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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A história se passa em Sampa e tem como pano central a vida de Aline, jovem de 20 e poucos anos, doidinha e cheia de paranóias (como qualquer mulher) que, apaixonada por dois homens resolve dividir seu amor igualmente pelos doi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s, harmonizando um convívio improvável, mas que na prática ficou muito engraçado e feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como a grana fica curta, Aline decide publicar seu diário, onde ficam registradas todas as suas "aventuras".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso de uma mulher com dois "maridos" não é novidade, Dona Flor e Zelda (eterna apaixonda de Juba e Lula) estão aí pra contar história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aline inova com a linguagem e o novo ângulo de enfoque ao triângulo amoroso protagonizado espetacularmente por Maria Flor, Pedro Neschiling e Bernardo Marinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/Sv1mIbdxIOI/AAAAAAAABvA/qamJ5x2ae-g/s1600-h/aline-nova-serie-da-globo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/Sv1mIbdxIOI/AAAAAAAABvA/qamJ5x2ae-g/s320/aline-nova-serie-da-globo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403587422912061666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outro destaque é para a trilha sonora, que assinada p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or Branco Mello e Emerson Villani, traz músicas modernas e cheias de estilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destaque também para a fotografia, para a composição de cenários magníficos de São Paulo e para a montagem de imagens que deixa a produção muito mais juvenil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para o roteirista, Mauro Wilson, o mais interessante da história, não é o fato de uma mulher ter dois homens, mas dois homens dividirem pacificamente a mesma mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Isso mostra que todo tipo de amor vale a pena. Os dois são grandes amigos e chegaram à conclusão de que é melhor ter metade da mulher que amam do que viver sem ela. (...) Não é uma comédia s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;exual, mas sim sobre o amor e com a ironia de Adão" (Mauro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Adão dá ainda o seu parecer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eu tinha um pé atrás com o resultado, mas acabei adorando o que vi. A Aline foi suavizada para poder passar na TV, mas a e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ssência da p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ersonagem está ali, e achei legal o tratamento moderno que lhe deram" (Adão Iturrusgarai)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele disse ainda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Achei muito legal, divertido, charmoso e moderno. Dei muita risada vendo minhas piadas ali na televisão. É incrível. Nada me incomodou. Gostei das atuações. Maria Flor estava excelente como Aline. Estava uma Aline divertida, mais pop. Gostei também do Bernardo Marinho e Pedro Neschling como Otto e Pedro. O Bernardo me chamou a atenção pela economia na atuação. Eu não conhecia ele. Bem certeiro."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/Sv1msHwtOpI/AAAAAAAABvQ/W6VscvZiDnw/s1600-h/aline2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/Sv1msHwtOpI/AAAAAAAABvQ/W6VscvZiDnw/s320/aline2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403588036098079378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ontem (12/11/2009) foi exibido o último episódio da temporada "Aline Partida" e deixou um amargo gosto de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"quero mais".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há rumores de que a Rede Globo esteja planejando uma 2ª temporada, mas não li nada de concreto e oficial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pelo sim, pelo não, junte-se a nós na campanha "QUEREMOS A 2ª TEMPORADA DE ALINE" e faça a sua sugestão para a Globo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://falecomaredeglobo.globo.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 611px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/Sv1ksRkQ9uI/AAAAAAAABuw/8KXqlY9Y1ww/s320/006a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403585839706994402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu, particularmente, estou na torcida fervor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;osa pela 2ª temporada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amei muito a série e quero continuar me divertindo DEMAIS com essa turma pra lá de animada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aline.globo.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 608px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/Sv1ksmbHHuI/AAAAAAAABu4/JpCYK1rnpTw/s320/letrasvertdec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403585845305745122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links interessantes pra quem curte a série:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atrizmariaflor.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.atrizmariaflor.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aline.globo.com/"&gt;http://aline.globo.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155225413217453481-3813023210576794095?l=mundodetarcila.blogspot.com'/&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/nsmtLRDZ-Vc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OMundoDeTarcila/~3/nsmtLRDZ-Vc/envelhecer-fotos.html</link><author>tarcila.queiroz@gmail.com (Tarcila)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SvxhSrVrOeI/AAAAAAAABug/SrR_Og1ua_k/s72-c/oldphoto4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundodetarcila.blogspot.com/2009/11/envelhecer-fotos.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155225413217453481.post-5681064873482910807</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 14:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T11:44:35.520-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Filme</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Informações</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dicas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">arte</category><title>Os fantasmas de Scrooge</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SvweWWyoZbI/AAAAAAAABuQ/8pr3AsULqt8/s1600-h/os-fantasmas-de-scrooge-paster1-580x851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SvweWWyoZbI/AAAAAAAABuQ/8pr3AsULqt8/s320/os-fantasmas-de-scrooge-paster1-580x851.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403227022361650610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, eu fui conferir com toda a família (Marido, Pai, Mãe e Irmã) a mais nova versão do famoso livro de Dickens "Um conto de Natal": "Os fantasmas de Scrooge".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O livro, eu já comentei&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://mundodetarcila.blogspot.com/2008/04/um-conto-de-natal-charles-dickens.html"&gt;aqui no blog&lt;/a&gt;, é fantástico! Conta a história de um velho rabugente e avarento que recebe a visita de espíritos, no natal, que o fazem perceber como a sua vida foi egoísta e voltada ao dinheiro. &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://mundodetarcila.blogspot.com/2008/04/um-conto-de-natal-charles-dickens.html"&gt;(Clique aqui para ver  o post sobre o livro)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa nova adaptação está de parabéns! O desenho animado da Disney conta com Jim Carrey no papel principal (Scrooge), que também atua como os 3 fantasmas e traz versão 3D que deixa a película mais interessante ainda!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/Svwebpdz2QI/AAAAAAAABuY/TdazHmcmIuA/s1600-h/scrooged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/Svwebpdz2QI/AAAAAAAABuY/TdazHmcmIuA/s320/scrooged.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403227113273940226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um conto de Natal" é uma história belíssima e já foi adaptado dezenas de vezes nas telonas. Este filme, do diretor Robert Zemeckis é bastante fiel à história de Dickens e está na minha lista de preferências com o 2º lugar em "Melhor adaptação de Um conto de Natal". O primeiro lugar fica com o filme que conta com Bill Murray: "Os Fantasmas Contra-atacam" (1988), que apesar de ser uma "versão moderna" do conto é bem divertido e o meu preferido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, Os fantasmas de Scrooge, sem dúvida, ganha como Melhor Adaptação fiel! Além disso, o filme traz muitos efeitos e mete até medo com algumas cenas horripilantes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fica a dica: vale a pena conferir no cinema e em uma sala 3D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5155225413217453481-5681064873482910807?l=mundodetarcila.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&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 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CWINDOWS%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:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Wingdings; 	panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; 	mso-font-charset:2; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} h2 	{mso-margin-top-alt:auto; 	margin-right:0cm; 	mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; 	margin-left:0cm; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	mso-outline-level:2; 	font-size:18.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink 	{color:blue; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed 	{color:purple; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} span.mw-headline 	{mso-style-name:mw-headline;} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;}  /* List Definitions */  @list l0 	{mso-list-id:757824439; 	mso-list-template-ids:-925235596;} @list l0:level1 	{mso-level-number-format:bullet; 	mso-level-text:; 	mso-level-tab-stop:36.0pt; 	mso-level-number-position:left; 	text-indent:-18.0pt; 	mso-ansi-font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:Symbol;} @list l1 	{mso-list-id:790905991; 	mso-list-template-ids:1955915864;} @list l1:level1 	{mso-level-number-format:bullet; 	mso-level-text:; 	mso-level-tab-stop:36.0pt; 	mso-level-number-position:left; 	text-indent:-18.0pt; 	mso-ansi-font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:Symbol;} ol 	{margin-bottom:0cm;} ul 	{margin-bottom:0cm;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Em um ilustre momento de ócio, descobri uma coisa fabulosa, que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; me deixou mais que perplexa: estupefata! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu sou “Garfield”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Sério... sou muito mais parecida com el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;e, do que com qualquer outra pessoa/animal/coisa no mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Enquanto eu fazia uma preleção da minha segunda-feira, lembrei do famoso “I hate Mondays” e fui pesquisar algumas tirinhas do gato mais famoso do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quanto mais eu pesquisava, mais ficava perplexa com as semelhanças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Olha só a descrição da Wikipédia:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Garfield&lt;/b&gt; - Um gato laranja listrado. Preguiçoso, guloso, amante de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Televis%C3%A3o" title="Televisão"&gt;televisão&lt;/a&gt; e acima de tudo, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarcasmo" title="Sarcasmo"&gt;sarcástico&lt;/a&gt;. Adora chutar Odie da mesa, arrotar, caçar &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/P%C3%A1ssaro" title="Pássaro"&gt;pássaros&lt;/a&gt; e carteiros, o seu prato favorito é &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lasanha" title="Lasanha"&gt;lasanha&lt;/a&gt;. Odeia &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Segunda-feira" title="Segunda-feira"&gt;segunda-feira&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Passa" title="Passa"&gt;passas&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dieta_%28nutri%C3%A7%C3%A3o%29" title="Dieta (nutrição)"&gt;dietas&lt;/a&gt; (que vez ou outra Jon lhe impõe) e caçar &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rato" title="Rato"&gt;ratos&lt;/a&gt; ("Lábios que tocam num rato jamais tocarão os meus"). Garfield adora matar aranhas e sofre de ataques de sono.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uuoowwoooooooooooooooou!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s me!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sim.... vejam agora uma descrição de &lt;b style=""&gt;Tarcila:&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;“Tarcila – &lt;/b&gt;Uma humana “gata”. Preguiçosa, gulosa, amante de televisão e acima de tudo, sarcástica. Adora chutar Sandy* da mesa, arrotar, caçar coca-cola e comidinhas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; diferentes , o seu prato favorito é cozido e massas*. Odeia segunda-feira, tamarindo, dietas (que vez ou outra alguém lhe impõe) e caçar o que fazer. Tarcila adora matar formigas e sofre de ataques de sono.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sério! Tanta semelhança não pode ser mera coincidência. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Olhem mais alguns toques da Wikipédia: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balan%C3%A7a" title="Balança"&gt;Balança&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - A balança do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banheiro" title="Banheiro"&gt;banheiro&lt;/a&gt; possui um &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Processador" title="Processador"&gt;processador&lt;/a&gt;, por isso, fala. Quando Garfield resolve usá-la, geralmente a balança vai para o lixo por dizer frases como: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;"Me diga, alguma vez      já pensou em seguir carreira como &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barca%C3%A7a" title="Barcaça"&gt;barcaça&lt;/a&gt;      fluvial  ?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;"Sou uma balança de      banheiro! Não peso cargas!" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;"Quantos são vocês aí      em cima?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;"parabens,esta voz      oficialmente interdita a passagem por certas pontes!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Temas comuns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tédio&lt;/b&gt;: Garfield vez      ou outra não tem o que fazer e fica olhando pro teto, filosofando.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Televisão&lt;/b&gt;: o      preguiçoso gato adora a telinha - e quando a assiste,se depara  com      programas simplesmente indescritíveis e filmes como "O Monstro de      Lama". Os roteiristas usam a TV  para criticar a  própria &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cultura_pop" title="Cultura pop"&gt;cultura      pop&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dieta&lt;/b&gt;: Jon      frequentemente tenta botar o guloso em regime, por achá-lo gordo. Daí      sucedem-se as idéias sobre dieta, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alucina%C3%A7%C3%A3o" title="Alucinação"&gt;alucinação&lt;/a&gt;      com comida e ataques à despensa. Uma dieta foi a justificativa para      alterar o traço de Garfield, no começo dos &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/D%C3%A9cada_de_80" title="Década de 80"&gt;anos      80&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Segunda-feira&lt;/b&gt;:      Garfield "nasceu" numa segunda-feira, mas a odeia.      Frequentemente as tirinhas de começo da semana mostram o gato se      esborrachando (ou reclamando). Mas  quando 19 de Junho cai numa segunda,      Garfield acaba celebrando. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vida selvagem&lt;/b&gt;:      quando Garfield sai de casa, sempre acaba dando algo errado - ele sobe &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%81rvore" title="Árvore"&gt;árvores&lt;/a&gt;,      é atacado por grandes cães ferozes, pula em canteiros e caça pássaros. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Praia" title="Praia"&gt;Praia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:      praticamente em todas as férias, Jon vai para praia - o que Garfield      odeia, por s er quente e não ter televisão.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Cerca&lt;/b&gt;: Garfield      faz um show lá. Conta &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piada" title="Piada"&gt;piadas&lt;/a&gt; terríveis, canta e recebe objetos arremessados do      público - de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ovo" title="Ovo"&gt;ovos&lt;/a&gt;      e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tomate" title="Tomate"&gt;tomates&lt;/a&gt; a      &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Despertador" title="Despertador"&gt;despertadores&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Veterinário&lt;/b&gt;:      ocasionalmente, Garfield vai para lá, o que ele odeia. Só gosta de Jon      receber foras sucessivos da veterinária, Liz. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Janela&lt;/b&gt;: Garfield      olha para fora - e comenta os fatos estranhos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anivers%C3%A1rio" title="Aniversário"&gt;Aniversário&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:      na semana antes de 19 de Junho, Garfield faz sua filosofia sobre      aniversários e pensa no passado. Em 2003, o Garfield de 1978 veio visitar      o "atual".  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natal" title="Natal"&gt;Natal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:      Garfield vê a armação da &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%81rvore_de_Natal" title="Árvore de Natal"&gt;árvore&lt;/a&gt;, a neve etc. Mas o que ele gosta mesm o      é dos presentes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ano_Novo" title="Ano Novo"&gt;Ano Novo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:      em todo &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1_de_Janeiro" title="1 de Janeiro"&gt;1 de Janeiro&lt;/a&gt;, Garfield sempre começa o ano      atormen tando Jon (mais comumente, com uma &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corneta" title="Corneta"&gt;corneta&lt;/a&gt;). Às      vezes ele o faz já na &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/31_de_Dezembro" title="31 de Dezembro"&gt;véspera&lt;/a&gt;.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Garfield"&gt;Fonte: http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Garfield&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quer dizer:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tarcila:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;odeia      segunda-feira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;h2&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/St3PaTWYQNI/AAAAAAAABqA/rLCKTFifINI/s1600-h/garfield-mondays-suck-3701012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/St3PaTWYQNI/AAAAAAAABqA/rLCKTFifINI/s320/garfield-mondays-suck-3701012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394695979437408466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adora      dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/St3OKNpXZnI/AAAAAAAABpA/-JHPXzq5234/s1600-h/garfield2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/St3OKNpXZnI/AAAAAAAABpA/-JHPXzq5234/s320/garfield2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394694603516896882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adora      comer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/St3PZ74RyGI/AAAAAAAABp4/zep5Cqmafq0/s1600-h/garfield-taart_gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/St3PZ74RyGI/AAAAAAAABp4/zep5Cqmafq0/s320/garfield-taart_gif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394695973137139810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosta      de uma preguiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/St3OKq_dfJI/AAAAAAAABpI/JogrM9bh0Mo/s1600-h/garfield1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/St3OKq_dfJI/AAAAAAAABpI/JogrM9bh0Mo/s320/garfield1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394694611394198674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ama      televisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/St3PZpBFC6I/AAAAAAAABpw/OUCUuDsKHhw/s1600-h/Garfield-and-Mice-Wallpaper-garfield-257356_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/St3PZpBFC6I/AAAAAAAABpw/OUCUuDsKHhw/s320/Garfield-and-Mice-Wallpaper-garfield-257356_1024_768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394695968073780130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amaaaaaaaaaaaa      café!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/St3OLSPwnPI/AAAAAAAABpY/w-FRh5YhN8A/s1600-h/Garfield_1152997920_ga013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/St3OLSPwnPI/AAAAAAAABpY/w-FRh5YhN8A/s320/Garfield_1152997920_ga013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394694621931543794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vive      de saco cheio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/St3PZDRSfTI/AAAAAAAABpo/AVf05wAK384/s1600-h/garfield_pare.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/St3PZDRSfTI/AAAAAAAABpo/AVf05wAK384/s320/garfield_pare.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394695957941222706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Odeia dieta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/St3OJ36tnHI/AAAAAAAABo4/QCb0Vtwjh0M/s1600-h/garfield4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/St3OJ36tnHI/AAAAAAAABo4/QCb0Vtwjh0M/s320/garfield4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394694597684075634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bom... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/St3PYz7MSxI/AAAAAAAABpg/m8whUVAH3zA/s1600-h/garfield3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/St3PYz7MSxI/AAAAAAAABpg/m8whUVAH3zA/s320/garfield3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394695953822010130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Só me falta ser famosa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;¬¬&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E pra fechar com chave de ouro:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tarcila ao acordar de manhã para trabalhar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/St3QuLRrUlI/AAAAAAAABqI/C_qFBVUc5fY/s1600-h/garfield-escovando-dentes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/St3QuLRrUlI/AAAAAAAABqI/C_qFBVUc5fY/s320/garfield-escovando-dentes.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394697420379214418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E aí? Qual a sua conclusão?
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OMundoDeTarcila/~4/eISs9e5ll3Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OMundoDeTarcila/~3/eISs9e5ll3Y/blog-post.html</link><author>tarcila.queiroz@gmail.com (Tarcila)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundodetarcila.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155225413217453481.post-4428483159622209466</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 15:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-17T12:15:03.384-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Recados</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Música</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Querido diário</category><title>"Ainda bem"... E agora?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SrJR1HbQt0I/AAAAAAAABmw/YKepAg3e4aM/s1600-h/tristeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SrJR1HbQt0I/AAAAAAAABmw/YKepAg3e4aM/s320/tristeza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382454477629470530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ainda bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Que você vive comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Porque senão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Como seria esta vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Sei lá, sei lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Nos dias frios em que nós estamos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Nos abraçamos sob o nosso conforto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  De amar, de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se há dores tudo fica mais fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Seu rosto silencia e faz parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As flores que me manda são fato&lt;br /&gt; Do nosso cuidado e entrega&lt;br /&gt; Meus beijos sem os seus não dariam&lt;br /&gt; Os dias chegariam sem paixão&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu corpo sem o seu uma parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Seria o acaso e não sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ainda bem&lt;br /&gt; Que você vive comigo&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque senão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Como seria esta vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sei lá, sei lá&lt;br /&gt; Se há dores tudo fica mais fácil&lt;br /&gt; Seu rosto silencia e faz parar&lt;br /&gt; As flores que me manda são fato&lt;br /&gt; Do nosso cuidado e entrega&lt;br /&gt; Meus beijos sem os seus não dariam&lt;br /&gt; Os dias chegariam sem paixão&lt;br /&gt; Meu corpo sem o seu uma parte&lt;br /&gt; Seria o acaso e não sorte&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nesse mundo de tantos anos&lt;br /&gt; Entre tantos séculos&lt;br /&gt; Que sorte a nossa hein?&lt;br /&gt; Entre tantas paixões&lt;br /&gt; Nosso encontro&lt;br /&gt; Nós dois, esse amor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Entre tantos outros&lt;br /&gt; Entre tantos séculos&lt;br /&gt; Que sorte a nossa hein?&lt;br /&gt; Entre tantas paixões&lt;br /&gt; Esse encontro&lt;br /&gt; Nós dois, esse amor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre tantas paixões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Esse encontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Nós dois, esse amor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ainda bem- By Vanessa da Mata)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1- Eu te amo demais! Tanto amor que não me cabe dentro do peito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155225413217453481-4428483159622209466?l=mundodetarcila.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SqpUwrekEKI/AAAAAAAABmo/8TM7gySgoBw/s320/88455575.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380205900128850082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So no one told your life was gonna be this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your job's a joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love life's D.O.A.¹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's like you're always stuck in second gear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it hasn't been your day&lt;br /&gt;Your week, your month&lt;br /&gt;Or even your year, but...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  (When the rain starts to pour)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  (Like I've been there before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  ('Cause you're there for me too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're still in bed at ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  And work began at eight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You've burned your breakfast so far&lt;br /&gt; Things are going great&lt;br /&gt; Your mother warned you there'd be days like these&lt;br /&gt; But what she didn't tell you when&lt;br /&gt; The world has brought your down to your knees at...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt; (When the rain starts to fall)&lt;br /&gt; I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt; (Like I've been there before)&lt;br /&gt; I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt; ('Cause you're there for me too)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No one could ever know me&lt;br /&gt; No one could ever see me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seems you're the only one who knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  What's like to be me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Someone to face the day with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Make it through all the rest with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Someone I'll always laugh with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Even at my worst I'm best with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's like you're always stuck in second gear&lt;br /&gt; When it hasn't been your day&lt;br /&gt; Your week, your month&lt;br /&gt; Or even your year...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt; (When the rain starts to fall)&lt;br /&gt; I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt; (Like I've been there before)&lt;br /&gt; I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt; ('Cause you're there for me too)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt; I'll be there for you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt; ('Cause you're there for me too)"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;(I'll be there for you - By The Rembrandts&lt;/small&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;___&lt;/p&gt;¹ - D.O.A = Dead On arrival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Notas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I- Simplesmente grata por você estar sempre lá para mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II- Saudade de Friends... minha vida sempre dava uma pausa gostosa, enquanto eu assistia um de seus episódios tão esperados e tão descontraídos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155225413217453481-5615118632002556917?l=mundodetarcila.blogspot.com'/&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/avGu9iyc9Ek" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OMundoDeTarcila/~3/avGu9iyc9Ek/ill-be-there-for-you.html</link><author>tarcila.queiroz@gmail.com (Tarcila)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SqpUwrekEKI/AAAAAAAABmo/8TM7gySgoBw/s72-c/88455575.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundodetarcila.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-be-there-for-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155225413217453481.post-2798439674680719332</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 11:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-10T08:39:06.663-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fotos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Querido diário</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Festa</category><title>Vida!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/Sqjk_M3FUQI/AAAAAAAABmg/ss48T4AOHBQ/s1600-h/P250809_21.14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/Sqjk_M3FUQI/AAAAAAAABmg/ss48T4AOHBQ/s320/P250809_21.14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379801529329209602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/Sqjk-jYBiSI/AAAAAAAABmY/n_dsoYcSMBY/s1600-h/P250809_21.17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/Sqjk-jYBiSI/AAAAAAAABmY/n_dsoYcSMBY/s320/P250809_21.17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379801518193084706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fotinhos do 1º aniversário de meu Amor em nossa casa! Já faz tempo, foi em 25/08, mas tá valendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que esses pequenos momentos, junto com tantos outros é que fazem eu acreditar que a vida vale a pena. Mesmo quando o mundo parece escuro, as incertezas parecem enlouquecer, o desespero toma conta... ouvir a voz de quem se ama, é como se agarrar numa bóia salva-vidas... ou beber um antídoto pra essa vidinha "mais ou menos" (como dizia um velho conhecido meu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor, a família e os amigos é que tornam a vida menos amarga, menos insípida, menos azeda... e a gente nem sabe qual gosto ela tem. Um carinho, um abraço, um telefonema... só essas pessoas têm o poder de fazer o dia parecer mais significante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que agradeço a Deus todos os dias. Por eles.&lt;br /&gt;Assim estou agredecendo também pela minha vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155225413217453481-2798439674680719332?l=mundodetarcila.blogspot.com'/&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/~4/5WcDjMpUb8o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OMundoDeTarcila/~3/5WcDjMpUb8o/vida.html</link><author>tarcila.queiroz@gmail.com (Tarcila)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/Sqjk_M3FUQI/AAAAAAAABmg/ss48T4AOHBQ/s72-c/P250809_21.14.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundodetarcila.blogspot.com/2009/09/vida.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155225413217453481.post-1545893388403409754</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 17:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-04T14:40:36.833-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fotos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Música</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Imaginação Minha</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Querido diário</category><title>Coisas do Coração - Salvador, aproximadamente 12:30 p.m.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SqFP60Su9MI/AAAAAAAABl0/vy7hdJXHqFk/s1600-h/P040909_12.19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SqFP60Su9MI/AAAAAAAABl0/vy7hdJXHqFk/s320/P040909_12.19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377667301945308354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SqFP6QAJvwI/AAAAAAAABls/bAVL5vh_vTo/s1600-h/P040909_12.18%5B03%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SqFP6QAJvwI/AAAAAAAABls/bAVL5vh_vTo/s320/P040909_12.18%5B03%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377667292203695874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SqFP6P-S3HI/AAAAAAAABlk/p6aANMNyc60/s1600-h/P040909_12.18%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SqFP6P-S3HI/AAAAAAAABlk/p6aANMNyc60/s320/P040909_12.18%5B02%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377667292195904626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SqFP5lrGKDI/AAAAAAAABlc/6GLQ-3BWBZw/s1600-h/P040909_12.18%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SqFP5lrGKDI/AAAAAAAABlc/6GLQ-3BWBZw/s320/P040909_12.18%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377667280841091122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SqFP5L9SjkI/AAAAAAAABlU/klapTPduspM/s1600-h/P040909_12.18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SqFP5L9SjkI/AAAAAAAABlU/klapTPduspM/s320/P040909_12.18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377667273938079298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chove, chove, chove...&lt;br /&gt;Avenida Antônio Carlos Magalhães, Itaigara.&lt;br /&gt;Chove, chove, chove...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E enquanto isso, eu fico cantarolando "Coisas do Coração" de Raul Seixas, um dia dedicada a mim, pelo Amor da Minha Vida.&lt;br /&gt;Ai que lindo. Ai que saudades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="cabecalho" class="cor_2"&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:127.7%;"&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coisas Do Coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a id="identificador_artista" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/raul-seixas/"&gt;Raul Seixas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;small&gt;Composição: Cláudio Roberto / Kika Seixas / Raul Seixas&lt;/small&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Quando o navio finalmente alcançar a terra&lt;br /&gt;E o mastro da nossa bandeira se enterrar no chão&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou poder pegar em sua mão&lt;br /&gt;Falar de coisas que eu não disse ainda não&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coisas do coração!&lt;br /&gt;Coisas do coração!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quando a gente se tornar rima perfeita&lt;br /&gt;E assim virarmos de repente uma palavra só&lt;br /&gt;Igual a um nó que nunca se desfaz&lt;br /&gt;Famintos um do outro como canibais&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Paixão e nada mais!&lt;br /&gt;Paixão e nada mais!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somos a resposta exata do que a gente perguntou&lt;br /&gt;Entregues num abraço  que sufoca o próprio amor&lt;br /&gt;Cada um de nós é o resultado da união&lt;br /&gt;De duas mãos coladas numa mesma oração!&lt;/p&gt;Coisas do coração!&lt;br /&gt;Coisas do coração!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155225413217453481-1545893388403409754?l=mundodetarcila.blogspot.com'/&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/Z76ssxGkgrE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OMundoDeTarcila/~3/Z76ssxGkgrE/coisas-do-coracao-salvador.html</link><author>tarcila.queiroz@gmail.com (Tarcila)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SqFP60Su9MI/AAAAAAAABl0/vy7hdJXHqFk/s72-c/P040909_12.19.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundodetarcila.blogspot.com/2009/09/coisas-do-coracao-salvador.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155225413217453481.post-3093359160141515373</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 19:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T16:54:18.717-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Informações</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">moda</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Internet</category><title>A vez das gordinhas</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SqAeO8vHaFI/AAAAAAAABlE/qlvIK6v9BnE/s1600-h/0814-lizzie-miller_vg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SqAeO8vHaFI/AAAAAAAABlE/qlvIK6v9BnE/s320/0814-lizzie-miller_vg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377331197251119186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um ponto para a luta das mulheres de peso real! Indo contra a correnteza das campanhas anorexas, a revista americana "Glamour" publicou, recentemente, a foto de uma modelo estampando seus "pneuzinhos" de forma bastante extrovertida e despreocupada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A imagem, que ilustra um artigo sobre a questão da satisfação com o corpo, traz a modelo Lizzie Miller, modelo de 20 anos, loura de 1,80m de altura e 79 kg, sentada nua, numa pose que favorece o destaque às suas gordurinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A redação da revista recebeu milhares de comentários favoráveis à escolha, cheios de entusiasmo e ficou bastante impressionada com o tamanho da repercussão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Nunca tivemos tantas reações positivas (...) Sabia que as leitoras iam gostar, mas fiquei surpresa com a quantidade de reações. Espero que seja o princípio de uma revolução", comentou Cindi Leive, editora da "Glamour". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SqAeUqcBGWI/AAAAAAAABlM/EX7IV2qN4XU/s1600-h/lizzie-miller-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SqAeUqcBGWI/AAAAAAAABlM/EX7IV2qN4XU/s320/lizzie-miller-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377331295418390882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lizzie Miller está fazendo sucesso! Foi convidada para inúmeras participações televisivas, entrevistas e anda bem procurada nos sites de busca da internet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A curiosidade a respeito da modelo é que ela afirma ter perdido 30 kg e está hoje plenamente satisfeita com seu corpo.&lt;/p&gt;Esse é mais um passo para o progresso! Para o fim da ditadura da magreza. Para um crescimento social!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de anorexia ditada! Sim para a aceitação do corpo e plena satisfação!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O que importa é ser saudável e feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fica registrado os parabéns para a "Glamour": Congratulations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte: Folha Online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155225413217453481-3093359160141515373?l=mundodetarcila.blogspot.com'/&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/~4/3lr8JzZCLvs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OMundoDeTarcila/~3/3lr8JzZCLvs/vez-das-gordinhas.html</link><author>tarcila.queiroz@gmail.com (Tarcila)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SqAeO8vHaFI/AAAAAAAABlE/qlvIK6v9BnE/s72-c/0814-lizzie-miller_vg.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundodetarcila.blogspot.com/2009/09/vez-das-gordinhas.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155225413217453481.post-560255763612277852</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 16:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-31T14:01:58.903-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Besteirol</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Querido diário</category><title>"Sugar... pan pan pan... oh oh oh honey"</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SpwBzfD_twI/AAAAAAAABk8/AWpbC6GRpoo/s1600-h/gimme_some_sugar_baby_mug-p168344562962263919qjye_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SpwBzfD_twI/AAAAAAAABk8/AWpbC6GRpoo/s320/gimme_some_sugar_baby_mug-p168344562962263919qjye_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376174039196743426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do jeito que a vida anda amarga, cortar o açúcar é um suicídio.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos adiar mais uma vez a dieta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155225413217453481-560255763612277852?l=mundodetarcila.blogspot.com'/&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/KOnqcWQZky8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OMundoDeTarcila/~3/KOnqcWQZky8/sugar-pan-pan-pan-oh-oh-oh-honey.html</link><author>tarcila.queiroz@gmail.com (Tarcila)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SpwBzfD_twI/AAAAAAAABk8/AWpbC6GRpoo/s72-c/gimme_some_sugar_baby_mug-p168344562962263919qjye_400.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundodetarcila.blogspot.com/2009/08/sugar-pan-pan-pan-oh-oh-oh-honey.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155225413217453481.post-3902643632591270572</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 19:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-12T16:21:04.066-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Querido diário</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leitura</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Citações</category><title>Adiamento...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SoMVws9qmSI/AAAAAAAABk0/7knmrIpjcYg/s1600-h/81584777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SoMVws9qmSI/AAAAAAAABk0/7knmrIpjcYg/s320/81584777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369159107203471650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adiamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de amanhã, sim, só depois de amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;Levarei amanhã a pensar em depois de amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;E assim será possível; mas hoje não...&lt;br /&gt;Não, hoje nada; hoje não posso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A persistência confusa da minha subjetividade objetiva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O sono da minha vida real, intercalado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O cansaço antecipado e infinito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um cansaço de mundos para apanhar um elétrico...&lt;br /&gt;Esta espécie de alma...&lt;br /&gt;Só depois de amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quero preparar-me,&lt;br /&gt;Quero preparar-rne para pensar amanhã no dia seguinte...&lt;br /&gt;Ele é que é decisivo.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho já o plano traçado; mas não, hoje não traço planos...&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã é o dia dos planos.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã sentar-me-ei à secretária para conquistar o rnundo;&lt;br /&gt;Mas só conquistarei o mundo depois de amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenho vontade de chorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenho vontade de chorar muito de repente, de dentro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não queiram saber mais nada, é segredo, não digo.&lt;br /&gt;Só depois de amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;Quando era criança o circo de domingo divertia-rne toda a semana.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje só me diverte o circo de domingo de toda a semana da minha infância...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depois de amanhã serei outro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A minha vida triunfar-se-á,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todas as minhas qualidades reais de inteligente, lido e prático&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serão convocadas por um edital...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas por um edital de amanhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje quero dormir, redigirei amanhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por hoje, qual é o espetáculo que me repetiria a infância?&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo para eu comprar os bilhetes amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;Que depois de amanhã é que está bem o espetáculo...&lt;br /&gt;Antes, não...&lt;br /&gt;Depois de amanhã terei a pose pública que amanhã estudarei.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de amanhã serei finalmente o que hoje não posso nunca ser.&lt;br /&gt;Só depois de amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenho sono como o frio de um cão vadio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenho muito sono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amanhã te direi as palavras, ou depois de amanhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sim, talvez só depois de amanhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álvaro de Campos/ Fernando Pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155225413217453481-3902643632591270572?l=mundodetarcila.blogspot.com'/&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/U0VleF_-8mo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OMundoDeTarcila/~3/U0VleF_-8mo/adiamento.html</link><author>tarcila.queiroz@gmail.com (Tarcila)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SoMVws9qmSI/AAAAAAAABk0/7knmrIpjcYg/s72-c/81584777.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundodetarcila.blogspot.com/2009/08/adiamento.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155225413217453481.post-7172785301358250629</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 18:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-12T15:34:17.167-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Música</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Querido diário</category><title>E agora?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SoMLAEZELZI/AAAAAAAABks/nCjFuJXivhU/s1600-h/1109939135_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SoMLAEZELZI/AAAAAAAABks/nCjFuJXivhU/s320/1109939135_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369147276562541970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não me resta nada&lt;br /&gt;Sinto não ter forças para lutar&lt;br /&gt;É como morrer de sede no meio do mar e afogar&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me isolado&lt;br /&gt;Com tanta gente à minha volta&lt;br /&gt;Vocês não ouvem o grito da minha revolta &lt;p&gt;Choro a rir&lt;br /&gt;Isto é mais forte do que pensei&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro sou um mendigo que aparenta ser um rei&lt;br /&gt;Não sei do que fujo&lt;br /&gt;A esperança pouco me resta&lt;br /&gt;Triste ser tão novo e já achar que a vida não presta&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As pernas tremem&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o cansaço&lt;br /&gt;O vento sopra&lt;br /&gt;Ao espelho vejo o fracasso&lt;br /&gt;O dia amanhece&lt;br /&gt;Algo me diz para ter cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Vagueio sem destino&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei se estou acordado&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sorriso escasseia&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a tristeza é rainha&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se a alma existe&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que alguém feriu a minha&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes penso se algum dia serei feliz&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto oiço uma voz dentro de mim que me diz&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(M) Chorei&lt;br /&gt;(M) Mas não sei se alguém me ouviu&lt;br /&gt;(M) E não sei se quem me viu&lt;br /&gt;(M) Sabe a dor que em mim carrego&lt;br /&gt;(M) E a angústia que se esconde&lt;br /&gt;(M) Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;br /&gt;(M) Ter coragem de querer&lt;br /&gt;(M) Não ceder nem desistir&lt;br /&gt;(M) Eu prometo&lt;br /&gt;(M) Busquei&lt;br /&gt;(M) Nas palavras o conforto&lt;br /&gt;(M) Dancei no silêncio morto&lt;br /&gt;(M) E o escuro revelou&lt;br /&gt;(M) Que em mim a luz se esconde&lt;br /&gt;(M) Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;br /&gt;(M) E ter coragem de querer&lt;br /&gt;(M) Não ceder nem desistir&lt;br /&gt;(M) Eu prometo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Não há dia que não pergunto a Deus&lt;br /&gt;Porque nasci?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não pedi&lt;br /&gt;Alguém me diga o que faço aqui&lt;br /&gt;Se dependesse de mim teria ficado aonde estava&lt;br /&gt;Aonde não pensava, não existia, não chorava&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Prisioneiro de mim próprio&lt;br /&gt;O meu pior inimigo&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes penso que passo tempo demais comigo&lt;br /&gt;Olho para os lados,&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo ninguém para me ajudar&lt;br /&gt;Um ombro para me apoiar&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso para me animar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Quem sou eu?&lt;br /&gt;Para onde vou?&lt;br /&gt;De onde vim?&lt;br /&gt;Alguém me diga,&lt;br /&gt;Porque me sinto assim?&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que a culpa é minha mas não sei bem porquê&lt;br /&gt;Sinto lágrimas nos olhos mas ninguém as vê!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Estou farto de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Farto daquilo que sou,&lt;br /&gt;Farto daquilo que penso&lt;br /&gt;Mostrem-me a saída deste abismo imenso&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me se algum dia serei feliz&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto oiço uma voz dentro de mim que me diz&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(M) Chorei&lt;br /&gt;(M) Mas não sei se alguém me ouviu&lt;br /&gt;(M) E não sei se quem me viu&lt;br /&gt;(M) Sabe a dor que em mim carrego&lt;br /&gt;(M) E a angústia que se esconde&lt;br /&gt;(M) Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;br /&gt;(M) Ter coragem de querer&lt;br /&gt;(M) Não ceder nem desistir&lt;br /&gt;(M) Eu prometo&lt;br /&gt;(M) Busquei&lt;br /&gt;(M) Nas palavras o conforto&lt;br /&gt;(M) Dancei no silêncio morto&lt;br /&gt;(M) E o escuro revelou&lt;br /&gt;(M) Que em mim a luz se esconde&lt;br /&gt;(M) Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;br /&gt;(M) E ter coragem de querer&lt;br /&gt;(M) Não ceder nem desistir&lt;br /&gt;(M) Eu prometo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: arial; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OMundoDeTarcila/~4/0HoGcmQh6yI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OMundoDeTarcila/~3/0HoGcmQh6yI/e-agora.html</link><author>tarcila.queiroz@gmail.com (Tarcila)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SoMLAEZELZI/AAAAAAAABks/nCjFuJXivhU/s72-c/1109939135_f.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundodetarcila.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-agora.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155225413217453481.post-6888201557564466871</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 12:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-11T09:24:59.224-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Trabalho</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Recados</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Informações</category><title>Dia do Advogado</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SoFg14wIuGI/AAAAAAAABkk/EBqEt3X8e24/s1600-h/advogados1-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52tVAjMvEvg/SoFg14wIuGI/AAAAAAAABkk/EBqEt3X8e24/s320/advogados1-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368678709685958754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parabéns a todos os meus colegas advogados, pelo seu dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, não a todos, mas apenas a aqueles que prezam, defendem e levantam a bandeira da justiça. Aqueles que se mantêm no caminho da honestidade e da ética.&lt;br /&gt;Para esses, meus parabéns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, ser advogado é uma coisa bastante complicada. Primeiro porque a maior parte da sociedade não acredita em você... Mas quando o problema surge, você tem a obrigação de fazer tudo dar certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tem que conviver com um Judiciário cheio de problemas, burocracia e atendentes nem sempre disposto a colaborar com seu trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso sem falar na lentidão dos processos, que dificulta a solução para seus clientes e até o pagamento dos honorários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haja raça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns a todos aqueles que passam por tudo isso e não deixam sua ideologia e seus valores se romperem jamais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155225413217453481-6888201557564466871?l=mundodetarcila.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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