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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><title>CARTAS AO AVESSO</title><link>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/</link><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/CartasAoAvesso" /><description></description><language>en</language><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</managingEditor><lastBuildDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2012 07:56:54 PST</lastBuildDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">289</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><feedburner:info uri="cartasaoavesso" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><image><link>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com</link><url>http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/fb_pwrd.gif</url></image><item><title>As distrações</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/c7DTUD964zU/as-distracoes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 10:40:39 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-3514408881133835207</guid><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As distrações no caminho podem causar alívio da pressão quando olhamos para os desafios que temos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas elas podem servir também de motivo para se perder na floresta, e esquecer do alvo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menos tempo com coisas que os outros querem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais atenção aos seus sonhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menos TV, fofoca e sono&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais espaço para música, ioga e leitura...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Administrar o tempo também é ignorar distrações ...&lt;/em&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/8716171290492780191-3514408881133835207?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-26T10:40:39.967-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-distracoes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Literatura na passarela do samba</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/x8B4HE7RpTc/literatura-na-passarela-do-samba.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 09:10:12 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-2741710926294932401</guid><description>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Com uma ótima ideia de samba, no Rio de Janeiro, a Escola de Samba Acadêmicos do Salgueiro irá mostrar na passarela a evolução da literatura mundial com o tema Histórias Sem Fim.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Apesar de torcer para outra escola, reverencio a iniciativa!Esse desfile eu não perco!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Para quem se interessou, o Salgueiro é a quinta escola a desfilar no domingo (14/02).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S3GWujZGbZI/AAAAAAAAAv8/HdlFEoMKbkk/s1600-h/CIF%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="CIF" border="0" alt="CIF" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S3GW1LUq-tI/AAAAAAAAAwA/DLD7-Ljh8U0/CIF_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;SINOPSE : SALGUEIRO 2010&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;FONTE: &lt;a href="http://www.historiassemfim.com.br/EN2010.asp" target="_blank"&gt;SALGUEIRO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;HISTÓRIAS SEM FIM &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Dos diversos instrumentos do homem, o mais assombroso é, sem dúvida, o livro. Os demais são extensão do seu corpo... mas o livro é outra coisa, o livro é uma extensão da memória e da imaginação&amp;quot;      &lt;br /&gt;(Jorge Luís Borges)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.historiassemfim.com.br/UG.png" /&gt;m dia, Johannes Gutemberg sonhou que queria ser livre, que queria ser livro. Queria ser palavra escrita, mudar o rumo da História. Ser história. Inquieto e curioso, começou a transformar seu sonho em realidade na Alemanha do século XV, quando pressionou o último bloco de chumbo sobre o papel e colocou o ponto final em sua obra-prima: a Bíblia impressa.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Deem-me 26 cavalinhos de chumbo e eu conquistarei o mundo!&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Conquista pelas palavras e pelos livros, agora impressos a partir de seus inventos e criações. Ficavam para trás rudimentares papiros, tipos chineses, pergaminhos, códices e os inacessíveis manuscritos copiados à mão por monges medievais. Os tipos móveis sujos de tinta, que um dia fizeram parte de seus sonhos, imprimem páginas de um novo e importante capítulo. A primeira impressão, que ficou para a eternidade.     &lt;br /&gt;Estava aberto o portal para a divulgação de ideias e ideais que passaram a ser difundidos mundo afora. Senha para o início da era dos grandes livros, das maravilhosas Histórias Sem Fim!     &lt;br /&gt;Mãos e máquinas à obra! As páginas impressas resgatam o passado glorioso de impérios erguidos sob o signo da compaixão e da fúria de herois, mitos e deuses. Feitos épicos imortalizados em Epopeias que exaltam valores e virtudes de civilizações. As mesmas palavras edificadas às glórias humanas também descrevem o renascer de uma era, personificada na figura de um cavaleiro errante. Os moinhos de vento sopram os ares da esperança, guiando o homem a uma jornada espiritual rumo ao paraíso, por tortuosos caminhos...     &lt;br /&gt;... que conduzem o leitor às intrigas dos nobres encastelados e as revoluções da plebe nos poderosos reinos do velho mundo. Enredos de delírios de reis e rainhas, das tramas de um triângulo formado por donzelas, cavaleiros e cortesãs. É o tempo dos herois de capa e espada, dos duelos em nome do coração da bela dama. Abrem-se as páginas de um romântico jogo de olhares na cena de um vilão cínico. Ligações perigosas descritas com minúcia em textos que revelam juras secretas, pactos, ódios, romances proibidos, suspiros, promessas de amor eterno...     &lt;br /&gt;... que vão influenciar a literatura de um novo mundo, traduzida na face da fidalga portuguesa enamorada pelo nativo. Está consumado o enlace que forja o capítulo romântico de um Brasil miscigenado. Palavras que navegam sobre um mar de imagens poéticas, descrevendo a dramática travessia nos porões dos tumbeiros. Na embarcação, negros e negras que aqui aportam para transformar e fortalecer as raízes de uma nação. A cada obra, a crônica de um país que abriga a saga dos herois mestiços, do Rio de Janeiro de tantos tipos urbanos e suburbanos, dos homens e mulheres da Bahia de São Salvador, dos valentes desbravadores de um sertão fértil de sonhos...     &lt;br /&gt;... e devaneios literários evocados por palavras mágicas, adormecidas à sombra do livro da saudade: “Pirlimpimpim”, “Abre-te-Sésamo”, “Abracadabra!”. Num piscar de olhos, voamos ao tempo do “Era uma Vez... Uma outra vez!”. Adentramos o portal da fantasia. Aqui, a imaginação é a máquina veloz que nos leva a qualquer tempo, a qualquer lugar! Vamos botar o mundo de pernas pro ar em busca da trilha dos contos fantásticos e lá encontrar a cidade dos sonhos, o país das maravilhas, o universo das fábulas inesquecíveis. Veja: bonecos ganham vida... Ouça: a canção do heroi favorito... Sinta: o pulsar da felicidade inocente nas histórias contadas pela avó... Quitutes de palavras que trazem cheiros e sabores da infância, escritas para sempre no coração. É a chave para despertar a criança que nunca deixou de existir em cada um de nós na grande aventura de brincar de viver em...     &lt;br /&gt;... um instante: siga o conselho e tome fôlego antes de prosseguir. Pronto? Lá vamos nós. Aqui começa nossa viagem pelo mundo da aventura e do suspense, com personagens e ações se sucedendo num ritmo alucinante para desvendar o intrigante enigma, encontrar o caminho para outras dimensões onde habitam monstros, bruxos e seres sobrenaturais transportados de tempos e espaços imaginários, guiados por engenhosas palavras que nos fazem prender a respiração e, num só fôlego, acompanhar todo o mistério que envolve a trama do primeiro ao último instante, conduzidos por pistas falsas, ciladas, tramas cruzadas, perigos, vilões acuados, quebra-cabeças de peças incompletas, fragmentos que aguçam a curiosidade num ritmo cada vez mais frenético, até que surge... ufa!     &lt;br /&gt;A reviravolta.     &lt;br /&gt;O desfecho.     &lt;br /&gt;A revelação.     &lt;br /&gt;“Como é que não pensei nisso antes?” A verdade estava diante dos nossos olhos...     &lt;br /&gt;... que avançam no tempo e leem um futuro escrito pelas tintas da incerteza. Ao perder o domínio sobre as máquinas que inventou, o homem vira refém da própria criação. São abertas as páginas das ficções revelando um planeta vigiado por olhos eletrônicos, a serviço do grande Deus-Máquina que zela por nós. Cérebros artificiais altamente avançados, capazes de viajar pelo universo e simular uma realidade tomada pelo caos num cenário futurista. Estaríamos diante do último capítulo dessa nova Odisseia? O futuro dirá...     &lt;br /&gt;... que é hora de abrir um novo capítulo, escrever sobre a página em branco a história que escolhermos. Recriar a própria biografia, desvendar no grande livro da vida o segredo da felicidade, do equilíbrio e da paz. Os ensinamentos da Filosofia que nos apontam os caminhos da sabedoria, das bem ou mal traçadas linhas escritas no livro místico do destino. Nascerá, enfim, a obra imortal onde haverá sempre um novo capítulo, uma nova edição. Um enredo infinito, recontado e ampliado cada vez que alguém folhear as páginas de tantas Histórias Sem...     &lt;br /&gt;... Fim... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716171290492780191-2741710926294932401?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-09T09:10:12.763-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S3GW1LUq-tI/AAAAAAAAAwA/DLD7-Ljh8U0/s72-c/CIF_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2010/02/literatura-na-passarela-do-samba.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Anne Geddes : livro novo</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/r5Sr19wZfiU/anne-geddes-livro-novo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 05:41:28 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-679485039923686357</guid><description>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A famosa fotógrafa australiana Anne Geddes está com livro novo. Ela já vendeu milhões com suas imagens de bebês com várias fantasias.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;E agora, nesse livro chamado SEJA DELICADO COM OS PEQUENOS, ela fotografou os pequeninos envolvidos em flores.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S3K3hPBo-MI/AAAAAAAAAwE/RwLJW6N4e5E/s1600-h/anne%20guedes%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="anne guedes" border="0" alt="anne guedes" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S3K3h0ghkQI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Q8Q5qZBz61U/anne%20guedes_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="228" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716171290492780191-679485039923686357?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-10T05:41:28.168-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S3K3h0ghkQI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Q8Q5qZBz61U/s72-c/anne%20guedes_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2010/02/anne-geddes-livro-novo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Exposição Drummond</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/G7wTb6kHOGo/exposicao-drummond.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 05:29:09 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-756770109429282403</guid><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443285590288660818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S4pvZ5QoeVI/AAAAAAAAAwU/d5Za5qtlIKA/s320/drummond-003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S4psFcijuHI/AAAAAAAAAwM/IsIG7hYAVPg/s1600-h/DSC02932.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443281940446951538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S4psFcijuHI/AAAAAAAAAwM/IsIG7hYAVPg/s320/DSC02932.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; No Shopping Criciúma está em exposição 16 obras do artista plástico Fernando Lindote, que tem como tema o poeta Carlos Drummond de Andrade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como considero este meu escritor nº1, fui conferir a mostra que é uma iniciativa do SESC/SC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem esteve lá nos primeiros dias, pode ainda ganhar um livro da Coleção de Autoria do SESC,da qual também faço parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716171290492780191-756770109429282403?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-28T05:29:09.005-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S4pvZ5QoeVI/AAAAAAAAAwU/d5Za5qtlIKA/s72-c/drummond-003.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2010/02/exposicao-drummond.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Morte de Glauco Villas Boas :(</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/5K_9eB2hj90/morte-de-glauco-villas-boas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 10:36:38 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-2856173745858849902</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S5qIFU2EN2I/AAAAAAAAAwc/z1FcG-JOxo4/s1600-h/get.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S5qIFU2EN2I/AAAAAAAAAwc/z1FcG-JOxo4/s320/get.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A última tirinha do cartunista Glauco Villas Boas trata sobre violência. Glauco e seu filho Raoni (25 anos) foram assassinatos na última madrugada. LAMENTÁVEL PERDA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suas criações mais famosas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://noticias.terra.com.br/brasil/noticias/0,,OI4316111-EI5030,00-Relembre+personagens+criados+por+Glauco+Geraldao+marcou+epoca.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Site TERRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Casal Neuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Outra tirinha de sucesso de Glauco é o Casal Neuras. Criado em 1984, o casal é baseado no primeiro casamento do cartunista. Os personagens são "uma mulher que não é mais submissa e por um homem com pose de liberal, mas que morre de ciúmes dela". O site oficial afirma que o casal foi a forma do autor exorcizar o fantasma do machismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dona Marta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Educada à maneira antiga, Dona Marta, ao ver que não arrumaria namorado, "passou para o ataque". Criada em 1981, junto com Geraldão, a personagem não importa quem seja, mas ataca o chefe, o entregador, ou quem estiver passando. O site do cartunista afirma que a personagem é baseada em uma amiga de Glauco que "até hoje, não sabe que virou desenho".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Zé do Apocalipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;O site de Glauco descreve Zé como o "profeta brasileiro", que acredita que o Brasil é "o berço de uma nova raça, a terra do novo milênio" e fica difundindo suas ideias em praça pública. O personagem é baseado em um amigo do cartunista que vive em uma comunidade alternativa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Doy Jorge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;O personagem é inspirado na noite paulistana e uma crítica ao consumo de cocaína: o personagem é um roqueiro malsucedido que usa drogas pesadas. Pelo conteúdo pesado, Doy Jorge estreou nos anos 80 nas revistas de Glauco e depois passou à Folha.&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/8716171290492780191-2856173745858849902?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-12T10:36:38.932-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S5qIFU2EN2I/AAAAAAAAAwc/z1FcG-JOxo4/s72-c/get.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2010/03/morte-de-glauco-villas-boas.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Gratidão</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/oU0dWsEhUvU/gratidao.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2010 11:43:57 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-9001137119264739166</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S7JE_u6c3GI/AAAAAAAAAw4/JoXPkLrxDjE/s1600/351605083_84b88a26d6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S7JE_u6c3GI/AAAAAAAAAw4/JoXPkLrxDjE/s320/351605083_84b88a26d6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Ganhei um presente de Deus !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais que palavras &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Marcos Witt)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero expressar minha gratidão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a ti que me tens dado tudo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uma oração não bastaria &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nem o tempo de toda uma vida &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É mais que palavras, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e é mais que uma canção &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero viver agradecido &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;em tudo o que sou &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que haja sempre a paixão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de amar-te com minha vida inteira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque é mais que palavras, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e é mais que uma canção &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716171290492780191-9001137119264739166?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-30T11:43:57.510-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S7JE_u6c3GI/AAAAAAAAAw4/JoXPkLrxDjE/s72-c/351605083_84b88a26d6.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2010/03/gratidao.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>LOST</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/LPNYmyYHBz8/lost.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2010 12:23:59 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-6598332405254309238</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S9stsHdamHI/AAAAAAAAAxA/E7WCOOoKfs8/s1600/lost.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S9stsHdamHI/AAAAAAAAAxA/E7WCOOoKfs8/s320/lost.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Para os fãs da série como eu :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fãs de ‘Lost’ se reúnem em São Paulo para debater final da série&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;FONTE:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://g1.globo.com/pop-arte/noticia/2010/04/fas-de-lost-se-reunem-em-sao-paulo-para-debater-final-da-serie.html"&gt;GLOBO.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Será a terceira, e última edição do evento batizado como ‘Dharma day’, que também aconteceu na cidade nos últimos dois anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os organizadores prometem convidar blogueiros e integrantes de grupos de discussão da série na internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;“Por ser o fim da serie, os mistérios mais pertinentes terão sido esclarecidos, ou não ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;mas os que forem vão ser debatidos, saber o que o pessoal gostou, o que mudaria, etc. Além disso, queremos falar do que ‘Lost’ trouxe para a TV mundial e cultura pop em geral”, explica ao G1 Fábio Hofnik, um dos organizadores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A 6ª e última temporada de "Lost" é exibida no Brasil pelo canal fechado AXN. A transmissão do último episódio irá ao ar em 25 de maio, dois dias depois da exibição americana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Saiba mais informações do evento abaixo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dharma day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando: 30 de maio, a partir das 14h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Onde: Livraria da Vila - Shopping Cidade Jardim - São Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quanto: Entrada livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Informações: www.dharmaday.com&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/8716171290492780191-6598332405254309238?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-30T12:23:59.766-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S9stsHdamHI/AAAAAAAAAxA/E7WCOOoKfs8/s72-c/lost.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2010/04/lost.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Acontece em Criciúma DIA 27/05 QUINTA-FEIRA</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/3aD0XkW7r4Q/acontece-em-criciuma-dia-2705-quinta.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2010 05:27:23 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-6335826988636915666</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S_5kk4PLxWI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Ql8s0GWLMWE/s1600/OgAAAEn-B5qFjANPYInF5xoZRP5gF5IX9C2_5NHuxejrk8jBDi9QqCskfugKzKTO0nE-7zYLgt5N6z4wWxiAFym4kt8Am1T1UNwZ0xift4Hs-trnfY-tdK54wSOi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S_5kk4PLxWI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Ql8s0GWLMWE/s320/OgAAAEn-B5qFjANPYInF5xoZRP5gF5IX9C2_5NHuxejrk8jBDi9QqCskfugKzKTO0nE-7zYLgt5N6z4wWxiAFym4kt8Am1T1UNwZ0xift4Hs-trnfY-tdK54wSOi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Projeto Leituras Públicas com Grupo Priscila Leonor Espaço de Arte (Criciúma/SC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Declamação e interpretação de textos extraídos da Coleção Cadernos de Autorias (Livro dos Começos e Lápis de Vento), publicados pelo SESC Santa Catarina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acontece: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;27/05/2010 - quinta-feira - das 20:00 às 21:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Local: Teatro SESC Criciúma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ENTRADA GRATUITA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716171290492780191-6335826988636915666?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-27T05:27:23.253-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S_5kk4PLxWI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Ql8s0GWLMWE/s72-c/OgAAAEn-B5qFjANPYInF5xoZRP5gF5IX9C2_5NHuxejrk8jBDi9QqCskfugKzKTO0nE-7zYLgt5N6z4wWxiAFym4kt8Am1T1UNwZ0xift4Hs-trnfY-tdK54wSOi.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2010/05/acontece-em-criciuma-dia-2705-quinta.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Coleção clássicos da literatura</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/y3LskGpH2kc/colecao-classicos-da-literatura.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 06:35:49 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-407903399069782204</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S__CoeGJYvI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ZD5EDbCsxSs/s1600/g104121_new_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S__CoeGJYvI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ZD5EDbCsxSs/s320/g104121_new_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A Editora Abril lançou recentemente a Coleção Clássicos, que é formada por 35 obras da literatura mundial. Todos ótimos livros!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A compra pode ser feita pelo site da Editora Abril &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comprecolecoesabril.com.br/detalhes.asp?Produto=104121&amp;amp;id_campanha=105"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;EDITORA ABRIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O valor informado no site para a coleção é de R$ 430,00 para compra de todos os volumes, e de R$ 14,90 para volumes avulsos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Para admiradores da literatura, mesmo que não optem em comprar todos os livros, vai aí uma lista de boas leituras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Clássicos Abril Coleções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Crime e Castigo I - Vol. 01 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Crime e Castigo II - Vol. 02 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Madame Bovary - Vol. 03 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O Retrato de Dorian Gray - Vol. 04 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Memórias Póstumas de Brás Cubas - Vol. 05 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A Divina Comédia - Vol. 06 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Os Sofrimentos do Jovem Werther - Vol. 07 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O Engenhoso Fidalgo D. Quixote I - Vol. 08 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O Engenhoso Fidalgo D. Quixote II - Vol. 09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hamlet, Rei Lear e MacBeth - Vol. 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ilusões Perdidas I - Vol. 11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ilusões Perdidas II - Vol. 12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Orgulho e Preconceito - Vol. 13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O primo Basílio - Vol. 14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Moby Dick I - Volume 15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Moby Dick II - Vol. 16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O falecido Mattia Pascal - Vol. 17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O homem que queria ser rei e outras histórias - Vol. 18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Os Lusíadas - Vol. 19 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A Metamorfose - Vol. 20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Outra volta do parafuso - Vol. 21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O assassinato e outras histórias - Vol. 22 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O morro dos ventos uivantes - Vol. 23 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mensagem - Vol. 24 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Coração das trevas - Vol. 25 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O vermelho e o negro - Vol. 26 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cândido - Vol. 27 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Os Malavoglia - Vol. 28 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Os Sertões I - Vol. 29 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Os Sertões II - Vol. 30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Contos de amor, de loucura e de morte - Vol. 31 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Infância - Vol. 32 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Grandes Esperanças - Vol. 33 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No caminho de Swann - Vol. 34 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Odisséia - Vol. 35&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716171290492780191-407903399069782204?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-28T06:35:49.810-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/S__CoeGJYvI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ZD5EDbCsxSs/s72-c/g104121_new_a.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2010/05/colecao-classicos-da-literatura.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Proteste &gt;&gt;&gt; Reportagem do CQC sobre biblioteca em SP</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/LI04WZCkCAI/proteste-reportagem-do-cqc-sobre.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 07:09:01 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-655746275293726578</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://videos.band.com.br/v_60339_proteste_ja_usp_sem_biblioteca.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;PROTESTE JÁ - Vídeo do CQC - Rede Bandeirantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Para todos aqueles que se preocupam com a educação, com a importância da leitura, da pesquisa irão ficar surtados, como eu, ao ver esse vídeo sobre a Biblioteca da Universidade de Direito de SP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É de se revoltar com a situação!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716171290492780191-655746275293726578?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-01T07:09:01.938-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2010/06/proteste-reportagem-do-cqc-sobre.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Assim ó</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/3Zd_16i0b1Q/assim-o.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2010 10:13:48 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-6395138535886511371</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TA_K51LRHXI/AAAAAAAAAxY/q6rIk_TLMhU/s1600/monica_fernandez_img_04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TA_K51LRHXI/AAAAAAAAAxY/q6rIk_TLMhU/s320/monica_fernandez_img_04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Assim ó:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sempre gostei dessas figurinhas, e de desenhos bonitinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E dessa gente que faz arte.. e é latino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não o cantorzinho de bigode que não tem mais bigode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Shakira é colombiana, Borges é Argentino, Neruda é chileno e mais, muito mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Essa ilustração é de Monica Fernandez, e está no site Ilustradores Colombianos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Assim ó... eu gosto dessas coisas de arte&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/8716171290492780191-6395138535886511371?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-09T10:13:48.964-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TA_K51LRHXI/AAAAAAAAAxY/q6rIk_TLMhU/s72-c/monica_fernandez_img_04.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2010/06/assim-o.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Arte em Livros - Artista Mike Stilkey</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/QB7xMDS1iAc/arte-em-livros-artista-mike-stilkey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jun 2010 10:34:23 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-8515414072922151018</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TBEg0Mqw-wI/AAAAAAAAAyI/GOS-_6XIMrs/s1600/All+We%27re+Meant+to+Be.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TBEg0Mqw-wI/AAAAAAAAAyI/GOS-_6XIMrs/s320/All+We%27re+Meant+to+Be.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TBEgld7sgpI/AAAAAAAAAx4/BTngowuGpQ4/s1600/Elephant+Relaxing.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TBEgld7sgpI/AAAAAAAAAx4/BTngowuGpQ4/s320/Elephant+Relaxing.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TBEgvQVQdFI/AAAAAAAAAyA/hJ93w0vIJtI/s1600/An+Occasion+of+Wonder.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TBEgvQVQdFI/AAAAAAAAAyA/hJ93w0vIJtI/s320/An+Occasion+of+Wonder.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Imagens autorizadas pelo artista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;FONTE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mikestilkey.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;http://www.mikestilkey.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716171290492780191-8515414072922151018?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-10T10:34:23.409-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TBEg0Mqw-wI/AAAAAAAAAyI/GOS-_6XIMrs/s72-c/All+We%27re+Meant+to+Be.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2010/06/arte-em-livros-artista-mike-stilkey.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Em choque: Falecimento de José Saramago</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/_XudN_NhiBk/em-choque-falecimento-de-jose-saramago.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2010 06:00:14 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-4259876606981321134</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TBttcT-kyZI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/tpVw5wPwJGs/s1600/getCAWN2NA2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TBttcT-kyZI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/tpVw5wPwJGs/s320/getCAWN2NA2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://diversao.terra.com.br/gente/noticias/0,,OI4504165-EI13419,00-Morre+o+escritor+portugues+Jose+Saramago+aos+anos.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Morreu nesta sexta-feira (18) o escritor português e prêmio Nobel de literatura José Saramago, aos 87 anos, em sua casa, na cidade de Tías, Lanzarote, Espanha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;José Saramago havia tido uma noite tranquila e a morte ocorreu por volta das 8h desta sexta-feira, após tomar seu café da manhã ao lado da mulher, a tradutora Pilar del Río. Eles estavam conversando quando o escritor começou a sentir-se mal e logo depois faleceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;José de Sousa Saramago nasceu na aldeia portuguesa de Azinhaga, província de Ribatejo, no dia 16 de novembro de 1922, embora no registro oficial conste o dia 18. Filho dos camponeses sem terra José de Sousa e Maria da Piedade, mudou-se para Lisboa aos 2 anos, onde viveu grande parte de sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;_______________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Estou sem palavras: em choque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716171290492780191-4259876606981321134?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-18T06:00:14.965-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TBttcT-kyZI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/tpVw5wPwJGs/s72-c/getCAWN2NA2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2010/06/em-choque-falecimento-de-jose-saramago.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Receita para o inverno</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/_FuCQ1QZZKQ/receita-para-o-inverno.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 05:36:18 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-4789227173741770646</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TCCtVttd3uI/AAAAAAAAAyo/1U73sBlXR6Y/s1600/FRIO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TCCtVttd3uI/AAAAAAAAAyo/1U73sBlXR6Y/s320/FRIO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Criciúma, dia 22 de junho de 2010. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Está fazendo um frio de estremecer aqui no sul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RECEITA :&lt;/strong&gt; Se puder,&amp;nbsp;enrole-se em um cobertor bem quentinho, com chocolate quente e guloseimas por perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Se não tiver sono, deixe um bom livro por perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Era tudo que eu queria !!&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/8716171290492780191-4789227173741770646?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-22T05:36:18.839-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TCCtVttd3uI/AAAAAAAAAyo/1U73sBlXR6Y/s72-c/FRIO.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2010/06/receita-para-o-inverno.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Originalidade na escrita</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/qzIIL2wO5AI/originalidade-na-escrita.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jun 2010 07:24:14 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-7100605448911157838</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho tanta facilidade em copiar o que os outros dizem, que originalidade no tempo em que vivo parece não ser algo muito requisitado. Tem Google, Wikipedia, Modelo do Word e por aí vai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Originalidade na escrita para mim não parte de origem. Parece impossível escrever sem ter raízes em escritores lidos. Mas é como uma flecha contra a produção cômoda e rápida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Originalidade para meus olhos é uma cirurgia minuciosa, um trabalho bem feito, detalhadamente elaborado. Por isso que não acredito muito em escritores que publicam livros a cada seis meses. É uma opinião que vai bater de frente com a lista dos mais vendidos, e é chata de ser defendida, pois ninguém abre mão de suas leituras prediletas, but... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É certo que as produções dos bons escritores são uma linha crescente, que aponta para a maturidade,e não quer dizer que as primeiras publicações sejam ruins. Eles parecem que vão delineando suas obras até explodir com um bestseller, e a partir daí o leitor percebe que a originalidade sempre esteve na sua produção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Mas, sabe nem quero dar muitas explicações. Eu simplesmente estou deletando cópias e buscando meus preceitos, porque se todos forem iguais, perdemos nossa identidade. Campanha Seja Original, rsrs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Escolhi essa imagem para ilustrar esse post... Está entendido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TCIYSr5yUWI/AAAAAAAAAyw/s1nooyaxd54/s1600/86805004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TCIYSr5yUWI/AAAAAAAAAyw/s1nooyaxd54/s320/86805004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716171290492780191-7100605448911157838?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-23T07:24:14.762-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TCIYSr5yUWI/AAAAAAAAAyw/s1nooyaxd54/s72-c/86805004.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2010/06/originalidade-na-escrita.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Criatividade em imagens</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/qI0sWDhKlvE/criatividade-em-imagens.html</link><category>curiosidades</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jun 2010 10:41:05 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-6726952521322935516</guid><description>&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que calendário Pirelli, que nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A agência Butter&amp;nbsp;escolheu para a fabricante japonesa de monitores médicos Eizo,&amp;nbsp;modelos bem originais para as novas páginas de um calendário no mínimo curioso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TCOX8XTUyeI/AAAAAAAAAy4/SYX3EXlNXOw/s1600/getCAYVSQS7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TCOX8XTUyeI/AAAAAAAAAy4/SYX3EXlNXOw/s320/getCAYVSQS7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Foto: BUTTER/ Agentur für Werbung GmbH /BBC Brasil&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/8716171290492780191-6726952521322935516?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-24T10:41:05.476-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TCOX8XTUyeI/AAAAAAAAAy4/SYX3EXlNXOw/s72-c/getCAYVSQS7.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2010/06/criatividade-em-imagens.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>LOST Especial</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/6Zp_l9Fc4i0/lost-especial.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jun 2010 10:09:17 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-8529390262100433610</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TCThppmYnFI/AAAAAAAAAzA/aVYiVuvLiys/s1600/lost-logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TCThppmYnFI/AAAAAAAAAzA/aVYiVuvLiys/s320/lost-logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Para quem me conhece, sabe o quanto sou fãzona de LOST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Então, nesse mês de junho,&amp;nbsp;fiquei muito feliz&amp;nbsp;por escrever&amp;nbsp;uma produção especial sobre o fim da série para a revista cultural OLHAR ALTERNATIVO, da qual sou colunista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Para minha sorte a matéria virou tema de capa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Então, curta aí:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olharalternativo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;www.olharalternativo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É necessário cadastro para acessar a revista em PDF&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/8716171290492780191-8529390262100433610?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-25T10:09:17.418-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TCThppmYnFI/AAAAAAAAAzA/aVYiVuvLiys/s72-c/lost-logo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2010/06/lost-especial.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>A existência de Deus em minha vida : ANITA</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/7iCsPLdn8KE/existencia-de-deus-em-minha-vida-anita.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Aug 2010 07:10:11 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-4775441620251261838</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/THUjfddMtHI/AAAAAAAAAzI/hdosPg7nWGY/s1600/Imagem+(9).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/THUjfddMtHI/AAAAAAAAAzI/hdosPg7nWGY/s400/Imagem+(9).jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Esse é meu mais novo tesouro: &lt;strong&gt;ANITA VIEIRA VERDIERI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Seus chutes e brincadeiras dentro da minha barriga me mostram como a vida é linda !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716171290492780191-4775441620251261838?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-25T07:10:11.478-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/THUjfddMtHI/AAAAAAAAAzI/hdosPg7nWGY/s72-c/Imagem+(9).jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2010/08/existencia-de-deus-em-minha-vida-anita.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Anjo lindo</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/KJ3_x7lPycQ/anjo-lindo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Sat, 06 Nov 2010 11:44:15 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-3372447531025249503</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TNWg5o1jphI/AAAAAAAAAzY/yFmdCW53lwI/s1600/DSC03222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TNWg5o1jphI/AAAAAAAAAzY/yFmdCW53lwI/s320/DSC03222.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nasceu a Anita no dia 19 de outubro de 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Amor eterno !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716171290492780191-3372447531025249503?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-06T11:44:15.292-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRs1k_b5LS4/TNWg5o1jphI/AAAAAAAAAzY/yFmdCW53lwI/s72-c/DSC03222.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2010/11/anjo-lindo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title></title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/K84mml6fmr0/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2011 06:50:57 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-1848945794047051083</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hM6WdWUXwks/TXo2w-hZSAI/AAAAAAAAAzk/q9LucR3t9g0/s1600/dormindo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hM6WdWUXwks/TXo2w-hZSAI/AAAAAAAAAzk/q9LucR3t9g0/s320/dormindo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716171290492780191-1848945794047051083?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-11T06:50:57.849-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hM6WdWUXwks/TXo2w-hZSAI/AAAAAAAAAzk/q9LucR3t9g0/s72-c/dormindo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Lembranças da infância</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/RDWScTsvCcQ/lembrancas-da-infancia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Fri, 06 May 2011 06:34:25 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-4037106253482293903</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VD-0Va4qGoM/TcP0mUcLrXI/AAAAAAAAAzw/wVQ3yy9Y0Ec/s1600/Topo%252520Gigio%252520no%252520Brasil%252520-%252520LP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VD-0Va4qGoM/TcP0mUcLrXI/AAAAAAAAAzw/wVQ3yy9Y0Ec/s1600/Topo%252520Gigio%252520no%252520Brasil%252520-%252520LP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hoje tive uma agradável surpresa: encontrei na internet as músicas do disco do Topo Gigio no Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tenho ele em LP em algum cantinho de casa, mas hoje pude relembrar algumas musiquinhas que cantava quando era pequena: Boa noite queridos topinhos, Eu sou o Topo Gigio.&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/8716171290492780191-4037106253482293903?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-06T06:34:25.156-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VD-0Va4qGoM/TcP0mUcLrXI/AAAAAAAAAzw/wVQ3yy9Y0Ec/s72-c/Topo%252520Gigio%252520no%252520Brasil%252520-%252520LP.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2011/05/lembrancas-da-infancia.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Premiação - Boas notícias</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/0pYnDm2xtYs/premiacao-boas-noticias.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Thu, 26 May 2011 04:09:54 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-3820912671425429137</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYFqjvjUBq0/Td4z5UehMaI/AAAAAAAAAz0/SS1dW24VkNw/s1600/Cartas_ao_Avesso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYFqjvjUBq0/Td4z5UehMaI/AAAAAAAAAz0/SS1dW24VkNw/s320/Cartas_ao_Avesso.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje quando abri meus emails tive uma linda surpresa: a premiação de meu blog por valorização da cultura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Realmente não esperava, pois apesar de meus esforços em postar a respeito de literatura, livros e referências culturais, ultimamente estou quase em "off" do blog por conta da maternidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Confesso que esse prêmio me animou a voltar a postar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Obrigada ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Premiação de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://interfacesculturais.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Interfaces Culturais&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716171290492780191-3820912671425429137?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-26T04:09:54.984-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYFqjvjUBq0/Td4z5UehMaI/AAAAAAAAAz0/SS1dW24VkNw/s72-c/Cartas_ao_Avesso.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2011/05/premiacao-boas-noticias.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Leveza e alegria: Música Oração, da Banda Mais Bonita da Cidade</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/aubPfTP3Q6s/leveza-e-alegria-musica-oracao-da-banda.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Thu, 26 May 2011 04:30:12 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-1267520923947874707</guid><description>Veja e alegre o seu coração nesse dia:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/QW0i1U4u0KE/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QW0i1U4u0KE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QW0i1U4u0KE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/QW0i1U4u0KE"&gt;Música Oração, da Banda Mais Bonita da Cidade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716171290492780191-1267520923947874707?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-26T04:30:12.704-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2011/05/leveza-e-alegria-musica-oracao-da-banda.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Tal mãe, tal filha</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/i6EZ2v_mEiI/tal-mae-tal-filha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Thu, 08 Sep 2011 10:11:49 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-8407275952510090617</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZFsM_ZZFK4/Tmj1O6dd-OI/AAAAAAAAAz8/4SQV9vytvCY/s1600/Foto0195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZFsM_ZZFK4/Tmj1O6dd-OI/AAAAAAAAAz8/4SQV9vytvCY/s320/Foto0195.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Anita já adora livros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8716171290492780191-8407275952510090617?l=cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-08T10:11:49.741-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZFsM_ZZFK4/Tmj1O6dd-OI/AAAAAAAAAz8/4SQV9vytvCY/s72-c/Foto0195.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cartasaoavesso.blogspot.com/2011/09/tal-mae-tal-filha.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title></title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CartasAoAvesso/~3/d6zh33MgoXY/um-dia-para-chorar-qualquer-dia-desses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beatriz Vieira)</author><pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 12:03:23 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716171290492780191.post-4426906384798113184</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RWcyjjgbmd4/TneRg7t3-VI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Kj0LFCjrNBQ/s1600/choro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RWcyjjgbmd4/TneRg7t3-VI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Kj0LFCjrNBQ/s1600/choro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia para chorar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Qualquer dia desses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A gente chora e sem muitas explicações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;E desaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Por tudo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pelas ausências, dos que morreram e dos que silenciaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pela revolta, pelo horror da injustiça e pela raiva dos invejosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Por projetos inacabados, pelo sonho destruído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Por causa das quinquilharias que perdemos nas viagens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ou pela viagem que nunca fizemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Por lembranças boas da infância, ou ainda pela falta dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A gente chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Porque errou, se enganou, esqueceu, ignorou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A gente chora porque dói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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