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Não seria uma má idéia ficar em casa.- Mais um feriadão, o do Carnaval e lá vem a fila de carros, coisa mais divertida de se ver do que se pode imaginar. -Agora de tarde, sol quente, caminho pelo asfalto, afinal o caminho é regular, melhor do que trilhas que incomodam com barrancos para todo lado. Além disso o calor que o </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/4003327147663395027/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2012/02/d33-caminhada.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/4003327147663395027?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/4003327147663395027?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2012/02/d33-caminhada.html" title="D33 Caminhada" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Jz3V86GaDw/T0AmC0pk0YI/AAAAAAAAAtk/bZabBdmM_KA/s72-c/d33_1_carros-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcDSH87cCp7ImA9WhRaE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-3488029179415878068</id><published>2012-02-15T11:22:00.013-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T23:01:19.108-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-15T23:01:19.108-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Acontecimentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diversos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humor" /><title>D32 Cachorro inútil</title><summary>E depois de tudo, ele fica só olhando...Levantei hoje decidido a dar cabo do último toco de árvore que havia ficado no quintal. Eu já tinha arrancado seis outros tocos e paguei meus pecados com a força que tive que fazer. Com a chegada de mais chuvas o quintal virou um lamaçal. Então fui preparar mais ferramentas e esperei os dias chuvosos passarem.-No quintal, o toco que havia sobrado, tal qual </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/3488029179415878068/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2012/02/d32-cachorro-inutil.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/3488029179415878068?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/3488029179415878068?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2012/02/d32-cachorro-inutil.html" title="D32 Cachorro inútil" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wEbjsZVa3YI/TzuyqXaq7uI/AAAAAAAAAs0/54-m3HqFdBQ/s72-c/d32_1_toco-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUBRnY7eCp7ImA9WhRbFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-753919357099226174</id><published>2012-02-05T19:51:00.013-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T23:14:17.800-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-06T23:14:17.800-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Acontecimentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diversos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humor" /><title>D31 Eu não acredito e ele não gosta de mim</title><summary>Apesar de não existir, ele não gosta de mim, ao menos por hoje...Sou ateu. Mas parece que Deus, apesar de não existir, ao que tudo indica não gosta de mim. Ou pelo menos hoje não. Parece que assim que acordou, foi espreguiçar-se na janela do Céu e deu de cara comigo andando aqui embaixo na Terra e não ficou propriamente feliz comigo, sabe-se lá porque. Seja lá como for tive uma dura luta </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/753919357099226174/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2012/02/d31-eu-nao-acredito-e-ele-nao-gosta-de.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/753919357099226174?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/753919357099226174?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2012/02/d31-eu-nao-acredito-e-ele-nao-gosta-de.html" title="D31 Eu não acredito e ele não gosta de mim" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2myxDdHNzig/Ty8A7ZINf3I/AAAAAAAAAr4/QnW5kifNJFM/s72-c/d31_1_padaria-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMBQnczcCp7ImA9WhRbFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-7604182520901438798</id><published>2012-01-27T22:00:00.012-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T23:17:33.988-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-06T23:17:33.988-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Acontecimentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sociedade" /><title>D30 Que coisa horrível</title><summary>Querer ficar assim é o fim...Causou rebuliço nesta semana o que aconteceu numa pizzaria paulistana, quando o (ou a?) cartunista do jornal Folha de São Paulo, por enquanto ainda chamado de Laerte Coutinho foi barrado ao tentar entrar no banheiro reservado para mulheres.-Laerte que há três anos se veste de mulher foi reconhecido pela filha pequena de uma senhora que estava no banheiro, terminou não</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/7604182520901438798/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2012/01/d30-que-coisa-horrivel.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/7604182520901438798?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/7604182520901438798?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2012/01/d30-que-coisa-horrivel.html" title="D30 Que coisa horrível" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s6FSyjy5jgE/TyM7kQKM_UI/AAAAAAAAAq8/1az0Tinfywg/s72-c/d30_1_laerte-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04DQXY4eSp7ImA9WhRUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-1681041619029497258</id><published>2012-01-20T13:56:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T14:12:50.831-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-20T14:12:50.831-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Acontecimentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memórias" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diversos" /><title>D29 Sabotagem</title><summary>Até onde posso ver...ou comer...-Comecei a cozinhar há um bom tempo atrás. Tentava dar sabor para minha comida com água, vinagre e um pouco de molho em pacote, uma mistura que eu esquentava com a idéia de que não ia dar certo. Além de não dar certo, eu olhava para o arroz e me perguntava porque, afinal de contas, aquilo parecia mais massa de moldar do que arroz?-Só passando por isso é que você </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/1681041619029497258/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2012/01/d29-sabotagem.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/1681041619029497258?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/1681041619029497258?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2012/01/d29-sabotagem.html" title="D29 Sabotagem" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9EyFO_RFVE/TxmPAX5q5zI/AAAAAAAAAqw/P3MPaE-Pf48/s72-c/d29_1_molho-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQARn84fyp7ImA9WhRVFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-1005899658603749692</id><published>2012-01-12T21:54:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T18:52:27.137-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-14T18:52:27.137-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Acontecimentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diversos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humor" /><title>D28 Palavras para a posteridade</title><summary>Depoimentos que lembraremos sempre...-Em depoimentos que com certeza farão muito pelo destino dos povos, Monique Evans e sua filha Bárbara Evans deixaram revelados para a posteridade seus pensamentos nos jornais.-Bárbara que segue os mesmos passos da mãe, posou para a revista "Playboy" em recente ensaio fotográfico, coisa que sua mãe fez e refez em mais de uma revista masculina ao longo da </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/1005899658603749692/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2012/01/d28-palavras-para-posteridade.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/1005899658603749692?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/1005899658603749692?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2012/01/d28-palavras-para-posteridade.html" title="D28 Palavras para a posteridade" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i5TzYvuG3fc/Tw90urwz8YI/AAAAAAAAAqM/OlwvxxD6Ikc/s72-c/d28_1_barbara-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04CQnk7fyp7ImA9WhRWFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-1332403568226673205</id><published>2012-01-01T11:36:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T12:59:23.707-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-01T12:59:23.707-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Religião" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflexões" /><title>L08 Os que menos acreditam</title><summary>Missa diária sem paciência...A discordância entre padres católicos e monges cristãos ortodoxos que cuidam da Igreja da Natividade em Belém terminou em pancadaria generalizada, já que eles habitualmente estabelecem limites onde cada facção religiosa pode ou não fazer o que dizem que pode ou não ser feito. Como tudo isso varia de acordo com os preceitos de cada ditame religioso, os padres </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/1332403568226673205/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2012/01/l08-os-que-menos-acreditam.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/1332403568226673205?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/1332403568226673205?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2012/01/l08-os-que-menos-acreditam.html" title="L08 Os que menos acreditam" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_KV4ShSV98w/TwBk3iN-UWI/AAAAAAAAApc/tOnW4p0cAF4/s72-c/l08_1_igreja-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IDQ387cSp7ImA9WhRWFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-5947920095597091372</id><published>2011-12-24T10:59:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T10:06:12.109-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-01T10:06:12.109-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Acontecimentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Datas" /><title>D27 Um Feliz Natal</title><summary>Enfim, que entreguem o presente...Para todos os leitores deste espaço desejo um Feliz Natal e um próspero Ano Novo, com todos os sonhos realizados. E aproveitando a ocasião, meditemos sobre o triste estado em que se encontra a nossa nação.-Com a decadência total, pública e desavergonhada dos três poderes, que ao menos os Três Reis Magos tragam o presente que a nação brasileira precisa para não </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/5947920095597091372/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/12/d27-um-feliz-natal.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/5947920095597091372?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/5947920095597091372?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/12/d27-um-feliz-natal.html" title="D27 Um Feliz Natal" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k12r9Vlh74s/TvXPqCZND4I/AAAAAAAAApE/o75ezSAluNE/s72-c/p00_1_natal-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4ARXs7eip7ImA9WhRWFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-7967267406366513155</id><published>2011-12-10T11:52:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T11:35:44.502-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-01T11:35:44.502-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Caminhadas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diversos" /><title>D26 A mansão</title><summary>Afinal chegamos...Saí no último fim de semana a caminhar sob um delicioso sol de uns 35 graus. Na estrada, com o ar quente subindo a sensação é de mais calor. Explico o porque disso. Caminhar ajuda a manter a forma e o peso dentro de uma margem razoável e quando se caminha numa tarde de sol bem escolhida, a resposta do corpo com o tempo tende a ser de maior resistência e uma sensação de bem estar</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/7967267406366513155/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/12/d26-mansao.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/7967267406366513155?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/7967267406366513155?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/12/d26-mansao.html" title="D26 A mansão" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pAB3Ir33lrE/TuNkj0mt_sI/AAAAAAAAAog/XaLNbix05hI/s72-c/d26_1_deserto-.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMGRn4-eyp7ImA9WhRQEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-5265336697244896788</id><published>2011-12-04T13:09:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T13:27:07.053-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-04T13:27:07.053-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Televisão" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diversos" /><title>T01 Por mudanças no boletim do tempo</title><summary>Assim não dá...Por várias vezes tenho ficado sem saber se vai chover ou fazer sol depois da apresentação do boletim do tempo mostrado diariamente nos noticiários da televisão. Belas apresentadoras, todo dia com uma roupinha mais coladinha aos corpos saudáveis e malhados e que apresentam curvas generosas não deixam ninguém prestar atenção no que elas dizem.-Acredita-se que a  finalidade do </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/5265336697244896788/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/12/t01-por-mudancas-no-boletim-do-tempo.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/5265336697244896788?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/5265336697244896788?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/12/t01-por-mudancas-no-boletim-do-tempo.html" title="T01 Por mudanças no boletim do tempo" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mVSM91WooCI/TtuNkauVmlI/AAAAAAAAAn8/BHbJBgZHon4/s72-c/t01_1_fl%25C3%25A1via-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YCSXw-fSp7ImA9WhRRE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-32898973805631853</id><published>2011-11-26T17:23:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T21:12:48.255-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-26T21:12:48.255-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Religião" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflexões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Casamento" /><title>L07 Jesus e seus ouvintes</title><summary>Um apóstolo minucioso...Confesso como ateu que ouvir a emissora católica Rádio Canção Nova é por demais interessante. As pregações de padres que supõem os ouvintes, nunca foram casados e que falam com total desenvoltura sobre como viver o casamento deixam qualquer um a pensar se o termo "mulher de padre" tem um fundo de verdade mais espalhada por várias paróquias do que podemos imaginar.-Em </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/32898973805631853/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/11/l07-jesus-e-seus-ouvintes.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/32898973805631853?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/32898973805631853?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/11/l07-jesus-e-seus-ouvintes.html" title="L07 Jesus e seus ouvintes" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQEsbiRIeXU/TtE9aEie3wI/AAAAAAAAAng/UTk9FNPg6Fg/s72-c/l07_2_r%25C3%25A1dio-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04AQ384fCp7ImA9WhRSGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-2754964508093722823</id><published>2011-11-20T13:46:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T18:45:42.134-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-20T18:45:42.134-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Religião" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflexões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memórias" /><title>L06 Acredite se quiser</title><summary>É assim a chamada fé cristã...ou qualquer outra...Por esses dias conversando com um colega sobre religião percebi ao longo da conversa que ele deixava à vista algumas dúvidas sobre a crença, sobre fatos religiosos, sobre os personagens da Bíblia, dúvidas que qualquer cristão tem na medida em que o tempo passa, ele cresce e deixa de ser apenas uma criança obediente na missa e aí passa a fazer </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/2754964508093722823/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/11/l06-acredite-se-quiser.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/2754964508093722823?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/2754964508093722823?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/11/l06-acredite-se-quiser.html" title="L06 Acredite se quiser" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zYSmSmjQ-ww/TskhTbjJ-8I/AAAAAAAAAm0/3-cvY6YNqdU/s72-c/l06_1_b%25C3%25ADblia-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAARH89eSp7ImA9WhRSEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-5453533721775763590</id><published>2011-11-13T10:27:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T23:22:25.161-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-13T23:22:25.161-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Religião" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflexões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humor" /><title>L05 A voz do Espírito Santo</title><summary>Inacreditável, mas divertido...Como ateu eu não deveria sintonizar meu rádio em emissoras religiosas tanto evangélicas como católicas, mas confesso que é divertido. Afora alguns raros momentos de pregações bem articuladas, o ouvinte desses programas, se não for crente, analisa a parcialidade das religiões em certos momentos e se diverte em outros. Sempre embalados por Deus, Jesus Cristo e pelo </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/5453533721775763590/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/11/l05-voz-do-espirito-santo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/5453533721775763590?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/5453533721775763590?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/11/l05-voz-do-espirito-santo.html" title="L05 A voz do Espírito Santo" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0NbcqhIlYRc/Tr-9WF2n9II/AAAAAAAAAmQ/6NmItzIIKAw/s72-c/l05_1_esp%25C3%25ADrito-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4BR3c9cSp7ImA9WhdaGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-5522197390875470233</id><published>2011-10-29T21:33:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T22:02:36.969-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-29T22:02:36.969-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflexões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humor" /><title>R46 Perdi o sono e escrevi</title><summary>Um dia vai acontecer mesmo...Na noite de sexta-feira conversei com a mulher que amo. Por uma série de circunstâncias acabamos falando sobre a morte. Um dia vai acontecer com todo mundo. Se por um lado é um pensamento incômodo, por outro dá para levar no humor de vez em quando.-Sabe-se lá se a gente que está aqui fazendo grandes planos no momento seguinte não estará duro no chão. Foi-se a vida. E </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/5522197390875470233/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/10/r46-perdi-o-sono-e-escrevi.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/5522197390875470233?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/5522197390875470233?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/10/r46-perdi-o-sono-e-escrevi.html" title="R46 Perdi o sono e escrevi" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8RxjcJMTR2E/TqyNzF1SwWI/AAAAAAAAAls/GNdoQ0L9KfU/s72-c/r46_1_l%25C3%25A1pide-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAHQXg-fSp7ImA9WhdaFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-2747562772021074106</id><published>2011-10-23T14:12:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T18:45:30.655-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-23T18:45:30.655-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Religião" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflexões" /><title>R45 A eterna procissão</title><summary>Crenças, livros sagrados e castigos...&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   21      &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:Verdana;  panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/2747562772021074106/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/10/r45-eterna-procissao_23.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/2747562772021074106?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/2747562772021074106?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/10/r45-eterna-procissao_23.html" title="R45 A eterna procissão" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U5Qu0vdBUjk/TqQ-8GsR8II/AAAAAAAAAkk/2IXYsSAZzAc/s72-c/r45_1_agostinho-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IFR30ycCp7ImA9WhdaEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-8051926993322743040</id><published>2011-10-12T12:26:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T14:05:16.398-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-22T14:05:16.398-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memórias" /><title>R44 Não fizemos tudo</title><summary>O tempo é assim mesmo...Eu e minha mulher amada combinamos muita coisa da última vez. E não fizemos algumas coisas, mas o tempo, acreditem, nesses casos é assim mesmo. Se fazemos alguma coisa que tínhamos combinado, vamos pensar depois que não fizemos outra e assim por diante. Mas estivemos juntos, desfrutamos da companhia um do outro, ela me confiou seu amor, seus beijos, me contou das dores da </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/8051926993322743040/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/10/r44-nao-fizemos-tudo.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/8051926993322743040?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/8051926993322743040?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/10/r44-nao-fizemos-tudo.html" title="R44 Não fizemos tudo" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--E-zuNtUGXw/TpWzhs3TO7I/AAAAAAAAAhY/P4smmER0pXI/s72-c/r44_1_estrada-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cDQnc_cCp7ImA9WhdVGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-1220410628491510262</id><published>2011-09-23T22:52:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T23:24:33.948-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-23T23:24:33.948-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Televisão" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Acontecimentos" /><title>D25 O poleiro da audiência</title><summary>Ninguém suspeitava disso...-Algumas bancas expuseram por alguns dias bem nas portas as revistas de fofocas televisivas com letras grandes sobre as "revelações" feitas por Dani Bolina sobre um fato estarrecedor, do qual ninguém, absolutamente ninguém suspeitava até agora. A de que algumas de suas ex-colegas dançarinas do programa "Pânico na TV" eram garotas de programa.Depois de ter saído do </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/1220410628491510262/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/09/d25-o-poleiro-encantado.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/1220410628491510262?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/1220410628491510262?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/09/d25-o-poleiro-encantado.html" title="D25 O poleiro da audiência" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qMiuXsFbXWY/Tn04ec0bBAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/DoIiSXiP4OI/s72-c/d25_1_dani-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcHR3c-fyp7ImA9WhdVEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-1110063259183533209</id><published>2011-09-15T19:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T19:33:56.957-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-15T19:33:56.957-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Música" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diversos" /><title>D24 Civilização, afinal</title><summary>Apesar de tudo, ela aparece...-Ando pela rua numa tarde quente. Na calçada ao lado anda um adolescente do modo mais deplorável possível, porém rotineiro nos dias de hoje. Já pouco habituado aos costumes civilizados, entre eles o de se vestir, é o tipo que vemos pelas ruas hoje.-Chinelão, bermuda, camiseta, tudo sujo e boné ensebado enfiado na cabeça. Os cabelos imitando Justin Bieber se </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/1110063259183533209/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/09/d24-civilizacao-afinal.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/1110063259183533209?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/1110063259183533209?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/09/d24-civilizacao-afinal.html" title="D24 Civilização, afinal" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AE6lt87S9K4/TnJ4BN79TzI/AAAAAAAAAgo/0YLTDa2kEOU/s72-c/d24_1_barba-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cASXk9fip7ImA9WhdWF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-7244642192164590773</id><published>2011-09-10T23:34:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T16:24:08.766-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-11T16:24:08.766-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Televisão" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diversos" /><title>D23 Eu devia...</title><summary>Parecia que ia ter uma programação normal...-Sábado de noite. Chego em casa e ligo a televisão depois de voltar com o cachorro, que se deita na sala feliz da vida. Ele se considera proprietário dela. Tenho certeza que vai passar algum filme de ação ou pelo menos alguma comédia. Nada disso, parece dizer o personagem cantante da telinha. Aparece de novo, mais uma vez e depois de todos esses anos, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/7244642192164590773/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/09/d23-eu-devia.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/7244642192164590773?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/7244642192164590773?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/09/d23-eu-devia.html" title="D23 Eu devia..." /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jJ-jOJrkfbk/Tm0CNghD6II/AAAAAAAAAgQ/YjVlAmxFY10/s72-c/d23_1_roberto-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQMRns-eyp7ImA9WhdXFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-7876200079266703847</id><published>2011-08-28T23:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T00:09:47.553-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-29T00:09:47.553-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflexões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Acontecimentos" /><title>R43 Que amigos</title><summary>De qualquer jeito, está frito...
Durante a semana causou agitação a notícia de que um peão no rodeio de Barretos acabou quebrando as vértebras do pescoço de um bezerro durante o rodeio ao imobilizá-lo. Torcendo o pescoço do animal com toda força, acabou deixando-o tetraplégico na arena. O animal foi sacrificado.
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A grita dos defensores dos animais foi grande, toda a condenação do público e de </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/7876200079266703847/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/08/r43-que-amigos.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/7876200079266703847?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/7876200079266703847?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/08/r43-que-amigos.html" title="R43 Que amigos" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFOtZhQCdbQ/Tlr8dt5Ei7I/AAAAAAAAAfA/joCCU75DKI0/s72-c/r43_1_bezerro-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUNRn89eCp7ImA9WhdXEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-5173076629817849294</id><published>2011-08-22T23:02:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T23:41:37.160-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-22T23:41:37.160-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflexões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memórias" /><title>R42 A receita</title><summary>Um sabor que procurei muito...
Existiu um tempo, não muito tempo atrás, em que eu não sabia cozinhar. Queria mas não sabia e decidi aprender. Claro, como todo iniciante na cozinha, eu só podia fazer pratos um tanto fora de qualquer receita. 
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Me lembro de nas primeiras vezes misturar água, uma cebola picada, um pacotinho de tempêro, um pouco de vinagre e aí deixava esquentar para ver no que dava</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/5173076629817849294/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/08/r42-receita.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/5173076629817849294?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/5173076629817849294?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/08/r42-receita.html" title="R42 A receita" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9hAD06srNwQ/TlMKjefKbmI/AAAAAAAAAeg/sZ3D1pLjvFo/s72-c/r42_1_ervas-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4HQ3o4eip7ImA9WhdXEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-70043004554309768</id><published>2011-08-10T09:49:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T23:02:12.432-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-22T23:02:12.432-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Caminhadas" /><title>R41 Frio de repente</title><summary>Assim, sem esperar...
É assim que acontece uma mudança de tempo. De dias recentes onde brilhou o sol bem gostoso para essa madrugada gelada a ponto de me fazer levantar para arrumar outra coberta. Mesmo ao cair da noite quando saí para caminhar já dava para notar a mudança do tempo.
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Devia ter prestado atenção no cachorro muito </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/70043004554309768/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/08/r41-frio-de-repente.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/70043004554309768?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/70043004554309768?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/08/r41-frio-de-repente.html" title="R41 Frio de repente" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WHlsw06RzYg/TkJ-cnHbZUI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/UZTLFD1XL0w/s72-c/r41_1_frio-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcBRX48fSp7ImA9WhdSFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-1820429545043912298</id><published>2011-07-24T13:54:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T14:54:14.075-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-24T14:54:14.075-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Acontecimentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diversos" /><title>D22 Um diretor nada convencional</title><summary>Sem barulho na sala...Leitores do mundo todo foram surpreendidos com o rumoroso caso de Dominique Strauss-Kahn, o agora ex diretor do FMI e ex futuro candidato à presidência da França, que foi preso e acusado de estupro em maio passado por uma camareira do hotel onde se hospedou nos Estados Unidos. Depois de ser preso pelos policiais no avião e ser libertado sob fiança e ter sido exposto ao mundo</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/1820429545043912298/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/07/d22-um-diretor-nada-convencional.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/1820429545043912298?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/1820429545043912298?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/07/d22-um-diretor-nada-convencional.html" title="D22 Um diretor nada convencional" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G55AWy1y0_U/TixTbkHcQfI/AAAAAAAAAd4/IPthrh1JQ8o/s72-c/d22_1_m%25C3%25A3e-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcDQnY9cSp7ImA9WhdTF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-6196198361143726603</id><published>2011-07-15T09:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T10:21:13.869-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-15T10:21:13.869-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Caminhadas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflexões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Acontecimentos" /><title>R40 Trem fantasma</title><summary>Uma cena e tanto...-Na semana passada arrumei alguns livros na minha estante e entre eles havia um velho livro de ditados e frases de escritores e filósofos. Folheei algumas páginas e entre alguns ditados divertidos e mordazes e outros nem tanto, se destacava o da escritora francesa Virgine de Rieux, que diz assim:-"O casamento é uma loteria onde os homens jogam sua liberdade e as mulheres a sua </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/feeds/6196198361143726603/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/07/r40-trem-fantasma.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/6196198361143726603?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614826166153337516/posts/default/6196198361143726603?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cartasnodia.blogspot.com/2011/07/r40-trem-fantasma.html" title="R40 Trem fantasma" /><author><name>Vellker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02560767570449478794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0tRikdhK1k/SXcRQZXpKAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C21IPIRhe4A/S220/t01_1_writer-.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vPkL3yTG_-c/TiA17r3dEXI/AAAAAAAAAdA/QKAwRr3ApvM/s72-c/r40_1_pap%25C3%25A9is-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYCQXY-eCp7ImA9WhdTE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614826166153337516.post-6702112242978411691</id><published>2011-07-10T10:07:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T16:46:00.850-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-10T16:46:00.850-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Acontecimentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diversos" /><title>D21 Aspirante a Chef</title><summary>Sou obrigado a me impor limites...-Enfim descobri porque quem cozinha por profissão ou porque gosta não tem o costume de revelar suas receitas. Afinal consegui fazer uma. 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