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Pedro 1º, já se interessava por botânica. Como tinha saudades do Palácio de Viena, o imperador trouxe sementes de Impatiens, que foram plantadas no Jardim Botânico. O que não se imaginava na época é que a espécie se adaptaria tão bem. Por 'dar' em qualquer clima e local, ganhou o nome vulgar de maria-sem-vergonha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://revistacasaejardim.globo.com/Casaejardim/0,25928,EJE1677399-2194,00.html"&gt;http://revistacasaejardim.globo.com/Casaejardim/0,25928,EJE1677399-2194,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amor Barato (Chico Buarque e Francis Hime)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Eu queria ser&lt;br /&gt; Um tipo de compositor&lt;br /&gt; Capaz de cantar nosso amor&lt;br /&gt; Modesto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um tipo de amor&lt;br /&gt; Que é de mendigar cafuné&lt;br /&gt; Que é pobre e às vezes nem é&lt;br /&gt; Honesto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pechincha de amor&lt;br /&gt; Mas que eu faço tanta questão&lt;br /&gt; Que se tiver precisão&lt;br /&gt; Eu furto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vem cá, meu amor&lt;br /&gt; Aguenta o teu cantador&lt;br /&gt; Me esquenta porque o cobertor é curto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas levo esse amor&lt;br /&gt; Com o zelo de quem leva o andor&lt;br /&gt; Eu velo pelo meu amor&lt;br /&gt; Que sonha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que enfim, nosso amor&lt;br /&gt; Também pode ter seu valor&lt;br /&gt; Também é um tipo de flor&lt;br /&gt; Que nem outro tipo de flor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dum tipo que tem&lt;br /&gt; Que não deve nada a ninguém&lt;br /&gt; Que dá mais que maria-sem-vergonha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu queria ser&lt;br /&gt; Um tipo de compositor&lt;br /&gt; Capaz de cantar nosso amor&lt;br /&gt; Barato&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um tipo de amor&lt;br /&gt; Que é de esfarrapar e cerzir&lt;br /&gt; Que é de comer e cuspir&lt;br /&gt; No prato&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas levo esse amor&lt;br /&gt; Com zelo de quem leva o andor&lt;br /&gt; Eu velo pelo meu amor&lt;br /&gt; Que sonha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que, enfim, nosso amor&lt;br /&gt; Também pode ter seu valor&lt;br /&gt; Também é um tipo de flor&lt;br /&gt; Que nem outro tipo de flor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Dum tipo que tem&lt;br /&gt; Que não deve nada a ninguém&lt;br /&gt; Que dá mais que maria-sem-vergonha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155225413217453481-1601221485883905541?l=mundodetarcila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OMundoDeTarcila/~4/IaS9zOJPlnM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OMundoDeTarcila/~3/IaS9zOJPlnM/amor-barato.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tarcila)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0_6Uz7rgDcw/TrfNZMhUoDI/AAAAAAAACL0/xxioYUH2J7E/s72-c/Maria.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundodetarcila.blogspot.com/2011/11/amor-barato.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155225413217453481.post-1690718628236027885</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Nov 2011 16:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-03T14:44:29.072-02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Não morra ignorante</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cultura</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Informações</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Língua Portuguesa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leitura</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dicas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cidadania</category><title>Fôra ou fora? 1º Da série: "Não morra ignorante"</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zDaHX6o0R-g/TrK-xmGS5sI/AAAAAAAACLc/RWpphpXbbQY/s1600/Gram%25C3%25A1tica%2Bintrodu%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zDaHX6o0R-g/TrK-xmGS5sI/AAAAAAAACLc/RWpphpXbbQY/s320/Gram%25C3%25A1tica%2Bintrodu%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670804640062695106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acabei de criar outra "série" para o blog: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Não morra ignorante"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imbuída do mesmo sentimento que motivou Sócrates a dizer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Só sei que nada sei"&lt;/span&gt;, cheguei à conclusão de que, apesar de estudar a língua portuguesa há 23 anos (no mínimo), todo dia me deparo com uma dúvida e surpresa. E não estou nem falando das mudança gramaticais da última reforma, pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje precisei conjugar o verbo ir em uma petição. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Debilmente&lt;/span&gt; digitei no "word":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A sentença fôra prolatada..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Péééééééééééém! (Sirene imaginária que ecoou na minha cabeça, quando o "Word", demasiadamente esperto, grifou o "fôra" de vermelho, sugerindo trocá-lo por "fora".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pára tudo! (Pára ou para?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Esse programinha de computador é um desaforado"- pensei eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois me bateu a dúvida: será que a tal reforma mudou isso também? "Fôra" vai ficar como "fora"? Tipo o oposto daquilo que não está "dentro" (fora)... ou tipo aquele que você dá num cara chatíssimo que insiste em saber seu telefone (fora?)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É. Eu me irrito com dúvidas e não consigo terminar algo sem elucidá-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qual não foi minha surpresa, quando descobri que "fora" (sim, "fora"), do verbo ir, nunca teve acento! E eu nem posso culpar a reforma gramatical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei no site da&lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/educacao/ult305u441414.shtml"&gt; Folha&lt;/a&gt; um esculacho ao meu conhecimento gramatical da língua portuguesa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///D:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cwvwy%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt; 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coro (ô), substantivo, e coro (ó), flexão de corar; deste (ê), contracção da preposição de com o demonstrativo este, e deste (é), flexão de dar; fora (ô), flexão de ser e ir, e fora (ó), advérbio, interjeição e substantivo; piloto (ô), substantivo e piloto (ó), flexão de pilotar; etc."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Depois, achei num outro site (bem mais simpático), &lt;a href="http://cursodeportugues.blogarium.net/acento-diferencial/"&gt;Cursode portugues&lt;/a&gt; , a mesma explicação e alguns outros exemplos ilustrativos, que me atrevo a copiar abaixo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fiquei bem feliz em saber que eu não era única a achar que "fora" era "fôra"... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ufa... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vivendo e aprendendo, né?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cursodeportugues.blogarium.net/acento-diferencial/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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E assim vou gastando os dias de minha vida: alimentando um círculo vicioso que adoraria destruir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Queria saborear momentos de estabilidade, sentir a segurança de “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quem lê os capítulos da novela&lt;/span&gt;” e sabe que a mocinha “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vai se dar bem no fina&lt;/span&gt;l”, mesmo assistindo ela se despedaçar no episódio do dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas a vida não tem sinopse, resumo e muito menos script. Pra piorar, não tem nem um único autor responsável. Cada capítulo depende de você mesmo, das outras pessoas, do tempo, do clima, da conjuntura política, astrológica (?), do destino (?) e, porque não(?), de Deus (para os que têm fé).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então, se algo está fora do controle, saiu da linha, parece torto e você não sabe o que fazer... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boas novas: não há nem a quem culpar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sim: suas atitudes têm participação majoritária e quase sempre são elas que decidem o que vai te acontecer. &lt;/span&gt;Mas, às vezes, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as coisas simplesmente não têm que acontecer&lt;/span&gt;”: daí o universo conspira, todos os outros “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;redatores&lt;/span&gt;” se juntam e resolvem que as coisas não sairão como você deseja. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É nesse momento que você percebe que não adianta continuar esmurrando a “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ponta da faca&lt;/span&gt;”. Mas essa descoberta não aplaca a dor de saber que não se pode mudar determinadas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É aí que nós humanos nos perdemos... nessa tênue diferença entre aquilo que podemos mudar e aquilo que não.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Antes fosse simples e existissem aqueles rótulos de advertência, como nos produtos de consumo perigoso: “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;O Ministério da Vida adverte: se você continuar assim, vai se lascar.”,&lt;/span&gt; ou, “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Ministério da Vida adverte: não desista, nem todos os obstáculos são intransponíveis”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tá: não é assim.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Na real? “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Mistério da Vida adverte: reflita. Nada é certo nessa vida.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então, voltando dessa digressão barata sobre a vida, para a minha simplória e medíocre vidinha: acho que vou ter que engolir o círculo vicioso...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vou começar o dia de hoje, chegando às mesmas conclusões, tomando as mesmas decisões. Talvez, ao cair da noite, eu termine com as mesmas dúvidas.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ou não&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas já que não há opção, só me resta continuar seguindo o script... e mantendo aceso o desejo de que tudo dê certo. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esperança é o que resta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oração que adoro e tenho impressa e colada ao lado do meu computador de trabalho:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Concedei-nos, Senhor, a serenidade necessária para aceitar as coisas que não podemos modificar, coragem para modificar aquelas que podemos e sabedoria para distinguir umas das outras”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Atribuem a Reinhold Niebuhr, um teólogo estadounidense, mas não asseguro a fonte).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155225413217453481-1652469465999108361?l=mundodetarcila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Mas como todo amor, precisa de retorno.&lt;br /&gt;E amar é complicado mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;O Amor não pode fazer exigências... mas precisa de um retorno, senão corre o risco de simplesmente acabar... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Por isso não demora que a historia passa e pode me levar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E eu não quero ir, não posso ir pra lado algum&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto não voltar&lt;br /&gt;Não quero que isso aqui dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Vá embora e tome outro lugar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;L'amour... infinito (enquanto dure, né Vinícius?).&lt;br /&gt;Dá pra durar pra sempre (há quem diga)...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a chave seja essa: correspondência...&lt;br /&gt;Como saber?&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra saber... então só escutemos as belíssimas músicas que tentam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155225413217453481-3803704909093341273?l=mundodetarcila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Fato. Mas quem criticar, sem ter assistido ao filme, estará sendo somente preconceituoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Essa é a ótica de alguém que foi apenas se "divertir" no cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- O maior atrativo do filme é simplesmente ser os Smurfs... foi muito bom revê-los... Nem tinha percebido como eles faziam falta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok. Deixemos os preconceitos de lado e encaremos os fatos: os pequeninos azuis voltaram! Sim! E ficaram perdidos em Nova York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá. Assim como eu (que também era fã do desenho), você deve estar pensando: "Uow... que merda! Eles moram na Floresta...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É verdade... e foi uma delícia ver a aldeia dos Smurfs logo no começo... Mas se eles não tivessem se &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"smurfado"&lt;/span&gt; para Nova York, talvez o filme não tivesse sido tão divertido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui assistir despretensiosamente. E fui surpreendida positivamente! Ganhei 2 horas de diversão banhada a nostalgia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGt57jM9MZw/Tm4KHm0FL7I/AAAAAAAACJo/-Q_A9RP4zuM/s1600/gargamel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGt57jM9MZw/Tm4KHm0FL7I/AAAAAAAACJo/-Q_A9RP4zuM/s320/gargamel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651465708190904242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hank Azaria dá um show na pele de Gargamel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente só vi a versão dublada (era a única disponível no momento), mas já estou providenciando assistir o original... afinal quero também escutar a atuação dele. E a de Katy Perry... que deu voz à única Smurf menina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra grata surpresa que (eu) tive foi a participação da atriz Jayma Mays, a "não me TOC",  Emma Pillsbury, do seriado &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt;. Ela consegue estar ainda mais fofa no filme: gravidinha, esposa amorosa e compreensiva e... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;melhor (única?) amiga de Smurfete!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gDwsFRZG7WQ/Tm4KymkykBI/AAAAAAAACJw/mtiXluqqRV0/s1600/filmes_716_Os-Smurfs-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gDwsFRZG7WQ/Tm4KymkykBI/AAAAAAAACJw/mtiXluqqRV0/s320/filmes_716_Os-Smurfs-18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651466446861144082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil Patrick Harris é o esposo da fofíssima, um publicitário que precisa urgente de uma ótima campanha que agrade sua chefe chata, para não ficar desempregado às vésperas de ser papai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resumo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graças a Desastrado, Gargamel e Cruel, os principais Smurfs acabam indo parar, acidentalmente, em New York City. A partir daí os pequeninos azuis fazem amizade com um "casal fofo" e vivem juntos algumas aventuras fantásticas, tentando voltar para a Floresta Encantada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O gato Cruel rouba a cena! Junto com Gargamel, garantem muitas risadas nas vilanias bobas para caçar os Smurfs! Aliás, até agora eu rio recordando como Gargamel é idiota! O que seria dele sem aquele gato?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;spoiler&gt;&lt;/spoiler&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Spoiler)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas tiradas do filme são geniais: pequenas besteiras que dão um toque especial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;O 1º contato do Papai-Smurf com o GOOGLE... (Uau)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gargamel descobre um aspirador de pó para facilitar a caça aos Smurfs e, é claro, colocá-los no saco... (sucesso hein?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cruel é ainda mais ácido que no desenho animado (Rwonn): genial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;O momento que eles brincam de "rock band" para distrair... (Sensacional)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-307G-2X6ymQ/Tm4LT9TIAHI/AAAAAAAACJ4/nM8cRnqB4Mg/s1600/1311331450405_ORIGINAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-307G-2X6ymQ/Tm4LT9TIAHI/AAAAAAAACJ4/nM8cRnqB4Mg/s320/1311331450405_ORIGINAL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651467019896750194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smurfete ganha um vestido novinho e posa de Marilyn Monroe muito fofa!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;E consegue perder a cena para o Smurf Escocês... que posa de Marilyn também... fazendo voar o seu "Kilt" típico.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ranzinza tem o seu momento "desabafo" e escolhe uma MM's de pelúcia para ouvi-lo... (risos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A temática &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"que horas termos um filho"&lt;/span&gt; foi muito bem retratada no filme... e os conselhos de Papai Smurf fizeram qualquer coração de gelo se derreter...  (Tenho que dizer que saí do cinema, morrendo de vontade de ter um bebê... já que um Smurf não rola mesmo né...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;fim do="" spoiler=""&gt;&lt;/fim&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Fim do Spoiler)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, é um filme excelente, para o que se propõe! A mistura desenho-realidade não ficou grotesca e as caracterizações foram fiéis ao desenho original! Perfeito para crianças e mais ainda para adultos que, quando criança, assistiam Smurfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E o mais importante:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixa você com aquele gostinho de "saudade"...&lt;br /&gt;e com o Lá-lá-lá-lá dos infernos na cabeça! (Pelo menos substitui a música dos Pôneis Malditos... ¬¬)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais que recomendado, SMURF Recomendado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155225413217453481-9016372168805752141?l=mundodetarcila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Tipo... todo mundo já se sentiu um bobo... apaixonado e ignorado... exatamente como a música fala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá. Se você nunca se sentiu assim... sorte sua! Ou azar...&lt;br /&gt;Ser rejeitado, às vezes, nos faz pessoas melhores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se porque tinha esquecido dessa música... que eu ouvi repetidas vezes na minha adolescência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem... adoro escutá-la... e por mais patética que ela faça a pessoa se sentir, ao se identificar... ainda assim... te dá aquela sensação boa... de quem ouve uma boa música... e percebe que as coisas nunca são tão ruins quanto você imagina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kissing A Fool&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"You are far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;When I could have been your star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;You listened to people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Who scared you to death, and from my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Strange that you were strong enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;To even make a start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;But you'll never find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace of mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Till you listen to your heart&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;You can never change the way they feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Better let them do just what they want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;For they will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;If you let them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Steal your heart from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Will always make a lover feel a fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;But you knew I loved you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;We could have shown them all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;We should have seen love through&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fooled me with the tears in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Covered me with kisses and lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;So bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;But please don't take my heart&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'm never gonna be your star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll pick up the pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;And mend my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll be strong enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know where to start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'll never find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace of mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;While I listen to my heart&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;You can never change the way they feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Better let them do just what they want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;For they will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;If you let them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Steal your heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And People...&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Will always make a lover feel a fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;But you knew I loved you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;We could have shown them all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;We should have seen love through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;But remember this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Every other kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;That you ever give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Long as we both live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;When you need the hand of another man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;One you really can surrender with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I will wait for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Like I always do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;There's something there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;That can't compare with any other&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;When I could have been your star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;You listened to people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Who scared you to death, and from my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Strange that I was wrong enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;To think you'd love me too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess you were kissing a fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You must have been kissing a fool&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(George Michael)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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Longe do mundo: não desse mundo que existe e me faz continuar vivendo... Mas do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Mundo de Tarcila”&lt;/span&gt;: aquele que é repleto de sonhos e cheio de coisas especiais. O meu mundo... aquilo que eu quero pra mim, pra quem eu amo, e também todas as coisas que eu poderia ser... meus sonhos, meus desejos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Há muito tempo longe de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155225413217453481-2767946979626619845?l=mundodetarcila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dct_ddWLjiY/TfujZMJcppI/AAAAAAAACHg/dOJ4DR1K1cU/s320/i_love_the_way_you_lie_by_godessisis-d2z6h2n_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619264613227734674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;but that's all right because I like  the way it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;but that's all  right because I love the way you lie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(Love the way you lie- Part II- Rihanna)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passando apenas para não deixar o mês de junho em branco. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Precisando urgente encontrar paciência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Paciência&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; é uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virtude" title="Virtude"&gt;virtude&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; de manter um controle emocional equilibrado, sem perder a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calma" title="Calma" class="mw-redirect"&gt;calma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, ao longo do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tempo" title="Tempo"&gt;tempo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Consiste basicamente de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toler%C3%A2ncia" title="Tolerância"&gt;tolerância&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a erros ou fatos indesejados. É a capacidade de suportar incômodos e dificuldades de toda ordem, de qualquer hora ou em qualquer lugar. É a capacidade de persistir em uma atividade difícil, tendo ação tranqüila e acreditando que você irá conseguir o que quer, de ser perseverante, de esperar o momento certo para certas atitudes, de aguardar em paz a compreensão que ainda não se tenha obtido , capacidade de ouvir alguém, com calma, com atenção, sem ter pressa, capacidade de se libertar da ansiedade. A tolerância e a paciência são fontes de apoio seguro nos quais podemos confiar. Ser paciente é ser educado, ser humanizado e saber agir com calma e com tolerância. A paciência também é uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caridade" title="Caridade"&gt;caridade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; quando praticada nos relacionamentos interpessoais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diz-se que dentre as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sete_virtudes" title="Sete virtudes"&gt;sete virtudes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, a mais difícil de desenvolver é a paciência, mas uma vez desenvolvida, esta traz inúmeros benefícios. É possível exercitar a paciência em diversas áreas, como por exemplo: No trânsito, na fila do banco, na convivência familiar, no trabalho, nos estudos, etc. Uma pessoa paciente sabe que para alcançar um objetivo é necessário passar por pequenos obstáculos que devem ser analisados cuidadosamente para passar ao próximo obstáculo até alcançar o objetivo final."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155225413217453481-4431042235290060825?l=mundodetarcila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OMundoDeTarcila/~4/-MLzY_Vdcek" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OMundoDeTarcila/~3/-MLzY_Vdcek/tem-gosto-pra-tudo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tarcila)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QkA8asiXqQc/TdV-uct6pNI/AAAAAAAACHE/HBafW3Gkc1o/s72-c/c29e98ce7df0a2e631c67daecbca6694.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundodetarcila.blogspot.com/2011/05/tem-gosto-pra-tudo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155225413217453481.post-3667161594789900611</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2011 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-17T16:05:00.923-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Música</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Querido diário</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Citações</category><title>... dançar na chuva, quando a chuva vem! Ah, felicidade...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p5htCXuYnb0/TdLGdozTUPI/AAAAAAAACG8/Ztzjg7YfnKs/s1600/206528_10150216610562597_561682596_8991971_7438302_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p5htCXuYnb0/TdLGdozTUPI/AAAAAAAACG8/Ztzjg7YfnKs/s320/206528_10150216610562597_561682596_8991971_7438302_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607762698500788466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Haverá um dia em que você não haverá de ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Sem tirar o ar, sem se mexer, sem desejar como antes sempre quis.&lt;br /&gt;Você vai rir, sem perceber, felicidade é só questão de ser.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chover, deixar molhar pra receber o sol quando voltar.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrará os dias que você deixou passar sem ver a luz.&lt;br /&gt;Se chorar, chorar é vão porque os dias vão pra nunca mais.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Melhor viver, meu bem, pois há um lugar em que o sol brilha pra você.&lt;br /&gt;Chorar, sorrir também e depois dançar, na chuva quando a chuva vem.&lt;br /&gt;Melhor viver, meu bem, pois há um lugar em que o sol brilha pra você.&lt;br /&gt;Chorar, sorrir também e dançar.&lt;br /&gt;Dançar na chuva quando a chuva vem.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tem vez que as coisas pesam mais do que a gente acha que pode aguentar.&lt;br /&gt;Nessa hora fique firme, pois tudo isso logo vai passar.&lt;br /&gt;Você vai rir, sem perceber, felicidade é só questão de ser.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chover, deixar molhar pra receber o sol quando voltar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Melhor viver, meu bem, pois há um lugar em que o sol brilha pra você.&lt;br /&gt;Chorar, sorrir também e depois dançar, na chuva quando a chuva vem.&lt;br /&gt;Melhor viver, meu bem, pois há um lugar em que o sol brilha pra você.&lt;br /&gt;Chorar, sorrir também e dançar.&lt;br /&gt;/Dançar na chuva quando a chuva vem./ (4X)"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Felicidade (Marcelo Jeneci e Laura Lavieri- Composição: Marcelo Jeneci e Chico Cesar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155225413217453481-3667161594789900611?l=mundodetarcila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OMundoDeTarcila/~4/a55X6IeacIc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OMundoDeTarcila/~3/a55X6IeacIc/dancar-na-chuva-quando-chuva-vem-ah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tarcila)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p5htCXuYnb0/TdLGdozTUPI/AAAAAAAACG8/Ztzjg7YfnKs/s72-c/206528_10150216610562597_561682596_8991971_7438302_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundodetarcila.blogspot.com/2011/05/dancar-na-chuva-quando-chuva-vem-ah.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155225413217453481.post-8249505420784819116</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2011 16:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-04T17:21:03.738-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beleza e Cia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Informações</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">moda</category><title>O perfume de Kate Middleton- Ops- Princesa Catherine</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVXoUI539HQ/TcGENNvpARI/AAAAAAAACG0/2OP6CkDLoU8/s1600/639ed1b8e090be07679432e28e48edda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVXoUI539HQ/TcGENNvpARI/AAAAAAAACG0/2OP6CkDLoU8/s320/639ed1b8e090be07679432e28e48edda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602904773988253970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não bastasse o alarde em torno do casamento Real (já comentado aqui), descendo às minúncias de qual o estilista do vestido, qual o buffet, qual o carro, a música, etc etc etc etc etc (cansa, né?)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora chegou a vez da galera dos aromas tirarem a casquinha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual fragância a plebéia Kate usava quando adentrou a abadia para tornar-se a princesa Catherine (tecnicamente duquesa)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A resposta surpreendeu o mundo por se tratar de um perfume de uma marca inglesa não muito conhecida (apenas £70)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Gardenia Petals, da  Illuminum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A fragância, de acordo com o site da marca, "é como um vaso de flores brancas estremecidas pela brisa que entra de uma janela aberta" (bem fresco hein?). Trata-se da fusão de três flores brancas: gardênia, lírios e jasmin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se é bom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estou até curiosa pra saber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Fato é que o perfume se esgotou das prateleiras! E agora tem até lista de espera para comprar um frasquinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é... o que uma folia real não faz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém aí depois me diz se presta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155225413217453481-8249505420784819116?l=mundodetarcila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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A divulgação oficial sairá na edição de Junho da Revista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto, já podemos conferir eletronicamente o resultado e &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(quem sabe)&lt;/span&gt; nos inspirarmos, hum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1º Lugar (merecidamente):&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Emma Watson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9padAfsdbCI/TcBwFj5m7iI/AAAAAAAACE0/PdFIhuP73ds/s1600/emma1burberyy_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9padAfsdbCI/TcBwFj5m7iI/AAAAAAAACE0/PdFIhuP73ds/s320/emma1burberyy_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602601177287421474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A eterna bruxinha da saga Harry Potter, que vem chamando atenção, há anos, pela elegância ao se vestir, desbancou o a nº 1 do ano passado, que ficou com o 2º lugar desse ano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2º lugar: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheryl Cole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yoPWP-J7-bc/TcBwF6SHIrI/AAAAAAAACE8/m5xLRgL42J8/s1600/brits%2B3%2Bcheryl%2Bcole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yoPWP-J7-bc/TcBwF6SHIrI/AAAAAAAACE8/m5xLRgL42J8/s320/brits%2B3%2Bcheryl%2Bcole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602601183295775410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 3º Lugar, a mocinha da saga vampiresca Crepúsculo: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kirsten Stewart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8BlOfmVj7Q/TcBwF_uj3qI/AAAAAAAACFE/QFZksf0JXFM/s1600/kristen-stewart-scream-awards-2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8BlOfmVj7Q/TcBwF_uj3qI/AAAAAAAACFE/QFZksf0JXFM/s320/kristen-stewart-scream-awards-2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602601184757276322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grande destaque ficou com a pequena &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suri Cruise&lt;/span&gt; (Filha de Katie Holmes e Tom Cruise), que com apenas 5 aninhos abocanhou o 21º lugar e foi apontada pela revista como dona do "figurino mais cobiçado de Hollywood. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(Detalhe sórdido: a "mamy" não apareceu na lista... risos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C_qCiwqZLEw/TcBwGCYZBcI/AAAAAAAACFM/ldTQtZkCrzE/s1600/celebridades-moda-katie-holmes-suri-cruise-lion-king-broadway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C_qCiwqZLEw/TcBwGCYZBcI/AAAAAAAACFM/ldTQtZkCrzE/s320/celebridades-moda-katie-holmes-suri-cruise-lion-king-broadway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602601185469597122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A eterna &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel de Friends&lt;/span&gt;, Jennifer Aniston, ficou com o 11º lugar &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Olha o "bafão": Angelina nem apareceu na lista... risos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-syoBq9JdZwQ/TcBzJJ5Fv6I/AAAAAAAACGs/g4ARGrFj7KU/s1600/janiston_gl_11mar11_pa__592x888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-syoBq9JdZwQ/TcBzJJ5Fv6I/AAAAAAAACGs/g4ARGrFj7KU/s320/janiston_gl_11mar11_pa__592x888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602604537560285090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ex-spicy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victoria Beckham&lt;/span&gt; caiu sete lugares, ficando com a 15ª Posição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A esposa do 1º ministro britânico, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha Cameron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(aquela que foi a única que não usou chapéu no casamento de William &amp;amp; Kate)&lt;/span&gt; ficou com a 19ª posição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confiram a lista abaixo, onde coloco as imagens (postadas pela Glamour) das 10+&lt;br /&gt;ou cliquem no link para a revista:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glamourmagazine.co.uk/fashion/celebrity-fashion/2011/04/glamour-best-dressed-women-2011"&gt;Link para Lista completa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Emma Watson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-384xXWN-AJQ/TcBxQn479oI/AAAAAAAACFc/hVSGsbkiV20/s1600/ewatson_gl_13feb11_wen_b_592x888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-384xXWN-AJQ/TcBxQn479oI/AAAAAAAACFc/hVSGsbkiV20/s320/ewatson_gl_13feb11_wen_b_592x888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602602466848536194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cheryl Cole&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s1vp0dAs2K0/TcBxQ6ERTnI/AAAAAAAACFk/ypqbLJHt6EI/s1600/ccole_gl_23mar11_pa_592x888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s1vp0dAs2K0/TcBxQ6ERTnI/AAAAAAAACFk/ypqbLJHt6EI/s320/ccole_gl_23mar11_pa_592x888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602602471727910514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kristen Stewart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jSYnfQwicoo/TcBxRpPNUXI/AAAAAAAACFs/-6eIV5f647U/s1600/KStewart_gl_29jun10_rex_592x888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jSYnfQwicoo/TcBxRpPNUXI/AAAAAAAACFs/-6eIV5f647U/s320/KStewart_gl_29jun10_rex_592x888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602602484390252914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dannii Minogue&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-h4HtsJXdg/TcBxSFS2tWI/AAAAAAAACF0/KiFiCsD1lkE/s1600/dminogue_gl_19apr11_wen_bt_592x888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-h4HtsJXdg/TcBxSFS2tWI/AAAAAAAACF0/KiFiCsD1lkE/s320/dminogue_gl_19apr11_wen_bt_592x888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602602491921741154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Alexa Chung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fzl1z26hmwo/TcBxSDVstJI/AAAAAAAACF8/8hFECuMPE7w/s1600/achung_gl_28apr11_rex_592x888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fzl1z26hmwo/TcBxSDVstJI/AAAAAAAACF8/8hFECuMPE7w/s320/achung_gl_28apr11_rex_592x888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602602491396797586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzO2ksIJVU4/TcByKcHtd1I/AAAAAAAACGE/H-vUtp8OZQU/s1600/rihanna_gl_3mar11_rexfeatures__592x888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzO2ksIJVU4/TcByKcHtd1I/AAAAAAAACGE/H-vUtp8OZQU/s320/rihanna_gl_3mar11_rexfeatures__592x888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602603460121687890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Kate Moss&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMGyxTrawXo/TcByK8a_TKI/AAAAAAAACGM/NPXyFApU8vk/s1600/kmoss_gl_30mar11_PA_592x888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMGyxTrawXo/TcByK8a_TKI/AAAAAAAACGM/NPXyFApU8vk/s320/kmoss_gl_30mar11_PA_592x888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602603468792482978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Blake Lively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--dncPIbogag/TcByLOViNhI/AAAAAAAACGU/v-Gm3OScN-Y/s1600/blively_gl_27apr11_PA_592x888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--dncPIbogag/TcByLOViNhI/AAAAAAAACGU/v-Gm3OScN-Y/s320/blively_gl_27apr11_PA_592x888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602603473601443346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Olivia Palermo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PXEXU0d2VgM/TcByLSjaSXI/AAAAAAAACGc/9lPRcnuzqNA/s1600/opalermo_gl_23mar11_pa_592x888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PXEXU0d2VgM/TcByLSjaSXI/AAAAAAAACGc/9lPRcnuzqNA/s320/opalermo_gl_23mar11_pa_592x888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602603474733386098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Lea Michele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46uSNz7l81I/TcByLlnuhgI/AAAAAAAACGk/4mBJaLWkdUM/s1600/lmichele_gl_26apr11_rex__592x888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46uSNz7l81I/TcByLlnuhgI/AAAAAAAACGk/4mBJaLWkdUM/s320/lmichele_gl_26apr11_rex__592x888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602603479851763202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Jennifer Aniston&lt;br /&gt;12. Ashley Greene&lt;br /&gt;13. Anna Kendrick&lt;br /&gt;14. Vanessa Hudgens&lt;br /&gt;15. Victoria Beckham&lt;br /&gt;16. Sienna Miller&lt;br /&gt;17. Diane Kruger&lt;br /&gt;18. Leighton Meester&lt;br /&gt;19. Samantha Cameron&lt;br /&gt;20. Carey Mulligan&lt;br /&gt;21. Suri Cruise&lt;br /&gt;22. Keira Knightley&lt;br /&gt;23. Sarah Jessica Parker&lt;br /&gt;24. Fearne Cotton&lt;br /&gt;25. Nicole Richie&lt;br /&gt;26. Jessica Alba&lt;br /&gt;27. Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;28. Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;29. Kim Kardashian&lt;br /&gt;30. Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;31. Kate Bosworth&lt;br /&gt;32. Nicola Roberts&lt;br /&gt;33. Christina Hendricks&lt;br /&gt;34. Sandra Bullock&lt;br /&gt;35. Eva Longoria&lt;br /&gt;36. Beyonce Knowles&lt;br /&gt;37. Lauren Conrad&lt;br /&gt;38. Kylie Minogue&lt;br /&gt;39. Gemma Arterton&lt;br /&gt;40. Mila Kunis&lt;br /&gt;41. Dianna Agron&lt;br /&gt;42. Eva Mendes&lt;br /&gt;43. Demi Moore&lt;br /&gt;44. Clemence Poesy&lt;br /&gt;45. Jessica Biel&lt;br /&gt;46. Kelly Brook&lt;br /&gt;47. Julia Restoin Roitfeld&lt;br /&gt;48. Cate Blanchett&lt;br /&gt;49. Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;50. Marina Diamandis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;E aí? 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