosso modo de vida. Até vale ler ‘Sêneca – Sobre a brevidade da vida’. Inspira. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Até mais ver.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/feeds/1320254346367385606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4551134377031094808/1320254346367385606' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/1320254346367385606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/1320254346367385606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/2009/08/mudancas-atemporais.html' title='Mudanças Atemporais'/><author><name>Tamyr Mota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222282612332242008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihQ5i1rAbRGrGyQGyslWciNRIe26Mw1sDnYqNr7f1WuQupTRmQ31kFkeoa9s7pRI5nkLRTMDIsYcd6KDTR79bmY-daVwCpxjCUlNQ66V4YZQsWG7s0VQdOnQ2fTtN_os428PCq7PZ4r9jb/s72-c/data_blog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551134377031094808.post-4904046630218614853</id><published>2009-08-03T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:19:30.513-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Editorial - Yes. I Came Back."/><title type='text'>Yes! I came back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_7tptnd__CCbhJAVE0ooCSepnNs6OPaFtp8-0Hf4fIbzgwBx-dH77NM3e5yE44It93wjLut-WmMrHpN3mz2gY72nyaGWPsKTtSlFt6T-5wr_qOUwcsUjP4rYnyD-FGw9-c_cI4qcwhlw/s1600-h/data_blog.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 71px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_7tptnd__CCbhJAVE0ooCSepnNs6OPaFtp8-0Hf4fIbzgwBx-dH77NM3e5yE44It93wjLut-WmMrHpN3mz2gY72nyaGWPsKTtSlFt6T-5wr_qOUwcsUjP4rYnyD-FGw9-c_cI4qcwhlw/s320/data_blog.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365788057806350434&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;E mais uma vez estou mais próximo do mundo da informação. Imensamente prazeroso voltar a escrever para vocês; meus internautas e leitores de tanto tempo; já se foi blog, site, coluna, colaborador... De tudo um pouco e de todo esse pouco, sempre um muito.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Volto a uma tendência em que eu mesmo fui um dos pioneiros, blog!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Por aqui eu trago notícias, comentários, novidades, curiosidades, conceitos, humor, seriedade, protestos e uma chuva de informação; em todos os seus aspectos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Estou mais antenado do que nunca – atrás e na frente de tudo que se faz sintonizado com o modo de vida do nosso meio. Muito ligado em tudo que há de novo; o que tanto me atrai. Tem tanta gente nova, fazendo algo de muita qualidade por aí. Lancemos nossos olhares sobre eles e elas. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Sejamos sim; cheios de estilo para escrever. Serei. Prazer e sofisticação; é tudo o que prometo diante do que for postado aqui. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Isso tudo pra vocês, por vocês e com vocês. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Sejam muitíssimo bem vindos ao Blog do Poder! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Tamyr Mota&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/feeds/4904046630218614853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4551134377031094808/4904046630218614853' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/4904046630218614853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4551134377031094808/posts/default/4904046630218614853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdopoder.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-mais-uma-vez-estou-novamente-mais.html' title='Yes! I came back.'/><author><name>Tamyr Mota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222282612332242008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_7tptnd__CCbhJAVE0ooCSepnNs6OPaFtp8-0Hf4fIbzgwBx-dH77NM3e5yE44It93wjLut-WmMrHpN3mz2gY72nyaGWPsKTtSlFt6T-5wr_qOUwcsUjP4rYnyD-FGw9-c_cI4qcwhlw/s72-c/data_blog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>