<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901</id><updated>2024-09-05T19:16:22.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ComOcoraçãoNaMão</title><subtitle type='html'>Porque as vezes ele salta para fora. Ele salta.&#xa;&#xa;Pensamentos sobre &#xa;Cotidiano =&#xa;Mídia = Música =&#xa;Literatura e&#xa;Relações Internacionais</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-9169924868262817005</id><published>2013-09-18T16:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-09-18T16:59:16.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por ai documentar.</title><content type='html'>Por ai documentar. Fabricar realidades, ficção de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;
Fazer documentário com vontade de caçoar da vida, de brincar de fazer &quot;cinéma vérité&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
Ser o cinema direto tão americanizado quanto o plano americano. Algo que brasileiros adoram usar como padrão.&lt;br /&gt;
Padrão. Eis uma palavra complicada. Fácil de pronunciar, complicada de se executar.&lt;br /&gt;
Enquanto teorizam, vai ali observar, documentar, realizar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHArouy5InSxc9DejCv51hN3r7nCf6dcW6SAGU-KQxGbMRUeqBQZPh1DFSFbb7TpzB55Pq_BDPvGqrbeoTKtKiLuKfzmMv7qNEcLmxBNndv652nDQ-cZmaJ-FuW2x-FVobKHh7xtoYdqk/s1600/jeanrouchg.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHArouy5InSxc9DejCv51hN3r7nCf6dcW6SAGU-KQxGbMRUeqBQZPh1DFSFbb7TpzB55Pq_BDPvGqrbeoTKtKiLuKfzmMv7qNEcLmxBNndv652nDQ-cZmaJ-FuW2x-FVobKHh7xtoYdqk/s320/jeanrouchg.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Jean Rouch. Foto extraída de:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cinepipocacult.com.br/2008/07/cinema-direto-vs-cinema-verdade.html&quot;&gt;http://www.cinepipocacult.com.br/2008/07/cinema-direto-vs-cinema-verdade.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/9169924868262817005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/09/por-ai-documentar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/9169924868262817005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/9169924868262817005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/09/por-ai-documentar.html' title='Por ai documentar.'/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHArouy5InSxc9DejCv51hN3r7nCf6dcW6SAGU-KQxGbMRUeqBQZPh1DFSFbb7TpzB55Pq_BDPvGqrbeoTKtKiLuKfzmMv7qNEcLmxBNndv652nDQ-cZmaJ-FuW2x-FVobKHh7xtoYdqk/s72-c/jeanrouchg.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-7609502029897683153</id><published>2013-09-09T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-09-09T14:31:38.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Acreditar no que não se vê, no que não se toca, no que não se tem. Só pode ser algo transcendente, que se basta, que se completa em si, mas não se esgota. Transborada. &lt;br /&gt;Alguns sentem isso. Algo poético? talvez, algo espiritual? talvez também. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe essas pessoas não sentem porque estão prontas para sentir? Ah, momento único esse de parar o tempo e sentir o externo no íntimo de umser... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;É Adélia. O teu eu lírico nos lembra que essa &quot;vida é horrível&quot;, e que o tempo que passamos e que o teu eu lírico passa recolhendo restos de nós mesmos, e sentindo dores, e curando feridas, é tanto que dá vontade de desistir.... Mas, ao limpar os olhoos, penso que podemos chorar! Ah, chorar muitas vezes quieta num canto, Adélia, é o prenúncio de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;limpar &quot;os olhos e o muco de meu nariz&quot; e esperar o Prometido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar, algo tão poético e único, sem nenhum sofrimento, é mesmo um dádiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;BENDITO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Louvado seja Deus, meu senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Por que meu coração está cortado a lâmina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Mas sorrio no espelho ao que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;À revelia de tudo se promete;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Por que sou desgraçado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;como um homem tangido para a forca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Mas me lembro de uma noite na roça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;O luar nos legumes e um grilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Minha sombra na parede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Louvado sejas por que eu quero pecar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;contra o afinal sítio aprazível dos mortos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Violar as tumbas com o arranhão das unhas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Mas vejo a tua cabeça pendida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;e escuto o galo cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Três vezes em meu socorro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Louvado sejas, porque a vida é horrível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Porque mais é o tempo que eu passo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Recolhendo os despojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;- velho ao fim de uma gerra como uma cabra -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Mas limpo os olhos e o muco de meu nariz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Por um canteiro de grama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Louvado sejas por que eu quero morrer, mas tenho medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;E insisto em esperar o prometido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Uma vez quando eu era menino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Abri a porta de noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;A horta estava branca de luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;E acreditei, sem nenhum sofrimento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;LOUVADO SEJAS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;-Adélia Prado-&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/7609502029897683153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/09/acreditar-no-que-nao-se-ve-no-que-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/7609502029897683153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/7609502029897683153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/09/acreditar-no-que-nao-se-ve-no-que-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-2199450397598473832</id><published>2013-07-20T19:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-07-20T19:51:47.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando eu descobri que eu era pouco pra você, me libertei! </title><content type='html'>Quando eu descobri que eu era pouco pra você, me libertei!&lt;br /&gt;É! Percebi que a &quot;culpa&quot; não era sua: era, mesmo, a minha insuficiência em ser do tamanho que você queria.&lt;br /&gt;Foi como desafogar-se. Equilibrar-se. Entender-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você quer alguém a sua altura, esse alguém não sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;Sou um roteirista sem roteiros; um realizador sem realizações; alguém que precisou de você e da sua empresa pra subir na vida; alguém estreante, um eterno estreante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segui a vida com esse pouco do que sou.&lt;br /&gt;Com esse pequeno punhado de nada.&lt;br /&gt;Com essa enorme vontade de apenas continuar sendo simples e o mais importante: sendo eu mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoIE8TyuyJsxTR19ZueLEDEQuerjtwXnyDco-5kxY14LO5wbFkc6lAJHOHiA6k4N5S0pls3ORAcmjEtlf2kUPtUCHaj8dUp87cUynuqnsd-O5v3Q-EDnK3saDEXJRzn1qumGvQ8pXiGOA/s1600/1014038_518964728152786_1270007614_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoIE8TyuyJsxTR19ZueLEDEQuerjtwXnyDco-5kxY14LO5wbFkc6lAJHOHiA6k4N5S0pls3ORAcmjEtlf2kUPtUCHaj8dUp87cUynuqnsd-O5v3Q-EDnK3saDEXJRzn1qumGvQ8pXiGOA/s320/1014038_518964728152786_1270007614_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/2199450397598473832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/07/quando-eu-descobri-que-eu-era-pouco-pra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/2199450397598473832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/2199450397598473832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/07/quando-eu-descobri-que-eu-era-pouco-pra.html' title='Quando eu descobri que eu era pouco pra você, me libertei! '/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoIE8TyuyJsxTR19ZueLEDEQuerjtwXnyDco-5kxY14LO5wbFkc6lAJHOHiA6k4N5S0pls3ORAcmjEtlf2kUPtUCHaj8dUp87cUynuqnsd-O5v3Q-EDnK3saDEXJRzn1qumGvQ8pXiGOA/s72-c/1014038_518964728152786_1270007614_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-456069267593308752</id><published>2013-07-10T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-07-10T20:36:12.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O choro por uma amiga. </title><content type='html'>Chore. Chore pelos motivos certos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlj7pCPRCJwlAa_2BwAOuZqfSkPHPoY6h8qsykrkvD-Uhep5Rk08re8erknsVOk5YlnEXGor3eLDi5WntA7P0u3byvp6eLTpHFNddTblqFeSptkDTDo1qGyMC7RzHLjUa_-EHnhB5d8fg/s1600/logo.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlj7pCPRCJwlAa_2BwAOuZqfSkPHPoY6h8qsykrkvD-Uhep5Rk08re8erknsVOk5YlnEXGor3eLDi5WntA7P0u3byvp6eLTpHFNddTblqFeSptkDTDo1qGyMC7RzHLjUa_-EHnhB5d8fg/s1600/logo.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Esses dias senti uma dor muito grande. Uma dor que não saiu de mim, mas de uma pessoa que aprendi a amar muito e que a vida acabou tirando umas das coisas mais preciosas da vida dela. Mas a dor que ela tava passando, veio a mim, porque sempre compartilhamos a vida, os prazeres, e... as dores.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Uma amiga perdeu sua mãe. Eu chorei. Vi o quanto ela lutou pra que a mãezinha dela estivesse presente, viva, forte. Cada vitória era contada por ela a mim, mas não deu. Uma das pessoas mais preciosas da vida dela se foi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;inha fulozinha, a gente sabe o que a gente compartilha e eu sou rica por isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Te ter&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;por perto, em alguns momentos, foi maravilhoso, confortante!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me coloco pertinho de ti, pra quando precisares, eu te abraçar, minha flor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorei contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas és forte,&lt;br /&gt;Firme&lt;br /&gt;e quero sim esta sempre ao teu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo minha linda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra uma grande amiga que amo muito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/456069267593308752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/07/o-choro-por-uma-amiga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/456069267593308752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/456069267593308752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/07/o-choro-por-uma-amiga.html' title='O choro por uma amiga. '/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlj7pCPRCJwlAa_2BwAOuZqfSkPHPoY6h8qsykrkvD-Uhep5Rk08re8erknsVOk5YlnEXGor3eLDi5WntA7P0u3byvp6eLTpHFNddTblqFeSptkDTDo1qGyMC7RzHLjUa_-EHnhB5d8fg/s72-c/logo.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-4290269119219390229</id><published>2013-06-02T23:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-02T23:10:09.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Comunicação é substancial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZsJwhxa6-NdxaS-YVwS2qmd2KBxkRTh2KnZ9DyrdvcMJ8xNANV2uriH8TCOy1jGMSit8tDPrNgfWqG88Ga3RxabmBe4Yv3RXVrF_0GkA8Y4QuaYgJtwmgheXXSbzyyVs-trPw7bGIyOc/s1600/passaros.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;90&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZsJwhxa6-NdxaS-YVwS2qmd2KBxkRTh2KnZ9DyrdvcMJ8xNANV2uriH8TCOy1jGMSit8tDPrNgfWqG88Ga3RxabmBe4Yv3RXVrF_0GkA8Y4QuaYgJtwmgheXXSbzyyVs-trPw7bGIyOc/s320/passaros.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
A Comunicação é substancial. Sem ela, &amp;nbsp;a relação se esvai.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
(Isso inclui também a BOA comunicação)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/4290269119219390229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/06/a-comunicacao-e-substancial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/4290269119219390229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/4290269119219390229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/06/a-comunicacao-e-substancial.html' title='A Comunicação é substancial.'/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZsJwhxa6-NdxaS-YVwS2qmd2KBxkRTh2KnZ9DyrdvcMJ8xNANV2uriH8TCOy1jGMSit8tDPrNgfWqG88Ga3RxabmBe4Yv3RXVrF_0GkA8Y4QuaYgJtwmgheXXSbzyyVs-trPw7bGIyOc/s72-c/passaros.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-6996698342551443546</id><published>2013-06-02T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-02T22:50:43.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hora do café: palavras do psiquiatra Flávio Gikovate. </title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyPK8sWWe6MRB7biwi16VcVQdUaErGNb6pUM2xJQCyaVDbtEvfH6_NZefB2kjiQdIOVoh6ezphtftZkr1rfvb-OAwve8kqF_pa2vL5-vB3s6o9Gp5K72jVFPWmKYUzhSjhJi0O4LHF3YI/s1600/gikovate2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyPK8sWWe6MRB7biwi16VcVQdUaErGNb6pUM2xJQCyaVDbtEvfH6_NZefB2kjiQdIOVoh6ezphtftZkr1rfvb-OAwve8kqF_pa2vL5-vB3s6o9Gp5K72jVFPWmKYUzhSjhJi0O4LHF3YI/s320/gikovate2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;243&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;SOLIDÃO e SER SOLTEIRO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&quot;O solteiro apenas é um indivíduo que não tem ninguém por ele... é uma pessoa que tem dentro de si que é ela por ela, ela por conta dela...as vezes dá uma sensação de vazio, de solidão, tristeza. (...) E como a gente cresce? Enfrentando. E como enfrenta essa solidão? Aguentando. Fica quieto e segura a onda. Se der um buraco aqui, eu costumo dizer que converso com o buraco. Eu e meu buraco tenho que me aguentar. E não ficar com alguém que venha preencher o buraco e que depois em relação ao qual eu vou acabar dependente e viciado nessa pessoa.(...) Se ocupar é uma boa, ir ao cinema é uma boa, preencher seu vazio consigo mesmo&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Flávio Gikovate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;AMIZADES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #37404e; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Não estamos vivendo uma fase muito boa. Poucas pessoas conseguem, hoje, ter amigos sinceros, desinteressados, principalmente, depois de uma certa idade: do meio para o fim da vida, fabricar amigos é muito difícil, porque o jogo é muito sujo e há muita competição. Esses ambientes não propiciam as verdadeiras amizades. Ambientes que propiciam amizades são ambientes desinteressados.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #37404e; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Flávio Gikovate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #37404e; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #37404e; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Amor é paz, e paz, na cultura oriental, é serenidade e paz de espírito.&quot;&amp;nbsp;Flávio Gikovate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #37404e; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&quot;...é que amor é uma sensação de paz e de aconchego que a gente experimenta junto de outra pessoa &quot;especial&quot;, cujo o primeiro objeto do amor é a mãe...&quot;&amp;nbsp;Flávio Gikovate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #37404e; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #37404e; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Relacionamento é dois inteiros&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Esse negócio de beijinhos, colocar no colo, isso não é amar. Amar é colocar no clima de solidez e segurança. O pai e a mãe só é capaz de passar isso, se eles forem seguros&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;VIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #37404e; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Aceitar a realidade como ela é, é aceitar uma doença. Aceite as dores&amp;nbsp;inexoráveis&amp;nbsp;da vida (dores, traições...), mas não aceitar uma realidade que pode ser modificada.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #37404e; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Flávio Gikovate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=az-3C1GGK0o&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=az-3C1GGK0o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;(link do Café Filosófico com&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Flávio Gikovate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/6996698342551443546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/06/hora-do-cafe-palavras-do-psiquiatra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/6996698342551443546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/6996698342551443546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/06/hora-do-cafe-palavras-do-psiquiatra.html' title='Hora do café: palavras do psiquiatra Flávio Gikovate. '/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyPK8sWWe6MRB7biwi16VcVQdUaErGNb6pUM2xJQCyaVDbtEvfH6_NZefB2kjiQdIOVoh6ezphtftZkr1rfvb-OAwve8kqF_pa2vL5-vB3s6o9Gp5K72jVFPWmKYUzhSjhJi0O4LHF3YI/s72-c/gikovate2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-7072277470882537600</id><published>2013-05-26T09:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-26T09:55:36.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo-te: bom Feng Shui</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUZLap-gv5fnirFcwJq1vmkQCGEi-X9qEH-hC15u9uTodnyq6za4HHnPieKvUjaX7z2F1lAHWbL2PZVtSRBRRgBQsSvsVg6591z-5_GLUZE2KCNUwHYSUVtqW4uRQ6xyhH5YcE9RSvu8Q/s1600/foto-6.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUZLap-gv5fnirFcwJq1vmkQCGEi-X9qEH-hC15u9uTodnyq6za4HHnPieKvUjaX7z2F1lAHWbL2PZVtSRBRRgBQsSvsVg6591z-5_GLUZE2KCNUwHYSUVtqW4uRQ6xyhH5YcE9RSvu8Q/s320/foto-6.jpg&quot; width=&quot;213&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É um dos melhores desejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandar flores só pode ter vínculo com o Feng Shui de uma casa. Mandar buquês de flores, só deve ser pensando no Feng Shui que um jarro na sala com flores de verdade pode trazer para a amada (espero mesmo que todos os românticos de plantão, .pensem dessa forma. Caso contrário, romantismo sem os porquês, não faz sentido).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nunca gostei de receber buquês de flores (eu um único dia, recebi três, certa vez). Pensei: pra quê eu quero flores que&amp;nbsp;murcharão&amp;nbsp;em &amp;nbsp;3 dias? Dias depois entendi: as flores foram espalhadas pela casa e o Feng Shui melhorou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Bom, agradeça a um amado que gasta cerca de 40 reais em flores para você... se essa for a intensão.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pensei nessa história verídica para falar da importância que é um Feng Shui para uma casa, para um lar. O Feng Shui, a grosso modo, é a harmonia no local, através das coisas, objetos, luz e cores.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sempre tive problemas em morar num local sem harmonia, mas eu não sabia o porquê. Era pelo simples fato de não ter aquela sensação de aconchego no lar. Isso! A harmonia nos acolhe, nos recebe como se estivesse de braços abertos. Um quarto com harmonia faz toda a diferença para o descanso. Eu mesma troquei de quarto pelo fato de precisar dormir bem, mesmo que seja dormir pouco: o pouco tempo de descanso é muito bem aproveitado.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cores, espaço para circulação das pessoas, espelhos nos locais certos, pouca ou nenhuma luz, muita luz... tudo, tudo influencia na harmonia e no Feng Shui. &lt;br /&gt;
Na hora de receber flores, pense: essa pessoa, mais que afagar meu ego, está me desejando um bom Feng Shui. Então, arrume logo o lindo vaso com água e boas harmonias.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYxjg8NPr4Ri9w3M-JBFCFPDuyS8uP8574OnJ3sCD-fi0yoNTmy50Sw0sl0BdljEin8wDo_2fkPHkflhKE7AxsmXkgHQ3cItlOS2sqJQ92J3P3tqi4HnFU59Ad6qYpdC6BCC2FwECB8os/s1600/flores23-2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYxjg8NPr4Ri9w3M-JBFCFPDuyS8uP8574OnJ3sCD-fi0yoNTmy50Sw0sl0BdljEin8wDo_2fkPHkflhKE7AxsmXkgHQ3cItlOS2sqJQ92J3P3tqi4HnFU59Ad6qYpdC6BCC2FwECB8os/s320/flores23-2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Acredite:na prática é bem melhor!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVeXATo-F1FqxlEIGYOOZdivhQEX3-q0BknUs_92n8Nmod2nfURmxG72obDElh1TOgu8_owau90CBqObAoHsoBJkz9HOkDIYHjKH98P9YDOm-lM6Cnfo8V_5gYrFF1P_cXIiw71pAZeSk/s1600/inspiracaodelicadeza.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVeXATo-F1FqxlEIGYOOZdivhQEX3-q0BknUs_92n8Nmod2nfURmxG72obDElh1TOgu8_owau90CBqObAoHsoBJkz9HOkDIYHjKH98P9YDOm-lM6Cnfo8V_5gYrFF1P_cXIiw71pAZeSk/s320/inspiracaodelicadeza.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aqui, um site de uma professora de Feng Shui:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://umbrinco.com/blog/&quot;&gt;http://umbrinco.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/7072277470882537600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/05/te-desejo-bom-feng-shui-pra-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/7072277470882537600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/7072277470882537600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/05/te-desejo-bom-feng-shui-pra-voce.html' title='Desejo-te: bom Feng Shui'/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUZLap-gv5fnirFcwJq1vmkQCGEi-X9qEH-hC15u9uTodnyq6za4HHnPieKvUjaX7z2F1lAHWbL2PZVtSRBRRgBQsSvsVg6591z-5_GLUZE2KCNUwHYSUVtqW4uRQ6xyhH5YcE9RSvu8Q/s72-c/foto-6.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-4760877099266859622</id><published>2013-03-18T14:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-19T15:13:22.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Câmara dos Deputados e Banco Mundial premiam documentários sobre a Lei Maria da Penha</title><content type='html'>Foi com muito prazer que nós, do Documentário Divas-Vozes Femininas, ficamos em segundo lugar, numa disputa nacional, numa disputa entre 24 vídeos. Cinco foram os premiados e, nós do Divas, estivemos lá em Brasília para receber o prêmio (direitos à exibição).&lt;br /&gt;
O que pude ver foram: mulheres que querem ter progonismo num lugar onde homens imperam; mulheres que se juntam para propagar que &#39;Mulher não tem que continuar sofrendo&#39;. Enfim, eu e o editor/finalizador, Ely Marques, pudemos ver, de perto, muita coisa e agora, ao voltar, retemos o melhor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que seja grande a nossa luta! Que mulheres sejam grandes! Que o audiovisual, com sua arte, continue sendo grande!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Obrigada a todos!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Segue matéria:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTltdjY8kde4rYZ9ZsvikLmxWRLfPvoXDYFXJU7IQIjuXDrXiwqsqok6RSHBnH9QcMc7-4FvUH1J8ZkBs0YI4v9MIL1WHfUEjSOVeaZQTu57WjT12DU1mBQEZO2o-fZoKb3uZx_IKRdWk/s1600/maria+da+penha.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;265&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTltdjY8kde4rYZ9ZsvikLmxWRLfPvoXDYFXJU7IQIjuXDrXiwqsqok6RSHBnH9QcMc7-4FvUH1J8ZkBs0YI4v9MIL1WHfUEjSOVeaZQTu57WjT12DU1mBQEZO2o-fZoKb3uZx_IKRdWk/s400/maria+da+penha.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: freight-sans-pro-n4, freight-sans-pro, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18pt; margin-bottom: 16pt; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;
A Câmara dos Deputados comemorou este ano o Dia Internacional da Mulher (08 de março) premiando experiências sobre a aplicação da Lei Maria da Penha, que completa sete anos desde sua promulgação, em 2006. O 1º Concurso de Curta Documentário Sobre a Lei Maria da Penha, uma iniciativa da Secretaria de Comunicação Social e da Procuradoria Especial da Mulher, com o apoio do Banco Mundial, premiou as cinco melhores produções sobre a percepção quea sociedade brasileira tem da Lei 11.340/2006.&lt;br /&gt;
As primeiras reportagens selecionadas serão divulgadas na TV Câmara; em &quot;hot sites&quot;, nas redes de difusão audiovisual e online do Banco Mundial e seus parceiros em todo o mundo; além de pagar prêmio de R$ 10 mil a cada um dos cinco vencedores.&lt;br /&gt;
A premiação aconteceu no Salão Nobre da Câmara dos Deputados e contou com as presenças do presidente do Banco Mundial, Jim Young Kim, da ministra da Secretaria Especial de Políticas para as Mulheres, Eleonora Menicucci; do presidente da Câmara, Henrique Eduardo Alves;da Procuradora da Mulher na Câmara, Elcione Barbalho, da coordenadora da Bancada Feminina na Câmara, deputada Janete Rocha Pietá (PT-SP); de deputadas e senadoras, entre outras autoridades.&lt;br /&gt;
As reportagens selecionadas com o tema &quot;Tem uma história relacionada à Lei Maria da Penha? Conte para o mundo!&quot; foram: Fernando Francisco Antunes, com o vídeo &quot;Maria Maria&quot; (209 pontos); Kalyne Almeida, &quot;Divas - Vozes Femininas&quot;, (207 pontos); Ana Patrícia Nassar, &quot;Uma Lei para Todas&quot; (206 pontos); Guilherme Silva da Cruz, &quot;Sílvia&quot;, (205 pontos); e Jackeline Soares Lima, &quot;Trajetórias Marcadas pela Violência&quot;, (204 pontos).&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: freight-sans-pro-n4, freight-sans-pro, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18pt; margin-bottom: 16pt; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;
Ao todo 22 produções brasileiras inéditas foram selecionadas para a final do Concurso. Foram retratadas histórias reais sobre dramas vividos por mulheres que sofreram violência por parte de seus companheiros. As inscrições foram feitas de todas as partes do país: São Paulo, Brasília, Minas Gerais, Rio Grande do Sul, Rio de Janeiro, Maranhão,Paraíba, Amazonas, Mato Grosso do Sul e Piauí.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: freight-sans-pro-n4, freight-sans-pro, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18pt; margin-bottom: 16pt; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;
Para os organizadores do evento, o resultado do concurso foi bastante positivo, principalmente pela capilaridade alcançada. &quot;Nosso objetivo era coletar histórias vindas diretamente da sociedade, para ver como a Lei Maria da Penha está sendo observada por diferentes segmentos em todo o país. São histórias reais, que retratam experiências vividas por mulheres de diferentes regiões brasileiras, que nos darão uma boa mostra de como a Lei Maria da Penha tem afetado a vida das pessoas&quot;, destacou a procuradora da Mulher da Câmara, deputada Elcione Barbalho (PMDB/PA).&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: freight-sans-pro-n4, freight-sans-pro, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18pt; margin-bottom: 16pt; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;
“Cerca de 30% das mulheres brasileiras são vítimas de violência doméstica, o que afeta não só suas vidas, mas a famílias inteira”, afirmou o presidente do Grupo Banco Mundial Jim Yong Kim. “Essa é uma excelente oportunidade de celebrar as corajosas histórias de Brasileiras que enfrentaram e sobreviveram à violência doméstica e mostrar a muitas outras que ainda não se sentem seguras para denunciar, que é possível dar fim a esse tipo de violência e punir seus agressores”.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: freight-sans-pro-n4, freight-sans-pro, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18pt; margin-bottom: 16pt; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;
O Brasil ainda apresenta o maior fosso entre gêneros da América Latina e Caribe, com trabalhadoras ganhando cerca de 85% do salário oferecido aos homens, e índices de desemprego e postos informais superiores entre as mulheres. O país também apresenta um alto recorde de agressões contra mulheres. Pesquisa realizada pela Organização Mundial de Saúde (OMS), em 2005, mostra que 29% das entrevistas com entre 15 e 49 anos relataram ter sido vítimas de violência física ou sexual pelo menos uma vez na vida.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: freight-sans-pro-n4, freight-sans-pro, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18pt; margin-bottom: 16pt; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;
Mais que um direito humano básico, a igualdade de gêneros é um instrumento chave para promover a redução da pobreza e o crescimento econômico. Números indicam que o aumento da renda das mulheres contribuiu para a redução da pobreza em 30% e da desigualdade em 28% na América Latina entre 2000 e 2010.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: freight-sans-pro-n4, freight-sans-pro, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18pt; margin-bottom: 16pt; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;
Da Assessoria da Câmara&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/4760877099266859622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/03/camara-dos-deputados-e-banco-mundial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/4760877099266859622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/4760877099266859622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/03/camara-dos-deputados-e-banco-mundial.html' title='Câmara dos Deputados e Banco Mundial premiam documentários sobre a Lei Maria da Penha'/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTltdjY8kde4rYZ9ZsvikLmxWRLfPvoXDYFXJU7IQIjuXDrXiwqsqok6RSHBnH9QcMc7-4FvUH1J8ZkBs0YI4v9MIL1WHfUEjSOVeaZQTu57WjT12DU1mBQEZO2o-fZoKb3uZx_IKRdWk/s72-c/maria+da+penha.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-5056577715430418268</id><published>2013-03-12T21:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-19T15:15:17.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Álvaro de Campos, meu amigo. </title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h5 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding: 0px 20px 0px 15px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 1.38;&quot;&gt;Por favor, hoje me afaguem. Me deem de presente um livro bom de se ler; um bocadinho de contos estilo &#39;Machado de Assis&#39;; alguns poemas de Fernando Pessoa ou do seu (e meu) querido&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;pseudônimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 1.38;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Álvaro de Campos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 1.38;&quot;&gt;Leiam pra mim versos de Cecília Meireles, leiam, eu aceitarei, agradecerei, morrerei de afago. Preciso. Hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 1.38;&quot;&gt;Obrigada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #d9ead3;&quot;&gt;&quot;Não sou nada.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca serei nada.&lt;br /&gt;Não posso querer ser nada.&lt;br /&gt;À parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: lightyellow;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Isso me inspirou, me inspira. Alvaro de Campos, em algum lugar, existiu mais que qualquer &quot;Pessoa&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;Eu apenas amo esse poema!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #d9ead3;&quot;&gt;&quot;E penso: talvez nunca vivesses nem estudasses nem amasses nem cresses&lt;br /&gt;(Porque é possível fazer a realidade de tudo isso sem fazer nada disso)&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: lightyellow;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: lightyellow;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAaySFY2lPBYmWBXwsUNvOa7IT5ss1HSjP3qBxFnkZlXH1bGo-jjBAmd6XGU_T0UFYRf2NJjTWBbpipKwmt0jPr38SepfcmLVsGAk2pmuZ9kw1JGKLXcCXtcvgbOEfb1ctool-4Xl1WJE/s1600/a%CC%81lvaro.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAaySFY2lPBYmWBXwsUNvOa7IT5ss1HSjP3qBxFnkZlXH1bGo-jjBAmd6XGU_T0UFYRf2NJjTWBbpipKwmt0jPr38SepfcmLVsGAk2pmuZ9kw1JGKLXcCXtcvgbOEfb1ctool-4Xl1WJE/s400/a%CC%81lvaro.jpeg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/5056577715430418268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/03/alvaro-de-campos-meu-amigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/5056577715430418268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/5056577715430418268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/03/alvaro-de-campos-meu-amigo.html' title='Álvaro de Campos, meu amigo. '/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAaySFY2lPBYmWBXwsUNvOa7IT5ss1HSjP3qBxFnkZlXH1bGo-jjBAmd6XGU_T0UFYRf2NJjTWBbpipKwmt0jPr38SepfcmLVsGAk2pmuZ9kw1JGKLXcCXtcvgbOEfb1ctool-4Xl1WJE/s72-c/a%CC%81lvaro.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-1415128645575276282</id><published>2013-03-10T08:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-19T15:15:58.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parafraseando Carpinejar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot;&gt;Ela gosta de rock, mas também de samba, coisa de negros com rimas fáceis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot;&gt;Ele gosta de rock, samba não dá, mas gosta dela, da menina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Não me aprofundo em nada...&quot; Será?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot;&gt;Músicas eruditas me trazem calma, me param no tempo, me arrepiam. Acho que isso é sentir-se bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot;&gt;Estudar um pouco de tudo e se &#39;mestre&#39; em algo é pouco, e eu sempre digo isso... títulos, não são nada. Mas, amo arte e dela vivo e sem ela, não sei viver. Mas, preciso de equilíbrio, de vida real, pois o pouco que me conheço, me pede que seja assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheço também um pouco de artes cênicas, dança... o bastante pra me arriscar em tudo isso. É, eu me arrisco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot;&gt;Talvez eu seja de Aquário, ele de Capricórnio. rs Uma amiga que adora signos pode explicar isso ... rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot;&gt;Nosso contato era pelo cinema; o cinema dela é através de uma narrativa, de uma história bem amarrada bem contada. O cinema dele é algo autoral, que surpreende e que nomes de diretores são importantes - embora, realente sejam: eles nos dão referência. Ela aprendeu muito com ele. Ele, como já falou, entendeu mais sobre literatura, roteiros e estórias com ela...&lt;br style=&quot;font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot; /&gt;Ela não gosta de receber buquês - flores morrem. Ele é romântico-romântico. Ela gosta de uma flor, colhida na hora, mas de amor a todo momento (e sem hora certa). Ele entendeu tudo isso. Acho que gostou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 17.984375px;&quot;&gt;Diz que critico, confundo. Não. Eu falo muitas vezes o que me doi.&lt;br /&gt;Diz que sou confusa, mas quem não é? Mas sei quem você é, e o que sou. Você sabe também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 17.984375px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 17.984375px;&quot;&gt;Ainda sou incompleta, até meus 80 anos acho que serei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot;&gt;O mais importante de tudo isso é o caráter. Me desculpe se um dia pareci não ter. Sou também fraca, mas acho que o tenho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;display: inline; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot;&gt;Termino essa carta, pra mim mesma, com um trecho de despedida de Carpinejar para uma alguém que um dia foi mais que &amp;nbsp;&#39;uma&#39; em sua vida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;display: inline; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;(...)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;display: inline; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E caráter não é rigor, mas sinceridade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E caráter não é rosto sério, mas riso solto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E caráter não é privação, mas gentileza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caráter não muda como a opinião, como o desejo, não segue a fome, não se diminui com a carência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é lindo ter caráter. E é sensual ter caráter. Caráter é amar antes mesmo das palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caráter gerou as palavras.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 17.984375px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKqEsLMXSrp22qW7mahjjv1ZH0xp064gU78gFldpVFvfKPvc6CNjIiL5gxxNN-4ursydH00IDMIqkU6pHXWT3lpiAGE92xdcHlLDWmlGondITrSJphhjMBgpHQUAplTJG_UfRqYbA1vio/s1600/ambiente_carpinejar_criticas.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;272&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKqEsLMXSrp22qW7mahjjv1ZH0xp064gU78gFldpVFvfKPvc6CNjIiL5gxxNN-4ursydH00IDMIqkU6pHXWT3lpiAGE92xdcHlLDWmlGondITrSJphhjMBgpHQUAplTJG_UfRqYbA1vio/s320/ambiente_carpinejar_criticas.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;display: inline; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot;&gt;Agora, senta aqui, vamos conversar ou apenas ficarmos calados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/1415128645575276282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/03/parafraseando-carpinejar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/1415128645575276282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/1415128645575276282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/03/parafraseando-carpinejar.html' title='Parafraseando Carpinejar'/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKqEsLMXSrp22qW7mahjjv1ZH0xp064gU78gFldpVFvfKPvc6CNjIiL5gxxNN-4ursydH00IDMIqkU6pHXWT3lpiAGE92xdcHlLDWmlGondITrSJphhjMBgpHQUAplTJG_UfRqYbA1vio/s72-c/ambiente_carpinejar_criticas.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-8988938956583367874</id><published>2013-02-20T23:35:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-20T23:35:56.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se fosse ensinar a uma criança a beleza da música - Rubem Alves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;PURO ENCANTO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Se fosse ensinar a uma criança a beleza da música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;não começaria com partituras, notas e pautas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Ouviríamos juntos as melodias mais gostosas e lhe contaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;sobre os instrumentos que fazem a música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Aí, encantada com a beleza da música, ela mesma me pediria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;que lhe ensinasse o mistério daquelas bolinhas pretas escritas sobre cinco linhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Porque as bolinhas pretas e as cinco linhas são apenas ferramentas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;para a produção da beleza musical. A experiência da beleza tem de vir antes&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG2wc_FgEv-_iJjixcoG-9MfKWFP-wGv8Rte9CW4vr5NU0V3ttMZvgfCMSagK5bF4N1LvmSWB5yllc9WSz3RgvfU7jje1qfHzoGMc7SlnKuJfyDW2gwoFpvegpfYXKne3c-nfrHMBckoE/s1600/ra_02.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;212&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG2wc_FgEv-_iJjixcoG-9MfKWFP-wGv8Rte9CW4vr5NU0V3ttMZvgfCMSagK5bF4N1LvmSWB5yllc9WSz3RgvfU7jje1qfHzoGMc7SlnKuJfyDW2gwoFpvegpfYXKne3c-nfrHMBckoE/s320/ra_02.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Imagem do site&amp;nbsp;http://www.blogdomadeira.com.br/voce-reporter/voce-reporter-retratos-de-rubem-alves/&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Rubem Alves&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/8988938956583367874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/02/se-fosse-ensinar-uma-crianca-beleza-da_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/8988938956583367874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/8988938956583367874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/02/se-fosse-ensinar-uma-crianca-beleza-da_20.html' title='Se fosse ensinar a uma criança a beleza da música - Rubem Alves'/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG2wc_FgEv-_iJjixcoG-9MfKWFP-wGv8Rte9CW4vr5NU0V3ttMZvgfCMSagK5bF4N1LvmSWB5yllc9WSz3RgvfU7jje1qfHzoGMc7SlnKuJfyDW2gwoFpvegpfYXKne3c-nfrHMBckoE/s72-c/ra_02.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-8327454946473831314</id><published>2013-02-20T23:22:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-20T23:22:44.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliciem-se com Fernando Pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;CO-MO-VEN-TE! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
Fernando Pessoa em seu simples falar, dá uma aula de literatura e artes.&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, Walter Benjamin... iríamos compartilhar, nós três, eu, você e Pessoa, o bom que é viver a arte, num era? Ah! Ariano Suassuna também entraria nessa roda de &#39;amigos&#39; quase que imaginários e nunca visitos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqNIr_PdXSIPMhJVn9d7Rxp2mYzUobFFflSP__seuVjtBESsaxxh7IIqT03Fe10t8l84krXbiHkC5oTWop9L0Wq_xlHNoSQbPNvjdMcwxCuXyIfJ-KmdmjARJrVeqYGD1WflBvczaF26E/s1600/fernando-pessoa.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqNIr_PdXSIPMhJVn9d7Rxp2mYzUobFFflSP__seuVjtBESsaxxh7IIqT03Fe10t8l84krXbiHkC5oTWop9L0Wq_xlHNoSQbPNvjdMcwxCuXyIfJ-KmdmjARJrVeqYGD1WflBvczaF26E/s320/fernando-pessoa.jpg&quot; width=&quot;261&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot; /&gt;Deliciem-se com Fernando Pessoa:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&quot;ESCREVER é esquecer. A LITERATURA é a maneira mais agradável de ignorar a vida. A música embala, as artes visuais animam, as artes vivas (como a dança e a arte de representar) entretêm... Não é o caso da literatura. Essa simula a vida. UM ROMANCE E´ UMA HISTORIA DO QUE NUNCA FOI E UM DRAMA E´ UM ROMANCE DADO SEM NARRATIVA. Um poema é a expressão de ideias ou de sentimentos em linguagem que ninguém emprega, pois que ninguém fala em verso.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/8327454946473831314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/02/deliciem-se-com-fernando-pessoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/8327454946473831314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/8327454946473831314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/02/deliciem-se-com-fernando-pessoa.html' title='Deliciem-se com Fernando Pessoa'/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqNIr_PdXSIPMhJVn9d7Rxp2mYzUobFFflSP__seuVjtBESsaxxh7IIqT03Fe10t8l84krXbiHkC5oTWop9L0Wq_xlHNoSQbPNvjdMcwxCuXyIfJ-KmdmjARJrVeqYGD1WflBvczaF26E/s72-c/fernando-pessoa.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-7634153201020200430</id><published>2013-02-09T09:19:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2013-03-19T15:32:20.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto de gente de verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de gente que goste de bicho, que prefira ter uma casa pequenininha, mas com um quintal enorme, só pra criar os bichinhos soltos;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de gente que não dá chilique por besteira, nem fica triste com a felicidade alheia;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de gente que goste de carnaval, futebol e se divirta com qualquer coisa (ou com quase nada);&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gente que não critica ritos, ritmos, nem opções... é tão bom ver gente alegre com um simples Axé sem graça, ou um samba desritmado...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gente que ri de si mesma...&lt;br /&gt;
Gente que não tá muito ai pra estria, gordura, ou magreza demais...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gente que não se importa em parecer o &quot;politicamente correto&quot;, pelo simples fato de que ninguém é &amp;nbsp;sempre correto ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gente de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;
Gente que não é regido pelo tempo, mas que rege o tempo ao seu favor;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gente que estuda para viver e não para se adequar ao &#39;mercado de trabalho&#39;;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gente que lê sociologia, filosofia, poesia, literatura... mesmo sem precisar ler sobre nada disso;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gente que olha no olho;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que ri pra uma criança e sempre oferece a ela a possibilidade de sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gente sincera;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Honesta.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gente de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;
Gente que pede desculpa sem vergonha de um dia ter errado...&lt;br /&gt;
Gente que se coloca no lugar do outro;&lt;br /&gt;
Gente que acolhe quem tá de luto;&lt;br /&gt;
Gente que sabe, realmente, o valor do dinheiro...&lt;br /&gt;
Gente que se vê no outro...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gente que se respeita e respeita os outros...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Kalyne Almeida&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/7634153201020200430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/02/gosto-de-gente-de-verdade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/7634153201020200430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/7634153201020200430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/02/gosto-de-gente-de-verdade.html' title='Gosto de gente de verdade'/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-1304359163099918664</id><published>2013-01-29T00:25:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-30T14:48:34.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando a dor é na alma, nem o corpo importa mais - pelas dores de hoje em Santa Maria, RS</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ja pedi ao médico para aplicar uma dose maior. A dor era tanta que aquele veneno, pingando na &amp;nbsp;minha veia, de gota em gota, segundo a segundo, já não dava pra suportar. O médico me disse que já era a maior dose que poderia ser aplicada. Insisti. Ele cedeu.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Quando a dor é muita, a gente pede pra aumentar a dose. As vezes, o pouco, é insuficiente. O insuficiente, nada. O muito, parece acalmar.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Uma dor na carne faz com que a gente queira tirar o corpo da alma. Quando a dor é&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;na alma, nem o corpo importa mais.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
São dois tipos de dores. Mas, são dores. Um dia, quando ela chega, a gente corre; &#39;as vezes, não dá tempo. A gente pede pra aumentar a dose.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Agora, nesse instante, aqui, pertinho de mim, no meu Brasil, lá no Sul, tem um monte de gente pedindo para aumentar a dose. É dor &amp;nbsp;na alma. Nem o corpo, para eles, importa mais.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Olha: o tempo é um médico que, quanto mais (tempo), maior a dose... no tempo certo, a dor vai passando. (Espero, meus queridos, que seja logo).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Olha: buscar o lado mais espiritual é um instrumento inerente a nós, humanos, e faz um bem danado!(não falo de religião, mas da busca pelo conhecimento e compreensão - superior - dos fatos). Busca o que vos acalma.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Olha: cada um de nós sentimos um pedacinho da tua dor. Ainda dói, ainda vai doer por um tempo. Vive o luto, é necessário. Vive a dor. A dose logo será aumentada, e o que tá latente, vai amenizar, vai sendo levado, lentamente, mas, num ritmo único, não curador, mas amenizador... irá amenizar a tua dor...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo vai melhorar. Espera.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Com carinho (e vivendo uma dor por vocês),&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Kalyne Almeida&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinBKg7nRe6plh5ex6aF3wnhapkYhG4tfT-adCVdazZ-D5g3Ua7-9ZMM0FKeciufmU2Slk7ZbMJwU9GdPtAQq6Ak9nINZPY-XV2LpS32cVhKFRNPDBwuKLGiBJZtFkwIp-tK6bQ_7o_reE/s1600/IMG_1458.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;425&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinBKg7nRe6plh5ex6aF3wnhapkYhG4tfT-adCVdazZ-D5g3Ua7-9ZMM0FKeciufmU2Slk7ZbMJwU9GdPtAQq6Ak9nINZPY-XV2LpS32cVhKFRNPDBwuKLGiBJZtFkwIp-tK6bQ_7o_reE/s640/IMG_1458.JPG&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Foto de Ely Marques. Ceará,.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Santa Maria, Rio Grande do Sul, Meninos e meninas da Boate Kiss: força!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/1304359163099918664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/01/uma-dor-na-alma-nem-o-corpo-importa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/1304359163099918664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/1304359163099918664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/01/uma-dor-na-alma-nem-o-corpo-importa.html' title='Quando a dor é na alma, nem o corpo importa mais - pelas dores de hoje em Santa Maria, RS'/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinBKg7nRe6plh5ex6aF3wnhapkYhG4tfT-adCVdazZ-D5g3Ua7-9ZMM0FKeciufmU2Slk7ZbMJwU9GdPtAQq6Ak9nINZPY-XV2LpS32cVhKFRNPDBwuKLGiBJZtFkwIp-tK6bQ_7o_reE/s72-c/IMG_1458.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-2401941260895991292</id><published>2013-01-02T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-02T11:45:45.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou cansado da inteligência - Álvaro de Campos</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h4 class=&quot;tituloPost&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #f8f8ef; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px; margin: 5px 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Estou cansado da inteligência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: #f8f8ef; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-top: 8px; padding: 0px; visibility: visible;&quot;&gt;
Pensar faz mal às emoções.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;line-height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Uma grande reacção aparece.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;line-height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Chora-se de repente, e todas as tias mortas fazem chá de novo&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;line-height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Na casa antiga da quinta velha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;line-height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Pára, meu coração!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;line-height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Sossega, minha esperança fictícia!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;line-height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Quem me dera nunca ter sido senão o menino que fui…&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;line-height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Meu sono bom porque tinha simplesmente sono e não ideias que esquecer!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;line-height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Meu horizonte de quintal e praia!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;line-height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Meu fim antes do princípio!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: #f8f8ef; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-top: 8px; padding: 0px; visibility: visible;&quot;&gt;
Estou cansado da inteligência.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;line-height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Se ao menos com ela se apercebesse qualquer coisa!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;line-height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Mas só percebo um cansaço no fundo, como baixam na taça&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;line-height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Aquelas coisas que o vinho tem e amodorram o vinho.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: #f8f8ef; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-top: 8px; padding: 0px; visibility: visible;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: #f8f8ef; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-top: 8px; padding: 0px; visibility: visible;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: #f8f8ef; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-top: 8px; padding: 0px; visibility: visible;&quot;&gt;
Do meu amado Alvaro de Campos.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/2401941260895991292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/01/estou-cansado-da-inteligencia-alvaro-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/2401941260895991292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/2401941260895991292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2013/01/estou-cansado-da-inteligencia-alvaro-de.html' title='Estou cansado da inteligência - Álvaro de Campos'/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-7296528694361459594</id><published>2012-09-15T12:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-15T13:27:42.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Com o coração na mão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdy7zWUS6CZ4335Qm98tVqII7ylGwrkja_MvSPLt2hqSx2CBPWjojpklTiuBzttkT8W5_HpmwzWSw3Rup3UW7Pc0vED_I3xTIn7Rrs1EwS223nKNiOKRpvp4mxa_jF9AZTiMRhX89K0g/s1600/cora%C3%A7ao+na+mao.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;260&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdy7zWUS6CZ4335Qm98tVqII7ylGwrkja_MvSPLt2hqSx2CBPWjojpklTiuBzttkT8W5_HpmwzWSw3Rup3UW7Pc0vED_I3xTIn7Rrs1EwS223nKNiOKRpvp4mxa_jF9AZTiMRhX89K0g/s320/cora%C3%A7ao+na+mao.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Com o coração na mão&lt;br /&gt;
Livro na cabeceira&lt;br /&gt;
Olhos no lustre&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quarto fechado&lt;br /&gt;
Veludo na parede&lt;br /&gt;
Tapete no chão&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ana acorda&lt;br /&gt;
Na ocasião,&lt;br /&gt;
não está dormindo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pega o livro&lt;br /&gt;
Com o coração na mão&lt;br /&gt;
Mão na consciência&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Abre a primeira página&lt;br /&gt;
Fecha-se para o mundo&lt;br /&gt;
Sorri&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cai um dedo d&#39;água&lt;br /&gt;
No formato de lágrima&lt;br /&gt;
Segura a garganta&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pensa que dormir resolve&lt;br /&gt;
Resolve não&lt;br /&gt;
Olha para o lustre&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Com a mão na consciência&lt;br /&gt;
o coração na mão&lt;br /&gt;
e pensamentos distantes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Resolve sair por ai&lt;br /&gt;
Sem se levantar da cama&lt;br /&gt;
Apenas viajando em nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ana, deitada, sonha,&lt;br /&gt;
Sem dormir&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;***&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;fr&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; background-image: url(http://pnsdr.com/img/comllas.gif); background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; padding: 5px 10px 0px 40px;&quot;&gt;
tudo dito,&lt;br /&gt;nada feito,&lt;br /&gt;fito e deito&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;i class=&quot;aut&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin: 0px; padding: 2px 0px 2px 35px;&quot;&gt;Paulo Leminski&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/7296528694361459594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2012/09/com-o-coracao-na-mao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/7296528694361459594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/7296528694361459594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2012/09/com-o-coracao-na-mao.html' title='Com o coração na mão'/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdy7zWUS6CZ4335Qm98tVqII7ylGwrkja_MvSPLt2hqSx2CBPWjojpklTiuBzttkT8W5_HpmwzWSw3Rup3UW7Pc0vED_I3xTIn7Rrs1EwS223nKNiOKRpvp4mxa_jF9AZTiMRhX89K0g/s72-c/cora%C3%A7ao+na+mao.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-2770642937054867292</id><published>2012-08-14T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-14T11:59:04.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistura, a gente vê por aqui  =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Cara de índio, cabelo de preto, pele cor de branco.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Cabelo pixaim que dá pra &quot;arear panela&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;O sol queima a pele - de tão branca que é a pele dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Uma europeia-brasileira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Uma misturada à brasileira.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Uma brasileira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mistura, a gente vê por aqui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk4fk4RhGz1TleX9agbZpkNH-_BQxo1O8YtFrqB4QVJSE9-kN0fwyzkC6URySzaNKMiZNaGbYgU0yT8JamcGT_b0KTEOZ7rl-ibHroS7TpjxZ32vTS2kk28OS1mujahUVj73GKgpAH0ao/s1600/OgAAAPKj9TEMZ2_glmJliPbuK-bhzdmInQf7YbJdQdJhis3QdiUAjywd85ZMR2V7cpFnMlnR1OZO7x3Yz6xfoEGdknUAm1T1ULrpD7tHFmXJmBiEkg9GyKFi67Wg.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;237&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk4fk4RhGz1TleX9agbZpkNH-_BQxo1O8YtFrqB4QVJSE9-kN0fwyzkC6URySzaNKMiZNaGbYgU0yT8JamcGT_b0KTEOZ7rl-ibHroS7TpjxZ32vTS2kk28OS1mujahUVj73GKgpAH0ao/s320/OgAAAPKj9TEMZ2_glmJliPbuK-bhzdmInQf7YbJdQdJhis3QdiUAjywd85ZMR2V7cpFnMlnR1OZO7x3Yz6xfoEGdknUAm1T1ULrpD7tHFmXJmBiEkg9GyKFi67Wg.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;(arte, mistura, miscigenação, racismo)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/2770642937054867292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2012/08/mistura-gente-ve-por-aqui-p.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/2770642937054867292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/2770642937054867292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2012/08/mistura-gente-ve-por-aqui-p.html' title='Mistura, a gente vê por aqui  =P'/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk4fk4RhGz1TleX9agbZpkNH-_BQxo1O8YtFrqB4QVJSE9-kN0fwyzkC6URySzaNKMiZNaGbYgU0yT8JamcGT_b0KTEOZ7rl-ibHroS7TpjxZ32vTS2kk28OS1mujahUVj73GKgpAH0ao/s72-c/OgAAAPKj9TEMZ2_glmJliPbuK-bhzdmInQf7YbJdQdJhis3QdiUAjywd85ZMR2V7cpFnMlnR1OZO7x3Yz6xfoEGdknUAm1T1ULrpD7tHFmXJmBiEkg9GyKFi67Wg.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-1518473800673717593</id><published>2012-08-03T08:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-03T08:31:03.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ariano disse:</title><content type='html'>&quot;E macaco já nasce macaco e gente já nasce gente.&quot; Rá!&lt;br /&gt;
Ariano Seassuna</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/1518473800673717593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2012/08/e-macaco-ja-nasce-macaco-e-gente-ja.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/1518473800673717593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/1518473800673717593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2012/08/e-macaco-ja-nasce-macaco-e-gente-ja.html' title='Ariano disse:'/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-2639448044284495400</id><published>2012-07-18T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-18T18:26:09.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sambinha triste</title><content type='html'>Agonia é dor que o peito teima em gemer.&lt;br /&gt;
É flor que a pétala deixa cair.&lt;br /&gt;
É embaraço na alma.&lt;br /&gt;
Respiração pausada, ofegante.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Agonia é dor que não tem cor.&lt;br /&gt;
É cinza, foge o colorido, entra a solidão.&lt;br /&gt;
É conter-se com o que tem.&lt;br /&gt;
Gemer sem ter o que se tem.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Agonia é dor.&lt;br /&gt;
Pode ser de amor.&lt;br /&gt;
Pede pra ter fim,&lt;br /&gt;
assim, enfim.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/2639448044284495400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2012/07/sambinha-triste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/2639448044284495400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/2639448044284495400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2012/07/sambinha-triste.html' title='Sambinha triste'/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-4231832050187569493</id><published>2012-07-18T15:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-18T15:40:14.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proporções</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Corra contra o tempo, contra todos, contra tudo.&lt;br /&gt;
Contra tudo o que te prende.&lt;br /&gt;
Liberte-se.&lt;br /&gt;
Libere.&lt;br /&gt;
Não corras.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pare&lt;br /&gt;
Pra pensar no que te faz bem.&lt;br /&gt;
No que te deixa em paz.&lt;br /&gt;
O que te deixa realmente ser quem és.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jogue.&lt;br /&gt;
Fora o que já não cabe.&lt;br /&gt;
O excesso.&lt;br /&gt;
O que pode ser entulho.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Vasculhe.&lt;br /&gt;
Dentro de ti o que deixa bem.&lt;br /&gt;
O que te faz bem.&lt;br /&gt;
O que tu tens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sejas.&lt;br /&gt;
Eterno em tua finitude.&lt;br /&gt;
Concreto em tua abstração.&lt;br /&gt;
Completo na escassez.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tenha.&lt;br /&gt;
Medo do escuro.&lt;br /&gt;
Conforto na dor.&lt;br /&gt;
Sabedoria no amor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Queira.&lt;br /&gt;
Aprender com a dor.&lt;br /&gt;
Sentir o amor.&lt;br /&gt;
Crescer sem pudor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perca.&lt;br /&gt;
Perdedores sempre vencem.&lt;br /&gt;
Quando não competem.&lt;br /&gt;
Quando não lutam pelo primeiro lugar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando não tem medo de perder, parar, vasculhar, jogar, ser, ter, querer, perder.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/4231832050187569493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2012/07/proporcoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/4231832050187569493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/4231832050187569493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2012/07/proporcoes.html' title='Proporções'/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-5580723194003442315</id><published>2012-06-09T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-09T21:03:02.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Obrigada por me fazer um cafuné com as palavras.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/5580723194003442315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2012/06/obrigada-por-me-fazer-um-cafune-com-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/5580723194003442315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/5580723194003442315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2012/06/obrigada-por-me-fazer-um-cafune-com-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-1880175312215459713</id><published>2012-06-06T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-06T20:03:07.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulher de 30 e Arnaldo Jabor. Considerações iniciais.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRnKLGLqzbiOSLX801NAOOHfdlY4SFXrNd9e6dAABq0RPKn9yd32j2LacQs3xuCyRBog_cjmsqHsCEyXhCSTY1GvC4aySGGHeoV4FSrr3n3-rMp6lq9TQWLsu8kDrYXDovFPcXvlvFf58/s1600/483282_388192664534007_513528847_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRnKLGLqzbiOSLX801NAOOHfdlY4SFXrNd9e6dAABq0RPKn9yd32j2LacQs3xuCyRBog_cjmsqHsCEyXhCSTY1GvC4aySGGHeoV4FSrr3n3-rMp6lq9TQWLsu8kDrYXDovFPcXvlvFf58/s320/483282_388192664534007_513528847_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Instrução de uso: antes de ler o texto a baixo, clica na imagem. Texto de Jabor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Talvez nem tenha sido o Jabor o autor desse texto, mas que é factual, ah, isso é. Simples assim: não tenho 30 anos ainda (jaja terei =O ) maaasssssss, que &#39;mulher de 30&#39; hoje em dia é, além de inteligente, bonita e pós- graduada, ah(!), isso é, meus caros! Ainda por cima, independente (mesmo que MORE na casa dos pais). É independente porque não se submete. Não se submete porque já tem idade pra saber um pouco mais sobre a vida. &amp;nbsp;Simples, ne? É independente porque sabe identificar os indícios antes do fogo (uma alusão a: &#39;onde há fumaça há fogo&#39;), então, vendo a fumaça, manda o carinha p-a-s-s-e-a-r ( pra não dizer &#39;pastar&#39;). É independente porque já viveu, viu e ouviu e, diferente de muitos meninos travestidos de homens,não passou a vida inteira achando que ia encontrar uma &#39;mãe&#39; e casar com ela! Tharannnn!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Voltando a questão &#39;se o texto é ou não do Jabor&#39;, lembro-me de muitas coisas que ele já disse e/ou fez - algumas são tão absurdas que olhar prum carinha de direita é, hoje, pra uma &#39;quase mulher de 30&#39;, uma espécie de atentado à inteligência. Rá! Brincadeira. Ele é inofensivo, mesmo estando e falando palavras moldáveis e midiáticas em horário nobre e em telejornais tendenciosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Sr. Jabor, obrigada por pensar por muitos &#39;meninos de 30, que tem cabeça de 15&#39;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;* o &#39;pós-graduanda&#39; é só pra dar charme, pois títulos não são necessários messsmo. E meus aplausos pro cineasta Arnaldo Jabor, que, em meio a crise que envolveu o cinema brasileiro no início dos anos 90, começou a &#39;rebolar&#39; escrevendo crônicas e agora voltou a fazer filmes. Viver de cinema no Brasil é uma arte antes mesmo de falar o &#39;gravando&#39;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/1880175312215459713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2012/06/mulher-de-30-e-arnaldo-jabor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/1880175312215459713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/1880175312215459713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2012/06/mulher-de-30-e-arnaldo-jabor.html' title='Mulher de 30 e Arnaldo Jabor. Considerações iniciais.'/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRnKLGLqzbiOSLX801NAOOHfdlY4SFXrNd9e6dAABq0RPKn9yd32j2LacQs3xuCyRBog_cjmsqHsCEyXhCSTY1GvC4aySGGHeoV4FSrr3n3-rMp6lq9TQWLsu8kDrYXDovFPcXvlvFf58/s72-c/483282_388192664534007_513528847_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-2257459961823243963</id><published>2012-06-04T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-04T11:33:22.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nao adianta chorar: o deleite ja foi derramado</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta chorar o leite derramado.&lt;br /&gt;
Jorrar o choro&lt;br /&gt;
Pedir desculpas&lt;br /&gt;
querer ficar em paz&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rompe teu choro.&lt;br /&gt;
Trava-o na garganta.&lt;br /&gt;
Quem sabe assim, nao ficas mais.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Não adianta querer se deleitar no leite que derramasses.&lt;br /&gt;
No liquido que azedou.&lt;br /&gt;
querer repor.&lt;br /&gt;
dizer quem és sem rancor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Agora senta.&lt;br /&gt;
Sente a dor. &lt;br /&gt;
Lamenta a partida do amor.&lt;br /&gt;
Tenta ver o que sobrou.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Agora abraça-me,&lt;br /&gt;
pois uma quase fui&lt;br /&gt;
uma&lt;br /&gt;
quase fui&lt;br /&gt;
tua.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Agarra-me &lt;br /&gt;
Pois quase deixei&lt;br /&gt;
de ser uma&lt;br /&gt;
de ser&lt;br /&gt;
tua.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/2257459961823243963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2012/06/nao-adianta-chorar-o-leite-derramado.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/2257459961823243963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/2257459961823243963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2012/06/nao-adianta-chorar-o-leite-derramado.html' title='Nao adianta chorar: o deleite ja foi derramado'/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-7066533150079029537</id><published>2012-05-25T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-25T16:08:04.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E o que me falta é apenas aquilo que o dinheiro pode comprar. De resto, tenho tudo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAlW7uhpgyBBTd4EmRL0iHSEp4M5daYoCM-DTk8SppDo4KdJDdjcYsgXBWZ7ZLvsojTmbWH-WmJdQauex6NoOUdpK4NuwL_ciKuJ6XIrTb73kmFO4gL-zVVVH2kei1WBAaTDLUibQXGVk/s1600/amor1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAlW7uhpgyBBTd4EmRL0iHSEp4M5daYoCM-DTk8SppDo4KdJDdjcYsgXBWZ7ZLvsojTmbWH-WmJdQauex6NoOUdpK4NuwL_ciKuJ6XIrTb73kmFO4gL-zVVVH2kei1WBAaTDLUibQXGVk/s320/amor1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Foto: Alexandre Hamada Possi / Flickr / CC</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/7066533150079029537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2012/05/e-o-que-me-falta-e-apenas-aquilo-que-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/7066533150079029537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/7066533150079029537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2012/05/e-o-que-me-falta-e-apenas-aquilo-que-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAlW7uhpgyBBTd4EmRL0iHSEp4M5daYoCM-DTk8SppDo4KdJDdjcYsgXBWZ7ZLvsojTmbWH-WmJdQauex6NoOUdpK4NuwL_ciKuJ6XIrTb73kmFO4gL-zVVVH2kei1WBAaTDLUibQXGVk/s72-c/amor1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809998153340459901.post-3990061953614611557</id><published>2012-05-17T15:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-17T22:25:07.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamlet, o medo e a paz</title><content type='html'>Acho que vou ali ler um pouco de Hamlet&lt;br /&gt;
Contar um pouco dos segredos da vida&lt;br /&gt;
Dos obscuros da morte&lt;br /&gt;
Dos espectros que não existem&lt;br /&gt;
E que teimam em nos assombrar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Vou ali ler um pouco de Hamlet&lt;br /&gt;
Conhecer a vida dos outros&lt;br /&gt;
Sem ao menos perguntar&lt;br /&gt;
Chegar perto de Shakspeare&lt;br /&gt;
da megera domada, de Otelo&lt;br /&gt;
Ser artista num palco armado para matar, &lt;br /&gt;
mas que só se pensa em amar&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/feeds/3990061953614611557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2012/05/hamlet-o-medo-e-paz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/3990061953614611557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809998153340459901/posts/default/3990061953614611557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comocoracaonamao.blogspot.com/2012/05/hamlet-o-medo-e-paz.html' title='Hamlet, o medo e a paz'/><author><name>Kalyne Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12729548083577842189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQ4aN_Bq-WD9c-ujJnZ5kJBSMMkE5ArLeOEJkKPy4GpugzJWrcV_DWiubbyJEOpOIneAQNSkkqQDcjDMKl4CaJ9aWJjE21YRsMSvkw0CZRPjQQvst8eLPplwv77ryzTQ/s220/DSC00816.JPGh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>