<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895131044478833171</id><updated>2024-09-01T06:37:29.684-07:00</updated><category term="bahia"/><category term="bahêa"/><category term="futebol"/><title type='text'>OPato e suas Aventuras no Incrível Mundo Analógico</title><subtitle type='html'>Este blog é para falar de tudo que nos cerca sobre o nosso Incrível Mundo Analógico.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Vinelli, Bruno Vinelli. O PatoQuack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11251982210507782676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyC8DvM5NPbCWuFVneWh850UVWM_pMWdhfX2Y7_QLO9_OKQsTcA1BCi-Su5NU6zGFrXFv_PC7EAbr337mLf_Lcp634CyC9nN73EPWVv3WPTecpEX8LtqHCKxVAx9h0A/s1600/*'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895131044478833171.post-5222369310638365656</id><published>2015-06-25T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-25T12:51:44.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-xyp0U61eODFryIV6sddDzkulRzzKk6yhJ2wHwK_4nU4gn4zkhtqwT5tUQMjk82y6L-6_5lTLrjkLYDvMwoyjD5INcvdqiC5XCUWfgoevJwFvaxpvBHrWy-H2R1jzayT3vhmfwTuPWJI/s1600/nyc-044.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-xyp0U61eODFryIV6sddDzkulRzzKk6yhJ2wHwK_4nU4gn4zkhtqwT5tUQMjk82y6L-6_5lTLrjkLYDvMwoyjD5INcvdqiC5XCUWfgoevJwFvaxpvBHrWy-H2R1jzayT3vhmfwTuPWJI/s320/nyc-044.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;O
Castelinho de Areia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Era uma vez um menino que toda vez que
ia visitar o mar, sempre construía na praia um castelinho de areia, passava
horas arquitetando como fazê-lo melhor para quando as primeiras ondas batessem,
a sua arte não acabaria logo e assim foi acreditando que ia dar certo a cada
tentativa: uma vez foi uma grande e inesperada onda, uma bola de futebol, um
homem desatento passou por cima e assim a cada momento, houve esse revés e seu
castelo era destruido. Todos criticavam que toda vez que ia ao mar fazia outro
castelo acreditando que aquele daria certo e sem sucesso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A vida é assim, a felicidade e alguns
objetivos que temos, há de persistir que um dia consegue, mas se não acontecer,
pelo menos a alegria de acreditar em algo e ter esperança poderá valer a pena.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O menino pensou que ele não nasceu
para fazer castelos e desistiu da ideia de ter um realmente em sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;Pra rua me levar(Ana Carolina)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;Não vou viver, como alguém que só espera um novo
amor&lt;br /&gt;
Há outras coisas no caminho onde eu vou&lt;br /&gt;
As vezes ando só, trocando passos com a solidão&lt;br /&gt;
Momentos que são meus, e que não abro mão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;Já sei olhar o rio por onde a vida passa&lt;br /&gt;
Sem me precipitar, e nem perder a hora&lt;br /&gt;
Escuto no silêncio que há em mim e basta&lt;br /&gt;
Outro tempo começou pra mim agora&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;Vou deixar a rua me levar&lt;br /&gt;
Ver a cidade se acender&lt;br /&gt;
A lua vai banhar esse lugar&lt;br /&gt;
Eu vou lembrar você&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;É, mas tenho ainda muita coisa pra arrumar&lt;br /&gt;
Promessas que me fiz e que ainda não cumpri&lt;br /&gt;
Palavras me aguardam o tempo exato pra falar&lt;br /&gt;
Coisas minhas, talvez você nem queira ouvir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;Já sei olhar o rio por onde a vida passa&lt;br /&gt;
Sem me precipitar, e nem perder a hora&lt;br /&gt;
Escuto no silêncio que há em mim e basta&lt;br /&gt;
Outro tempo começou pra mim agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOwL40NQoNwKtpVqLJoEa3V-PY-wzfNTS3h5IsqpP6UXXh7pF6eRvMFWcOc1z5w3NdyM-lI9tpIlXoOEYAyoK2iyeMiyan_PSsMy_kqquwh34KTNLw8PLEa-XUav-Om3g_sg0X4lSWIQ4/s1600/facebook-111.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOwL40NQoNwKtpVqLJoEa3V-PY-wzfNTS3h5IsqpP6UXXh7pF6eRvMFWcOc1z5w3NdyM-lI9tpIlXoOEYAyoK2iyeMiyan_PSsMy_kqquwh34KTNLw8PLEa-XUav-Om3g_sg0X4lSWIQ4/s320/facebook-111.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Título da Foto:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;A Espera do Personagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Momento antes da apresentação da Farsa da Boa Preguiça em Pedreiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/feeds/1170290669488070296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1895131044478833171/1170290669488070296?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/1170290669488070296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/1170290669488070296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/2013/05/espetaculo.html' title='Espetáculo'/><author><name>Vinelli, Bruno Vinelli. O PatoQuack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11251982210507782676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyC8DvM5NPbCWuFVneWh850UVWM_pMWdhfX2Y7_QLO9_OKQsTcA1BCi-Su5NU6zGFrXFv_PC7EAbr337mLf_Lcp634CyC9nN73EPWVv3WPTecpEX8LtqHCKxVAx9h0A/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOwL40NQoNwKtpVqLJoEa3V-PY-wzfNTS3h5IsqpP6UXXh7pF6eRvMFWcOc1z5w3NdyM-lI9tpIlXoOEYAyoK2iyeMiyan_PSsMy_kqquwh34KTNLw8PLEa-XUav-Om3g_sg0X4lSWIQ4/s72-c/facebook-111.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895131044478833171.post-6970405042255241365</id><published>2013-05-09T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-09T21:37:33.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joao do Vale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4levwUbcYmogka9KFo-dHtcUGBHT39Re6WrpM0svAtnlZxPlqFLIBtVsBMnRpT1SGUWSem46rQOV44Dr7sd6QfPCht-v8vLhi_JHVPg3tAtudzwm6D7z3ZWnjCLgiXDQuXsQjzDjscEw/s1600/blog-001.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4levwUbcYmogka9KFo-dHtcUGBHT39Re6WrpM0svAtnlZxPlqFLIBtVsBMnRpT1SGUWSem46rQOV44Dr7sd6QfPCht-v8vLhi_JHVPg3tAtudzwm6D7z3ZWnjCLgiXDQuXsQjzDjscEw/s320/blog-001.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Título da Foto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Proibido Fumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;O bar da viúva de João do Vale, o poeta e autor de Carcará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-gNsW85Cy4hCKgfNHWrI2IdHmwqTC3xxoJ9yVfp3xLnlq7qPYByHznMjOZcwTOO-oFejxxFU2_BmD-0m0pjKZi0UmDwV6m5JGCiUjjMDDmCuXonbd1dEUv9xdnuW7syBwck9JpBTFFTU/s1600/blog-002.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-gNsW85Cy4hCKgfNHWrI2IdHmwqTC3xxoJ9yVfp3xLnlq7qPYByHznMjOZcwTOO-oFejxxFU2_BmD-0m0pjKZi0UmDwV6m5JGCiUjjMDDmCuXonbd1dEUv9xdnuW7syBwck9JpBTFFTU/s320/blog-002.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Título da Foto:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;De um lado Maranhão, do outro, Piauí.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Este rio é a divisa dos estados do Maranhão e Piauí. É a junção do Rio Parnaíba e esqueci o nome do outro. Só sei que tomei banho nos 2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beijos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/feeds/5151119342700275132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1895131044478833171/5151119342700275132?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/5151119342700275132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/5151119342700275132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/2013/05/o-caminho.html' title='O Caminho'/><author><name>Vinelli, Bruno Vinelli. O PatoQuack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11251982210507782676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyC8DvM5NPbCWuFVneWh850UVWM_pMWdhfX2Y7_QLO9_OKQsTcA1BCi-Su5NU6zGFrXFv_PC7EAbr337mLf_Lcp634CyC9nN73EPWVv3WPTecpEX8LtqHCKxVAx9h0A/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-gNsW85Cy4hCKgfNHWrI2IdHmwqTC3xxoJ9yVfp3xLnlq7qPYByHznMjOZcwTOO-oFejxxFU2_BmD-0m0pjKZi0UmDwV6m5JGCiUjjMDDmCuXonbd1dEUv9xdnuW7syBwck9JpBTFFTU/s72-c/blog-002.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895131044478833171.post-6942079957962558602</id><published>2013-05-06T18:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-06T18:22:27.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santo Anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2CYGoiw5q0pu_hgPSdeFSCuHPzZvjssoM729scu06BgzZtN0a5rIHn4ym6pGdE0cbdwknD7c4SoODmaTM-zoxX80NRLM7Ae1zJ8kA1u4A67CYIJ6Z5bbvj5skz3C2GGLQQnCqgKRWzug/s1600/amarante-001.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2CYGoiw5q0pu_hgPSdeFSCuHPzZvjssoM729scu06BgzZtN0a5rIHn4ym6pGdE0cbdwknD7c4SoODmaTM-zoxX80NRLM7Ae1zJ8kA1u4A67CYIJ6Z5bbvj5skz3C2GGLQQnCqgKRWzug/s320/amarante-001.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Título da Foto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #073763;&quot;&gt;Santo Anjo do Senhor, Meu Zeloso Guardador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #073763;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #073763;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #073763;&quot;&gt;Na cidade de Amarante, há este anjo perto da escada do mirante, logo abaixo da foto que postei ontem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #073763;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nestes 20 dias é muita viagem, porém com responsabilidade e proteção Divina.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #073763;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #073763;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Até logo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDFSDg7fgToIIzybkBHVI3BXibxezOR1Pxs2JvFED-34HQo_XZ4pue2Hoh9n5c3jsOZWMGOI3Lvcq383WotRkXeA5W4kepl2uhusMeWFcbUngmjAocl181zcFJHTsINGRFBJK9FB8CItE/s1600/blog-001.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDFSDg7fgToIIzybkBHVI3BXibxezOR1Pxs2JvFED-34HQo_XZ4pue2Hoh9n5c3jsOZWMGOI3Lvcq383WotRkXeA5W4kepl2uhusMeWFcbUngmjAocl181zcFJHTsINGRFBJK9FB8CItE/s320/blog-001.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Titulo da Foto: Montes Gêmeos Maranhenses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Mais uma cidade maravilhosa e pessoas atenciosas. Conheci vários senhores e senhoras.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Cada dia uma grande surpresa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Felicidade suprema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/feeds/8124367236070335131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1895131044478833171/8124367236070335131?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/8124367236070335131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/8124367236070335131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/2013/05/amarante.html' title='Amarante'/><author><name>Vinelli, Bruno Vinelli. O PatoQuack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11251982210507782676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyC8DvM5NPbCWuFVneWh850UVWM_pMWdhfX2Y7_QLO9_OKQsTcA1BCi-Su5NU6zGFrXFv_PC7EAbr337mLf_Lcp634CyC9nN73EPWVv3WPTecpEX8LtqHCKxVAx9h0A/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDFSDg7fgToIIzybkBHVI3BXibxezOR1Pxs2JvFED-34HQo_XZ4pue2Hoh9n5c3jsOZWMGOI3Lvcq383WotRkXeA5W4kepl2uhusMeWFcbUngmjAocl181zcFJHTsINGRFBJK9FB8CItE/s72-c/blog-001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895131044478833171.post-761936419842483355</id><published>2013-05-02T12:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-02T12:01:57.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foi dada a Largada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyypTDdb87n3Xm9JaZrPuGDWUFiQfUG0S_Lu4Iso-a0CgRkzBsLZoeHkHy3dNt5x7xGebaWB0sRSy8AXIg4UAt7nuruZPidg_i_5CaAQKlxTC_K4WFf9ypsfiBfm21iH2PYv72VuSuPU/s1600/depois-7.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyypTDdb87n3Xm9JaZrPuGDWUFiQfUG0S_Lu4Iso-a0CgRkzBsLZoeHkHy3dNt5x7xGebaWB0sRSy8AXIg4UAt7nuruZPidg_i_5CaAQKlxTC_K4WFf9ypsfiBfm21iH2PYv72VuSuPU/s320/depois-7.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Título da Foto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Preparar... Vai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Primeiro dia de apresentação da Farsa da Boa Preguiça em Teresina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Energia muito boa e muitas risadas, antes durante e depois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif6aVo2pKy6LNNSJlPDUuml7hPToa49e6ovrAT7Ei56ooemx1JcH8Y8fbZ5XAM1XHt2xVS9aKJJ9mCJr4ryv1m14A7ENiZkUdrdj_UCrxjZ-b4Ky6FwtAjBtOgVDRSZUcw5HjMbPkQ8k4/s1600/blog-1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif6aVo2pKy6LNNSJlPDUuml7hPToa49e6ovrAT7Ei56ooemx1JcH8Y8fbZ5XAM1XHt2xVS9aKJJ9mCJr4ryv1m14A7ENiZkUdrdj_UCrxjZ-b4Ky6FwtAjBtOgVDRSZUcw5HjMbPkQ8k4/s320/blog-1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Título: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noite de Estreia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Hoje haverá a estreia do Ser Tão Teatro com a peça &lt;b&gt;A Farsa da Boa Preguiça, no Teatro 4 de Setembro aqui em Teresina. &lt;/b&gt;Então, dá alegria a esse povo que está de folga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;E como falou Confúcio: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Escolha um trabalho que você ame e não terás que trabalhar um único dia em sua vida&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMqZnqQ4Vq5QOQ5D6MUFS4KQg2L3z_ib8_avN8u4zTxZCJsuTQFKmhi7hxNAjWiiAAXLrZelfNTUwJX-bPM6maePdd7IB2lxzvzjehxVhXGd5bGcnj1RhcF7ODC73AM_QuoveeGLOEDH0/s1600/rodasertao2-82.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMqZnqQ4Vq5QOQ5D6MUFS4KQg2L3z_ib8_avN8u4zTxZCJsuTQFKmhi7hxNAjWiiAAXLrZelfNTUwJX-bPM6maePdd7IB2lxzvzjehxVhXGd5bGcnj1RhcF7ODC73AM_QuoveeGLOEDH0/s320/rodasertao2-82.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Como definir Teresina em dois dias de estada na cidade: Uma cidade do interior que é capital de um estado.&lt;br /&gt;
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Agora, sim, aquela cidade do interior boa. Com pessoas simples, comércio bem receptivo e se não tem em um local, eles indicam o seu concorrente. Como João Pessoa era há uns 15 anos.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Título:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #073763;&quot;&gt; Abençoe, Senhor, Nossa Viagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Primeiro dia de viagem é aquela tensão, mas quando chegamos ao destino vemos que vale a pena todo o sacrifício.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Foto tirada no estado do Piauí atrás de um posto de gasolina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Ontem não tive aula e fui ao Espaço Cultural estudar. Até aí
tudo bem. E as pessoas que passaram no concurso da educação do Estado da
Paraíba estavam tomando posse em seus cargos. 5180 aprovados para trabalhar,
diretamente e indiretamente (há divergências, pois trabalhar na área
administrativa tem que ter essa função também, a de educar), na educação. &amp;nbsp;E esta palavra que já foi repetida 2 vezes, eu
não vi a mesma relação à limpeza. A praça do povo estava um verdadeiro lixão e
cadê a educação de pegar a garrafinha, papel e ir jogar na lata?! Não tem, e
ainda querem colocar a culpa na Presidenta, Lu Maia. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lixo é
cuidado de todos, educação que em países desenvolvidos culturalmente jogam seus
objetos que não precisam no lixo, ou doam, não porque é lei e sim que tem
princípios. Por isso que é fácil colocar a culpa nos grandes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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que tem como piorar a situação? Tem. Eu estava na padaria para tomar meu café e
chegou uma aprovada e pediu:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Me dê
dois pão.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O “Me
dê” ainda dá para engolir, pois pouca gente dirá: “De-me”. A-go-ra “DOIS PÃO”,
aí é de matar. E pensei, espero que ela não tenha passado para professora e de
português. Só faltou, comer seus “DOIS PÃO” e jogar o papel na rua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt; &amp;nbsp; Não nego para ninguém que assisto Glee e acompanho desde a 1a temporada que começou com uma boa narrativa e tema clichê. Alunos que não são populares, sofrem perseguições(bullying) dos populares e resolvem entrar no coral da escola, uns porque querem ou não.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Cada um com seus sonhos, defeitos e pureza da adolescência. Com o passar das temporadas, cresceram, se descobriram, e alguns estão na faculdade tentando construir seus sonhos e outros ainda tentando. E a pureza e alegria de ser jovem ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Hoje estão adultos e sabemos como a vida realmente é: dura e implacável, principalente quando erramos. Ela não é um musical como &quot;Cantando na Chuva&quot;, nem um filme de Spielberg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Nesta quarta temporada, os criadores tiveram que inovar e fazer que os personagens enfrentassem estas agruras de viver, sair da zona de conforto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Como nos filmes de Harry Potter, os personagens cresceram a cada filme e a cada episódio. Nós crescemos também, tivemos sonhos&amp;nbsp;destruídos, pois o mundo é um moinho. E como canta Cartola:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&quot;Ainda é cedo, amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Mal começaste a conhecer a vida&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;E ainda uma parte do elenco cantando The Scientist finalizando com chave de ouro este 4o episódio da 4a temporada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Até a próxima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Foto: Bruno Vinelli&lt;br /&gt;Local: Lagoa&lt;br /&gt;Modelo: Annestela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/feeds/1791203541634814357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1895131044478833171/1791203541634814357?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/1791203541634814357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/1791203541634814357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/2012/10/glee-cresceu.html' title='Glee cresceu'/><author><name>Vinelli, Bruno Vinelli. O PatoQuack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11251982210507782676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyC8DvM5NPbCWuFVneWh850UVWM_pMWdhfX2Y7_QLO9_OKQsTcA1BCi-Su5NU6zGFrXFv_PC7EAbr337mLf_Lcp634CyC9nN73EPWVv3WPTecpEX8LtqHCKxVAx9h0A/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwgpJribH-7NRsY4deKJqFysaqP6_qko1C1tk_D2fjLDN_ZxHBlWSJEyJOJ2M88avUqbuNPFQqyVcAe2aXjt7mlf6JJgt1Foq7SvgeokJm5t4OkUgJkesjlNCmVbyHjrrgKWFKhpsVbFo/s72-c/2012-09-29-TardeSabado-221209.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895131044478833171.post-1966916242730152768</id><published>2012-07-17T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-17T10:32:39.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Igreja Adventista Universal do Sexto Dígito</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Vi essa semana que tem um candidato a não sei o que, chamado &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pavablog.com/2012/07/16/clark-crente-o-super-heroi-evangelico/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Clark Crente&lt;/a&gt; e veio de um perfil do facebook chamado Igreja Apocalíptica do Oitavo Dia. Pensei com meu teclado e porquê não fazer uma Igreja, e ele, o teclado, me respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Igreja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Adventista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;Universal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Sexto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Dígito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Seu lema é:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Para você que é livre ou proprietário, não importa o seu sistema:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Só o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ctrl + S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt; SALVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Seu principal líder seria a Energia Elétrica, algo intangível. E sua filha,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;A Internet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt; que &amp;nbsp;sabe de tudo e está em todo lugar em todas as velocidades.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Seus dogmas sempre estão sendo atualizados, como por exemplo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;No anos de 1990:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: blue;&quot;&gt;Era proibido para o irmão banir ou &quot;kickar&quot; namorada ou esposa sua ou do seu amigo do canal do IRC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: blue;&quot;&gt;Nunca marca um IRContro com outra pessoa quando ela está comprometida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Na primeira década dos anos 2000, já houve atualização:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: blue;&quot;&gt;Não ficar na Webcam pelado(a) pelo MSN para alguém comprometido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: blue;&quot;&gt;Nunca virar fã de alguém com &quot;Status&quot; de relacionamento, namorando, noivo, casado, no Orkut, nem criar depoimentos amorosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: blue;&quot;&gt;E hoje, seu mandamento seria:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: blue;&quot;&gt;Nunca Cutuque alguém com namorada(o), noivo(a) ou casado(a).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: blue;&quot;&gt;Não curta alguma foto com segundas intenções dele(a).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Quem saiba tem mais dogmas nos próximos posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Beijos e Ctrl+S&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/feeds/1966916242730152768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1895131044478833171/1966916242730152768?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/1966916242730152768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/1966916242730152768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/2012/07/igreja-adventista-universal-do-sexto.html' title='Igreja Adventista Universal do Sexto Dígito'/><author><name>Vinelli, Bruno Vinelli. O PatoQuack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11251982210507782676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyC8DvM5NPbCWuFVneWh850UVWM_pMWdhfX2Y7_QLO9_OKQsTcA1BCi-Su5NU6zGFrXFv_PC7EAbr337mLf_Lcp634CyC9nN73EPWVv3WPTecpEX8LtqHCKxVAx9h0A/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2DMxGb7PVw7Ln4g2mb6u1IsjPdLcuQJy8D0X18Xk06S08JcEcArR_qbCHVw0lRL5gP1Apiiip5gFEpk930mFRbr7bvUq1rE_N2UvFdNv5Z8HI4FLD4aVgB0TI4SWQ2F6czrdPS2DNHO0/s72-c/Ney+001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895131044478833171.post-6115665428283874059</id><published>2012-06-16T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-16T09:02:09.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os 2 lados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaj0VbBfzGoVvE5lqUA1aAH6lBgj2gcjZHpJVbYKNdL1OFxMP46fCz7u5-7wEq81esXdpyosq1-XtVr47VUThLHGlHj4ELmgHMRO28QTV3RaVJ9DeQKcIsvvruaRngL6kHtrEEVHXqFNs/s1600/2012-03-11-tardeDomingo-51.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;212&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaj0VbBfzGoVvE5lqUA1aAH6lBgj2gcjZHpJVbYKNdL1OFxMP46fCz7u5-7wEq81esXdpyosq1-XtVr47VUThLHGlHj4ELmgHMRO28QTV3RaVJ9DeQKcIsvvruaRngL6kHtrEEVHXqFNs/s320/2012-03-11-tardeDomingo-51.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Desde o início de tudo há a dualidade, escuro e luz e vai terminar com vida e morte. Hoje vivemos em função dos 0s e 1s dos bits. No mundo real não existe meio termo, exceto os políticos. Uma vez vi um filme, que esqueci o nome agora, em que uma mulher casada perde o metrô e não consegur chegar mais cedo em casa, porém mostra o outro lado como se ela tivesse pegado e chegou mais cedo e encontra o marido com outra. Sua narrativa alterna entre as duas vidas em universos paralelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Todo mundo pensa ou pensou: &quot;E se tivesse acontecido aquilo...&quot;, &quot;e se eu tivesse deixado o emprego ou alguem por outra alternativa...&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A vida nos dá alternativas, as vezes elas aparecem, desaparecem e voltam. Será que daria para arriscar tudo e viver a vida sonhada há uns anos ? Ou continuar e deixar essa opção apenas numa relação utópica ? Mais uma dualidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O lado utópico é interessante apenas nas histórias de cinema, aquele amor verdadeiro que leva os dois a crescerem juntos, sem nenhum problema externo ou interno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E apenas falando de mim, sou fotógrafo retratista, vejo muitos rostos, sorrisos, choros e penso como é a vida dessa pessoa, como seria e desejo que tudo de bom aconteca com ela e que não tenha tantas dúvidas sobre encontrar alguém. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A verdade é que nunca saberemos as duas respostas ao mesmo tempo. Ou uma ou outra e até mesmo nenhuma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Beijos e até logo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/feeds/6115665428283874059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1895131044478833171/6115665428283874059?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/6115665428283874059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/6115665428283874059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/2012/06/os-2-lados.html' title='Os 2 lados'/><author><name>Vinelli, Bruno Vinelli. O PatoQuack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11251982210507782676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyC8DvM5NPbCWuFVneWh850UVWM_pMWdhfX2Y7_QLO9_OKQsTcA1BCi-Su5NU6zGFrXFv_PC7EAbr337mLf_Lcp634CyC9nN73EPWVv3WPTecpEX8LtqHCKxVAx9h0A/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaj0VbBfzGoVvE5lqUA1aAH6lBgj2gcjZHpJVbYKNdL1OFxMP46fCz7u5-7wEq81esXdpyosq1-XtVr47VUThLHGlHj4ELmgHMRO28QTV3RaVJ9DeQKcIsvvruaRngL6kHtrEEVHXqFNs/s72-c/2012-03-11-tardeDomingo-51.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895131044478833171.post-8618047153386771758</id><published>2012-05-03T12:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-03T12:22:10.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha manga foi melada por uma manga e ela manga até hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMMpzomZsw4LvYVmFv1gmZh0LecWnRfbyhF4e6zQ9WNGJ3zWrk9wg9jtkbHhSRJErjp0qQp-kVAQzX0DbeRu47rMozLEcDI_5TD1VoeGoh6AqcGcwQsR8FFRI0PSjWf6CyxswhhLSix3c/s1600/tumblr_l9swz5gsZr1qzekdio1_5003.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;220&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMMpzomZsw4LvYVmFv1gmZh0LecWnRfbyhF4e6zQ9WNGJ3zWrk9wg9jtkbHhSRJErjp0qQp-kVAQzX0DbeRu47rMozLEcDI_5TD1VoeGoh6AqcGcwQsR8FFRI0PSjWf6CyxswhhLSix3c/s320/tumblr_l9swz5gsZr1qzekdio1_5003.gif&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Uma semana dessas me perguntaram como se escrevia &quot;como&quot; em inglês, eu falei que teria que saber o contexto para dizer qual palavra. A pessoa ficou perplexa achando que eu queria saber da mensagem que estava mandando. Eu tentei amenizar dizendo que há várias formas e fui analisar a palavra &quot;como&quot; nas duas línguas:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Como&quot; no sentido de comparação&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de ser como o Homem de Ferro.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Como&quot; no sentido de comer&lt;br /&gt;Eu como pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Como&quot;&amp;nbsp; como uma pergunta&lt;br /&gt;Como vai você ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E tantas outras, como no inglês tem, like, &quot;...do as ...&quot;, eat...,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E como terminou a noite... Não me disse nada e disse, então coloca like mesmo. Eu poderia ter dito &quot;eat&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Ela poderia ter escrito &quot;Eu como você&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou indo e hoje não colocarei uma foto minha. Vai ser um GIF que gosto muito.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/feeds/8618047153386771758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1895131044478833171/8618047153386771758?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/8618047153386771758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/8618047153386771758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/2012/05/minha-manga-foi-melada-por-uma-manga-e.html' title='A minha manga foi melada por uma manga e ela manga até hoje'/><author><name>Vinelli, Bruno Vinelli. O PatoQuack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11251982210507782676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyC8DvM5NPbCWuFVneWh850UVWM_pMWdhfX2Y7_QLO9_OKQsTcA1BCi-Su5NU6zGFrXFv_PC7EAbr337mLf_Lcp634CyC9nN73EPWVv3WPTecpEX8LtqHCKxVAx9h0A/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMMpzomZsw4LvYVmFv1gmZh0LecWnRfbyhF4e6zQ9WNGJ3zWrk9wg9jtkbHhSRJErjp0qQp-kVAQzX0DbeRu47rMozLEcDI_5TD1VoeGoh6AqcGcwQsR8FFRI0PSjWf6CyxswhhLSix3c/s72-c/tumblr_l9swz5gsZr1qzekdio1_5003.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895131044478833171.post-67483141001941911</id><published>2012-04-07T18:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-07T18:31:59.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Herói Judas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOaFUYcuOkHEFxV-TdQD_w12K9UGvcCzdgjxilEQGanoLTNd-DBp7f0_YHKbmV9cwqbnub_bPzQdyJyr6PCY_4lq4Kd4BkjDFuhL7OJvNuyquDnfTyuTPjpTm5w2QhNgCkDZ74EoYHMVU/s1600/2012-02-25-chorinho-109.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOaFUYcuOkHEFxV-TdQD_w12K9UGvcCzdgjxilEQGanoLTNd-DBp7f0_YHKbmV9cwqbnub_bPzQdyJyr6PCY_4lq4Kd4BkjDFuhL7OJvNuyquDnfTyuTPjpTm5w2QhNgCkDZ74EoYHMVU/s320/2012-02-25-chorinho-109.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hoje assisti a paixão de Cristo feito aqui em João Pessoa que se chama, A Flor da Paixão e parei para pensar, a personalidade ou personagem mais injustiçado da história da humanidade foi e será sempre Judas.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Até uns textos que encontraram e falam do &quot;Evangélio&quot; de Judas, mostra que ele sabia, através de Jesus, esse fardo que levaria para toda eternidade. O do traidor do filho de Deus. Sim, e se ele não tivesse traido, quem morreria por nós e assim nascia uma das maiores religiões do mundo ?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Então também Deus não previa isso ? Se não previa, Ele não é &quot;O Todo Poderoso&quot;. Pois, eu acredito que o próprio Judas sabia e não aguentou esse peso nas costar e se matou. Não suportou o peso da &quot;culpa&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Enquanto isso no Brasil, um político mata milhares de pessoas de fome, sem saúde de qualidade, desviando dinheiro público; um rico mata e é solto. Todo mundo depois bate palmas, vota nos mesmos candidatos e o culpado sempre será Judas.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/feeds/67483141001941911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1895131044478833171/67483141001941911?isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/67483141001941911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/67483141001941911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/2012/04/o-heroi-judas.html' title='O Herói Judas'/><author><name>Vinelli, Bruno Vinelli. O PatoQuack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11251982210507782676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyC8DvM5NPbCWuFVneWh850UVWM_pMWdhfX2Y7_QLO9_OKQsTcA1BCi-Su5NU6zGFrXFv_PC7EAbr337mLf_Lcp634CyC9nN73EPWVv3WPTecpEX8LtqHCKxVAx9h0A/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOaFUYcuOkHEFxV-TdQD_w12K9UGvcCzdgjxilEQGanoLTNd-DBp7f0_YHKbmV9cwqbnub_bPzQdyJyr6PCY_4lq4Kd4BkjDFuhL7OJvNuyquDnfTyuTPjpTm5w2QhNgCkDZ74EoYHMVU/s72-c/2012-02-25-chorinho-109.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895131044478833171.post-1301408386304564442</id><published>2012-04-04T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-04T08:20:36.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A distância de cada dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Uma vez escrevi aqui no blog que a Internet não afasta as pessoas(&lt;a href=&quot;http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com.br/2011/07/internet-afasta-as-pessoas.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;clique aqui e veja o texto&lt;/a&gt;), porém vejo que não é ela e sim as pessoas se afastam sozinhas e a grande rede é apenas uma válvula de escape para não ficar preso à televisão.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hoje todo mundo só quer uma amizade para ter algo em troca, nem que seja ser melhor que o &quot;amigo&quot; para poder dizer sempre que &quot;sou melhor que você&quot;. Ninguém quer um relacionamento, de amizade, namoro e até de trabalho recíproco e sim um tem que &quot;ganhar mais que o outro&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Me chamam de chato, orgulhoso e cheio de mágoas e não é. Há pessoas na minha vida que não vale a pena nem mendigar um alô ou mesmo um acenar de mãos, pois essas mesmas mãos, são as mesmas que apedrejam, como dizia Augusto dos Anjos.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E sim, prefiro ficar em casa, estudando, lendo, assistindo séries e filmes, a ter que sair mal acompanhado. E quando saiu, levo a minha câmera para tentar captar a ingenuidade das crianças antes que elas acordem para a grande verdade, vivemos uma grande mentira.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/feeds/1301408386304564442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1895131044478833171/1301408386304564442?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/1301408386304564442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/1301408386304564442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/2012/04/distancia-de-cada-dia.html' title='A distância de cada dia'/><author><name>Vinelli, Bruno Vinelli. O PatoQuack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11251982210507782676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyC8DvM5NPbCWuFVneWh850UVWM_pMWdhfX2Y7_QLO9_OKQsTcA1BCi-Su5NU6zGFrXFv_PC7EAbr337mLf_Lcp634CyC9nN73EPWVv3WPTecpEX8LtqHCKxVAx9h0A/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrmug8p80fU4ovYJdiDwgwMfUZHgsdnd13R7zXLNutJgGC7XRggWWuZS6devgiXj9vkGTv6clD19oKIJHu9Se2Ama1JEQ8CLWbrC8ZtLtRe0q7jstPRVdngZEmMiamxv93iHA98JJa17A/s72-c/2012-03-05-tardedomingo-52.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895131044478833171.post-5139096791440470337</id><published>2012-03-30T17:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-30T17:56:28.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastores Evangélicos x Ser Cristão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Vamos falar do assunto do momento: A guerra entre pastores evangélicos. Quem é o mais &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;demoníaco&lt;/span&gt;&quot;? Sim, isso mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Primeiro de tudo, alguém já foi a uma igreja evangélica e ela só falou em Deus ? Falou nada. Fala do Diabo e suas trapaças e depois, falam do dizmo e de Deus. Óbvio e ululante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Não importa o nome do pastor milionário, ficaram ricos por causa da ingenuidade do povo e não por milagres de Deus. Jesus multiplicou o Pão e o Vinho, do bom viu, não era aquele vinho Carreteiro não. Está escrito na Bíblia, apesar que não sou cristão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;E esses pastores, falam do dizmo e quanto mais dinheiro se coloca a bênção vem mais rápida. E há milagres para ficar rico, ter casa própria(essa o Pe. Silas Malafaia é PhD) e até ficar heterossexual. Alô pessoal, ser homossexual não é doença, nem desvio de saúde mental não, procurem no Google. Só falta reza para aprender a dirigir e respeitar os irmãos que são cristãos e pagãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;E está na Bíblia: É preciso amar as pessoas como se não houvesse amanhã. Não é uma letra do Renato Russo não&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Uma vez aconteceu comigo, quando eu era da Igreja Batista(graças a Deus, saí), por causa de uma pessoa, que eu era quase um herege por não conhecer &quot;a palavra&quot;, mas não pelos meus atos de respeitar e seguir as regras éticas. Enquanto que outro que conhecia o &quot;livro sagrado&quot; a dedo, sabia de cada livro e versículo, porém bebia muito, arrumava confusão, colocava as pessoas em perigo andando rápido pelo trânsito, mas era respeitado por ser bom cristão.&lt;/span&gt; E teve um pastor que dizia as suas ovelhas que eu era desviado. Fofoca não é pior não!&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;E em falar em cristão, uma vez Danilo Gentili perguntou a Boris Casoy quem ele queria que se convertesse ao cristianismo, ele falou: &quot;O bisbo Edir Macedo&quot;. Resposta sensacional. Não só ele como o resto desses pasatores que só pensam no dizmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Aqui em João Pessoa há vários assim, que deviam se converter ao cristianismo. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/feeds/5139096791440470337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1895131044478833171/5139096791440470337?isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/5139096791440470337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/5139096791440470337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/2012/03/pastores-evangelicos-x-ser-cristao.html' title='Pastores Evangélicos x Ser Cristão'/><author><name>Vinelli, Bruno Vinelli. O PatoQuack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11251982210507782676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyC8DvM5NPbCWuFVneWh850UVWM_pMWdhfX2Y7_QLO9_OKQsTcA1BCi-Su5NU6zGFrXFv_PC7EAbr337mLf_Lcp634CyC9nN73EPWVv3WPTecpEX8LtqHCKxVAx9h0A/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq76oiwhEtyoplCTpiWwZOABdbsAJKYsXIq4iU7JWpSzyNBS26PPruYNr-bdoH0vMu92lGRT5Of_xlbpiSJPWRZqtwkh188XuhCseMriOHIEMDhHhK9ICEcEZ77CIMo5PI3S0B8u9ZjlQ/s72-c/2012-03-05-tardedomingo-56.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895131044478833171.post-8698630499601446526</id><published>2012-03-18T20:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-18T20:24:10.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Animais e Religião) x (Copa e Religiao) x (Educação, Saúde e Segurança)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nunca vi tanta publicação no meu Facebook sobre animais e religião. Um fala de torturas e outro de que Jesus é isso e aquilo(as crentes e os crentes piram).&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Porém, não vi ninguém, mas ninguém(quase ninguém) falando que é contra a Copa do Mundo em 2014 ou das Olimpíadas de 2016. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Onde está educação no Brasil, a base de tudo. Um país com boa, não precisa ser ótima, só boa educação, não se preocupará tanto com a violência urbana que assola nosso país. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Segurança pública, não existe.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Saúde?! Brincadeira. Quantas pessoas morrem por descaso da saúde pública. Quantas famílias são destruídas pelas mortes de seus entes queridos. Médicos que não querem trabalhar porque ganham pouco(R$ 6.000,00 por mês, trabalhando 20 horas semanais ou menos), enquanto que um professor recebe no máximo R$ 1.000,00 para trabalhar até 40 horas semanais.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Animais são importantes, religião também. Mas, há algo bem mais importante, o nosso futuro como um país uno. Que respeitem todos, homens, mulheres, animais, religião, gays, lésbicas, transexuais... &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Todos, respeitem a diferença de cada um. E não ficar pregando e cantando músicas evangélicas em pleno plenário da Câmara dos Deputados, em vez de criar leis, projetos, emendas para todos.&lt;br /&gt;
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É assim que eu penso.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/feeds/8698630499601446526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1895131044478833171/8698630499601446526?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/8698630499601446526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/8698630499601446526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/2012/03/nunca-vi-tanta-publicacao-no-meu.html' title='(Animais e Religião) x (Copa e Religiao) x (Educação, Saúde e Segurança)'/><author><name>Vinelli, Bruno Vinelli. O PatoQuack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11251982210507782676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyC8DvM5NPbCWuFVneWh850UVWM_pMWdhfX2Y7_QLO9_OKQsTcA1BCi-Su5NU6zGFrXFv_PC7EAbr337mLf_Lcp634CyC9nN73EPWVv3WPTecpEX8LtqHCKxVAx9h0A/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8HCppt72ba7QokFLS1e-5BazCxOT8-v8Kfkf1JBU1cdUpV7TrJ1yj6qWxXBhmDI6BrhQXoG-wPMo0NcXs7slsAMyCI0tlmbdFdU4St4Zcr1oXBatJvCEH0UbysXUVVZpsXSRA7aaDvk0/s72-c/PB.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895131044478833171.post-5514911962517528539</id><published>2012-03-09T09:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-09T09:59:04.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desisti de lutar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNVSf40yzrXbHsrTIr6JYm6fCjz6AYG2vYw_BF7MWb8EI7Fuo3TMljBh0C6C_V8D5oCK6QlvZ2ZbMVAs8mKWWyLJBCiKXz4dvMVEkO1JZc_ZA_lPpXNjpdSl7ljMVGCafx0LBwM0Acr5w/s1600/BrunoVinelli-02.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNVSf40yzrXbHsrTIr6JYm6fCjz6AYG2vYw_BF7MWb8EI7Fuo3TMljBh0C6C_V8D5oCK6QlvZ2ZbMVAs8mKWWyLJBCiKXz4dvMVEkO1JZc_ZA_lPpXNjpdSl7ljMVGCafx0LBwM0Acr5w/s320/BrunoVinelli-02.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desisti de lutar pelas pessoas, desisti de lutar por mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos 35 anos, percebi que não vale mais a pena lutar para um mundo melhor. Nunca vai melhorar, só piorar a cada dia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou viver agora para ser constante e não ter que provar nada mais para ninguém, nem para mim. Estudarei com força Cinema, pois desde que me dou por gente amo essa arte. Logo ela que me fez ser a pessoa que quero, ver o mundo como eu gostaria de ver, pena que só são por mais ou menos 2 horas e em noites de quinta, última sessão, pois não tem quase ninguém para ficar conversando entre si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi pessoas por atitudes minhas e outras perdi por nem tentar ter atitudes, então é melhor ficar na inércia do tempo e das minhas madrugadas dentro do meu quarto, assistindo séries, filmes, lendo e estudando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou continuar fotografando que pelo menos deixarei algo para alguém para a eternidade, como um dia farei filmes que me façam mudar de opinião sobre viver e relacionamento com as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou indo.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/feeds/5514911962517528539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1895131044478833171/5514911962517528539?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/5514911962517528539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/5514911962517528539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/2012/03/desisti-de-lutar.html' title='Desisti de lutar'/><author><name>Vinelli, Bruno Vinelli. O PatoQuack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11251982210507782676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyC8DvM5NPbCWuFVneWh850UVWM_pMWdhfX2Y7_QLO9_OKQsTcA1BCi-Su5NU6zGFrXFv_PC7EAbr337mLf_Lcp634CyC9nN73EPWVv3WPTecpEX8LtqHCKxVAx9h0A/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNVSf40yzrXbHsrTIr6JYm6fCjz6AYG2vYw_BF7MWb8EI7Fuo3TMljBh0C6C_V8D5oCK6QlvZ2ZbMVAs8mKWWyLJBCiKXz4dvMVEkO1JZc_ZA_lPpXNjpdSl7ljMVGCafx0LBwM0Acr5w/s72-c/BrunoVinelli-02.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895131044478833171.post-3798648496963554356</id><published>2012-03-07T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-07T09:04:14.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>35 anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Para quem não sabe, ontem dia 6 de março, foi meu aniversário. Fiz 35 anos e alguns conceitos mudaram desde o ano passado quando escrevi sobre meus &lt;a href=&quot;http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/2011/03/os-1os-34-aninhos-nunca-esqueceremos.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;34 anos&lt;/a&gt;(depois se quiser, clique na idade que vocês verão o que falei). A única coisa que não mudou foi que me ensinaram(&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Seu Xavier, pai de Arlene&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style=&quot;background-color: yellow;&quot;&gt;que a data de aniversário é o dia mais importante da sua vida&lt;/span&gt;. Quem é amigo meu sabe a festa que eu faço quando é esse dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festas são engraçadas e nos fazem lembrar o quanto é bom estar vivo e fazer parte da vida de algumas pessoas. Se sentir importante, nem que seja por um punhado de pessoas ou até mesmo para uma.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Aniversário é uma renovação de um sonho que um dia vamos conquistar, não é atoa que sempre vou ao cinema ver um bom filme. Este ano fui ver &quot;O Artista&quot;. Sem palavras ou quase sem palavras fiquei com tanta beleza e emoção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Infelizmente, também lembramos dos antigos amigos que foram &quot;apagados&quot; do Facebook e outros que sumirão através da escuridão da ganância, egocentrismo, falsidade e preconceitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Mais é a vida, e vamos valorizar quem te valoriza e sempre vai te defender quando falam por trás e te criticar na sua frente. Mesmo sabendo que vai doer, mas é melhor ter a dor da verdade a ter a paz da falsidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;E vamos festejar com dança, como nos finais dos filmes musicais dos anos de 1930. Felicidade, muita dança e paz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Obrigado a todos que deixaram de fazer algo importante para mandar mensagem, ir a festa de última hora, ligar e sempre serei eternamente grato a todos.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/feeds/3798648496963554356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1895131044478833171/3798648496963554356?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/3798648496963554356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/3798648496963554356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/2012/03/35-anos.html' title='35 anos'/><author><name>Vinelli, Bruno Vinelli. O PatoQuack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11251982210507782676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyC8DvM5NPbCWuFVneWh850UVWM_pMWdhfX2Y7_QLO9_OKQsTcA1BCi-Su5NU6zGFrXFv_PC7EAbr337mLf_Lcp634CyC9nN73EPWVv3WPTecpEX8LtqHCKxVAx9h0A/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4yjDieaVwy-7WWleLaclZ-w6NBVQ5VNo4h5QQqK4-XlPWtE4O-E3D4BgdyJsucrNuoVhL3Op2UjtUaUnUFg2HCx5WLVQGGXvS_YCPGscF3djS-utlOeEHuH9kIDhgRU0DXU3z2v2eXuw/s72-c/2012-03-06-35anos-97.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895131044478833171.post-4396204795666301521</id><published>2012-03-03T15:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T15:19:43.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcar Território</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;A ciência mostra que somos &quot;seres humanos, animais mamíferos, bípedes e com um telencéfalo altamente desenvolvido e polegar opositor&quot;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Agora somos racionais !? Matamos por uma brincadeira, por ciúmes, por ganância e religião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Estava eu conversando com Marília sobre namorados que vão academia e um fica dando beijo no outro para... para? Marcar território! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Cachorros marcam território fazendo xixi, macacos marcam batendo no peito e nós humanos, animais mamíferos, bípedes e com um telencéfalo altamente desenvolvido e polegar opositor, beijamos alguém para dizer que tem ou é &quot;dono&quot; do seu par.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Relacionamento é tão engraçado, primeiro amigos, depois prisioneiros um do outro. A dependência de um do outro, sofrimento, depois acaba e passamos não acreditar mais. Aí, voltamos a ter algo e diz que vai fazer diferente e o que acontece ? Mesma coisa e assim fica um eterno círculo que não para.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;A sociedade é hipócrita nesses assuntos, pois acha bonito na TV qualquer tipo de relacionamento, mas na vida real, essas mesmas falam mal e tacham pessoas responsáveis de tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;PS: Para quem não sabe o verbo tachar significa, falar mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Então, somos animais (ir)racionais, com um telencéfalo altamente desenvolvido e polegar opositor. E animais, não precisa &quot;marcar território&quot; físico, pois como disse Renato Russo, ninguém sofre por amor, porque o amor é para curtir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Bibliografia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;A frase do &quot;telencéfalo altamente desenvolvido e polegar opositor&quot; vem do filme, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAzhAXjUG28&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Ilha das Flores de Jorge Furtado.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/feeds/4396204795666301521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1895131044478833171/4396204795666301521?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/4396204795666301521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/4396204795666301521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/2012/03/marcar-territorio.html' title='Marcar Território'/><author><name>Vinelli, Bruno Vinelli. O PatoQuack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11251982210507782676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyC8DvM5NPbCWuFVneWh850UVWM_pMWdhfX2Y7_QLO9_OKQsTcA1BCi-Su5NU6zGFrXFv_PC7EAbr337mLf_Lcp634CyC9nN73EPWVv3WPTecpEX8LtqHCKxVAx9h0A/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl537F44gqUISGLXkBnhmnpLU256kg7HAKqaxBG7D2hK1bjH5vAPgzyFBdIrJYgR6pRqG0jYly8XHdaRssnHR-7nekwNHMCdjWxwcBwzjLNWbxYWzWNJXHlqTl9-BIOISDOQh2bnICbMQ/s72-c/ChorinhoSabado+159.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895131044478833171.post-1861911985139006831</id><published>2012-02-20T08:19:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T08:20:54.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponto de Virada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; De acordo com Syd Field, autor do livro &quot;Manual do Roteiro&quot;, todo bom roteiro tem que ter o ponto de virada, ou seja, aquela reviravolta na história. Hoje lembrei de 3 pontos que foram fundamentais com a minha formação atual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Primeira de todas:&lt;/span&gt; Meu primeiro namoro acabou e fiquei sem rumo. O que foi que fiz? Fui ao cinema rever Aladdin e vi que a arte preenchia o meu vazio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Segundo&lt;/span&gt; foi no FENART de 2009, quando assisti a peça de Lirinha (aquele vocalista da banda Cordel do Fogo Encatado), Mercadorias e Futuros e percebi que se eu fosse viver sem a arte, seria infeliz. Então foi quando comecei a pensar sobre um relacionamento que estava tendo com uma evangélica que não gostava de arte. Foi neste dia que a ficha caiu, mesmo assim acreditava que podia ter dado certo, mas terminou dando certo para os 2 lados. Ela casou e eu estou &quot;solteiro&quot; e produzindo arte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;terceiro&lt;/span&gt; foi o ano passado, São João, quando vi que ia ter o curso de Cinema aqui na UFPB, que &quot;desisti de tudo&quot;, tive uma mudança de vida de 180 graus e decidi realmente seguir meu coração e viver de arte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O ano de 2011 foi o da descoberta e seguir realmente em que acredito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Apesar que o mundo não está preparado para as minhas ideias, mas eu estou. E você ? Qual foi o seu &quot;ponto de virada&quot; ?&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/feeds/1861911985139006831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1895131044478833171/1861911985139006831?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/1861911985139006831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/1861911985139006831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/2012/02/ponto-de-virada.html' title='Ponto de Virada'/><author><name>Vinelli, Bruno Vinelli. O PatoQuack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11251982210507782676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyC8DvM5NPbCWuFVneWh850UVWM_pMWdhfX2Y7_QLO9_OKQsTcA1BCi-Su5NU6zGFrXFv_PC7EAbr337mLf_Lcp634CyC9nN73EPWVv3WPTecpEX8LtqHCKxVAx9h0A/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtUmNSLtFR8duvb6GkosnPVzVnbaP6ZXIDmmwsj5vVxpbZOysC0qj-0XTPoHYHc21KRAhC0kAqxSqDJTA790-VZEG-o_Rq2hmc2aWhD5RdLkMbfsC9hGJ3UXUlrO_ngxU2SP_J13A55CY/s72-c/2012-01-21-Sava+013.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895131044478833171.post-6260813168474135614</id><published>2012-02-01T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T10:47:52.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Magia do Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMr9A6-CPt0kS-vpo9eAKutcyzfhQ_i34sdMtTyPv5L82wn3fCJ80VBh4J9KOXx7ivBSJYznQ5P62rHbza3XSHPjzw6dnEkOf1QgHzE664JqcqfpPMgznqwYmcsLYbsragWvkOz7BJkRg/s1600/2012-01-21-Sava+090.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMr9A6-CPt0kS-vpo9eAKutcyzfhQ_i34sdMtTyPv5L82wn3fCJ80VBh4J9KOXx7ivBSJYznQ5P62rHbza3XSHPjzw6dnEkOf1QgHzE664JqcqfpPMgznqwYmcsLYbsragWvkOz7BJkRg/s320/2012-01-21-Sava+090.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Em 2011 perdi as esperanças de um mundo melhor e a &quot;paz mundial&quot;. Fiquei bem ácido e sem otimismo num futuro melhor. Até a virada do ano eu disse, &quot;vai continuar a mesma coisa&quot;. Era apenas um momento ruim de um pouco mais de 1 anos que ainda estava para ir embora como 2011 foi. Dentro de 1s, tudo iria mudar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt; Eram 23 horas 59minutos e 59 segundos do dia 31 de Dezembro de 2011, os fogos comecaram e entramos em 2012. Fotos, show de Rita Lee e Stella Artois. Cheguei em casa 6h da manhã, tomado banho de mar e tudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Primeiro mês do ano, Salvador, fotos, resultado de vestibular, tudo positivo. Só faltava uma coisa, o coração, aquele que eu fechei a 9 chaves, joquei num lugar escuro e pronto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt; A vida nos trás essas coisas e faz nos descobrir que vale a pena se dedicar a uma pessoa, além dos seus amigos e pessoas que nunca vimos. É a arte de viver bem. A arte de conversar e entender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Janeiro terminou bem, muito bem. Hoje sou aluno do curso da primeira turma de&amp;nbsp; Cinema e Audiovisual da UFPB e estou pronto para me dedicar a uma pessoa. E acredito que cada ano podemos fazer diferente e melhor. &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;E voltei a acreditar que a vida a dois pode ser um filme de Comédia Romântica. E vou fazer isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: blue;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Até logo e proximo post.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/feeds/6260813168474135614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1895131044478833171/6260813168474135614?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/6260813168474135614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895131044478833171/posts/default/6260813168474135614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opatoesuasaventuras.blogspot.com/2012/02/magia-do-ano-novo.html' title='A Magia do Ano Novo'/><author><name>Vinelli, Bruno Vinelli. O PatoQuack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11251982210507782676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyC8DvM5NPbCWuFVneWh850UVWM_pMWdhfX2Y7_QLO9_OKQsTcA1BCi-Su5NU6zGFrXFv_PC7EAbr337mLf_Lcp634CyC9nN73EPWVv3WPTecpEX8LtqHCKxVAx9h0A/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMr9A6-CPt0kS-vpo9eAKutcyzfhQ_i34sdMtTyPv5L82wn3fCJ80VBh4J9KOXx7ivBSJYznQ5P62rHbza3XSHPjzw6dnEkOf1QgHzE664JqcqfpPMgznqwYmcsLYbsragWvkOz7BJkRg/s72-c/2012-01-21-Sava+090.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895131044478833171.post-9056885625044989654</id><published>2012-01-07T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T07:31:41.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Clichê</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A vida é um clichê, acordamos de dia e vamos durmir a noite, não importa a hora: vamos durmir no escuro e acordamos no claro. Há o clichê de que a noite é treva, significando mal e&amp;nbsp; a luz algo bom. Eu terminei minha monografia de graduação e espcialização a noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Outro clichê, diretor de cinema é mandão. Não, não é. Acabei de ler uma reportagem na revista Bravo! com Selton Melo como diretor de &quot;O Palhaço&quot; e ele era como um pai nas filmagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quem sempre vive sorrindo é feliz! Não, não é! Apenas para deixar as pessoas que ela convive felizes e sem preocupações. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lutador tem que ser &quot;grosso&quot;, macho e ter voz grossa. E Anderson Silva ? Voz fina, faz sobrancelhas, sabe dancar e tem 4 ou 5 filhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eu esto fora dos clichês, pois amo jogos eletrônicos, quadrinhos, Stella Artois, rock e rock nacional anos 80 para trás, prefiro ter amigos verdadeiros a ter um relacionamento duvidoso, dentre outras coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Todos os clichês que falei foram batidos, há outros que são únicos clichês são: dia e noite, vida e morte, felicidade e tristesa e bem e mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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