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term="supérfluo"/><category term="timelapse"/><category term="tradução"/><category term="trans"/><category term="união"/><category term="utilidade"/><category term="viagem"/><category term="vício"/><title type="text">Pensações - Um blog por Mackenzie Melo</title><subtitle type="html">Pensações: Para construir um mundo melhor...</subtitle><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default?alt=atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" rel="hub"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" rel="next" type="application/atom+xml"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><generator uri="http://www.blogger.com" version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>535</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-6492319966315046416</id><published>2026-05-08T23:33:35.872-04:00</published><updated>2026-05-08T23:33:35.890-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Arquivo X"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Citação"/><category 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        Cena de Arquivo X, 7ª Temporada, Episódio 17, "Todas as Coisas" (2000)
      
    
  
  
    
    
  
Quero apenas dizer que essa série é, realmente, extraordinária. E alguns momentos são ainda mais extraordinários que a série em si. Esse monólogo de Scully é um deles."O tempo passa em momentos. Momentos estes que, deslizando </summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/6492319966315046416/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/6492319966315046416?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/6492319966315046416" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/6492319966315046416" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2026/05/momentos.html" rel="alternate" title="Momentos" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjuFXipPowMC0R2P578JxbCQboqgTygop51IgS72kNAyURBp3IP7_o1YNZh4OSorbDdA44vjBzQVUxPFGLLBtcH5lFBWclYR7Jovz_Vrtv1QEKTTl6-pMYBbQdU_eCbsWU2C5aIM2dZSZcdFsupOt916Kiq7X2_3Fmpl9ZdbUnG9pN_DRAGZKeC=s72-w640-h398-c" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Salem, MA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.5197473 -70.8954626</georss:point><georss:box>14.209513463821153 -106.0517126 70.829981136178844 -35.7392126</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-3278557238510635107</id><published>2026-04-30T00:18:47.515-04:00</published><updated>2026-04-30T00:30:04.142-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cartum"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="França"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="história"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Piada"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Revolução Francesa"/><title type="text">Bastilha</title><summary type="text">
O ano é 1789.


  
  
    
      
        
          
            
          
        
        
          
            La Prise de la Bastille, por Jean-Pierre Houël (1789)
          
        
      
    
    
  
  Na França, a Revolução está prestes a iniciar.&amp;nbsp;
  
    Hoje já sabemos o que aconteceu, mas durante aqueles dias, só havia
    incertezas.O que reserva o futuro?
  
  
    Muitos</summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/3278557238510635107/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/3278557238510635107?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="2 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/3278557238510635107" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/3278557238510635107" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2026/04/bastilha.html" rel="alternate" title="Bastilha" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWiuD6CtYoC6bbcFuNa5b3hVPy3ymqv4M-kv80r8gKsrBL-uOljpZTovBbbalgkRbY-lJC0oZDI3D920UKsWzUgf2DYkWba3UiPuzWniiHY-t33KDMGVI8JThI6NKRD_o9CxVSLARODHwltqzqKQc5KWYpmku_q8ZjedTW99X1c4QkfUqC7-iE/s72-w640-h486-c/La%20Prise%20de%20la%20Bastille,%20par%20Jean-Pierre%20Hou%C3%ABl%20(1789).jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Salem, MA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.5197473 -70.8954626</georss:point><georss:box>14.209513463821153 -106.0517126 70.829981136178844 -35.7392126</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-5825289945058920828</id><published>2026-04-16T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2026-04-16T17:51:25.698-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="francês"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="linguagem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="língua portuguesa"/><title type="text">Pandicular</title><summary type="text">Joseph Ducreux pandiculando; autorretrato c.1783Todo dia, caso queiramos, aprendemos algo novo.Falo isso pois parece que a gente&amp;nbsp; - apesar de às vezes crer que sabe tudo - apenas sabe o que sabe, conhece o que conhece.Caso não queiramos, iremos aprender mesmo assim, só que muitas vezes não nos damos conta disso no momento. E nem depois.&amp;nbsp;Hoje me deparei com uma palavra em francês que não</summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/5825289945058920828/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/5825289945058920828?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/5825289945058920828" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/5825289945058920828" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2026/04/pandicular.html" rel="alternate" title="Pandicular" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZDXQKWCEb1xLZe7Aarbiue47SQjWDtzjXIVJLBVKUZ1yFSr83LtRiRgA1k-6RKynBqmWS_DB3th2jdm-C25w1ptshB215N901FA54X8ziVTOqElytU3kGKsub-2S4lZ533x15tq_0VI5ieUB6EqIcT8Ame71FoGHuGl5G_xI-0mX6pIARFUi/s72-w492-h640-c/Joseph_Ducreux_(French)_-_Self-Portrait,_Yawning_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Leominster, MA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.5250906 -71.759794</georss:point><georss:box>20.729099294114931 -106.916044 64.321081905885066 -36.603543999999992</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-1976112497258810244</id><published>2026-04-10T16:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2026-04-10T16:39:29.339-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="arte"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Instagram"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Perfeição"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vídeo"/><title type="text">Anos depois, minutos atrás</title><summary type="text">
  
    
      
        
      
    
    
      
        Quatro Linhas, Um Olho.
      
    
  



  Tudo aquilo&amp;nbsp;


  Que chegará um dia


  A ficar bom,


  Quiçá perfeito,


  


  Terá que ter&amp;nbsp;


  Começado ontem,


  Quem sabe hoje,


  Minutos atrás.


  


  Isso se, realmente


  Começarmos.


  Senão, ficará


  Apenas não feito.


  


  Começar, achar difícil


  E parar, sem </summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/1976112497258810244/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/1976112497258810244?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/1976112497258810244" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/1976112497258810244" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2026/04/anos-depois-minutos-atras.html" rel="alternate" title="Anos depois, minutos atrás" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB0e-gZ33PBAy6oC7hhyphenhyphen0dySqb0-Mm0yl5CGohyY7E4B_pNn7RcJNkYYG0prsqUs8nzMI_iKPJljIl452qJN6np8SxIja54Z3_q8lW_FpSDnwjBb0uwKjrhBHFWo11baI8_n1lfPi-b0VPXEcqRX_hCSHERRMvtKZ7ISJnCPXc86hRsIpg26WT/s72-w640-h482-c/PXL_20260410_194947607.RAW-01.COVER%20(white%20level).jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Leominster, MA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.5250906 -71.759794</georss:point><georss:box>14.214856763821153 -106.916044 70.835324436178837 -36.603544</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-5274305338122475911</id><published>2026-03-20T11:58:28.587-04:00</published><updated>2026-03-20T12:00:37.105-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chuck Norris"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homenagem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Meme"/><title type="text">Chuck Norris (1940-2026)</title><summary type="text">
  

Não é que eu era um fã que o seguia.

Nem que eu tivesse uma real admiração por ele.


  Para falar a verdade, os filmes que eu lembro dele são Comando Delta (Delta
  Force, 1986) e Braddock (Missing In Action, 1984), ambos dos anos 80's, quando
  ele fez sucesso em filmes. Posteriormente, com o seu sucesso, acabei
  descobrindo que era campeão de caratê e tinha feito filmes com Bruce Lee.

</summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/5274305338122475911/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/5274305338122475911?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/5274305338122475911" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/5274305338122475911" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2026/03/chuck-norris-1940-2026.html" rel="alternate" title="Chuck Norris (1940-2026)" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQGONKfllKFVmTJuqEOZCtlbwo5tOKn1eb7eYH_q5UtcJd_LqIAoZX1nKG7d6nWsn0ApPMdhnLcVJcLIJ61rmr71cIcBykqvmvgyPph5aogzCR-LcJH2QmiaoYAXgWplt4e9ZV0X7XdxQsQaS31ZpChgK8XYZxJc5UjE2JNSZB4hI7eJbs_K6p/s72-w640-h362-c/Chuck-Norris-N%C3%A3o-Morre-01.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-2987730803060642059</id><published>2026-03-13T16:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2026-03-13T16:47:53.614-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coração"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filosofia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inteligência"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mitologia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mitos"/><title type="text">Pedra e Ouro</title><summary type="text"> 

  
    
      
        
      
    
    
      Midas e Medusa - Esse namoro não durou muito...
    
  


Mitos são ferramentas poderosas para nos entendermos e nos conhecermos a nós mesmos.


  De que vale todo o mármore, todo o granito do mundo se nossa suposta
  inteligência apenas gera veneno, traição, divisão e medo?



  De que vale todo o ouro do mundo se o nosso coração não passa de uma</summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/2987730803060642059/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/2987730803060642059?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/2987730803060642059" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/2987730803060642059" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2026/03/pedra-e-ouro.html" rel="alternate" title="Pedra e Ouro" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtKOspUstrZS6PykbzdGLd7dpFlmNVrRKEuWEeNmrAnPlLHCNtx2GJsUEhrO9UKLQ9zEkSIvkvZ9bdNJLpeyAEBoN2ZnQsbCrqVcyzAf-VxNTliBnzhHAxReNMbCKVMnj_wof_KL6yit9WawmLbO3qJSWIpSOyRC705fkMoUh8u24SRAqR7Cao/s72-w640-h350-c/Gemini_Generated_Image_y1c1ucy1c1ucy1c1.png" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Leominster, MA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.5250906 -71.759794</georss:point><georss:box>14.214856763821153 -106.916044 70.835324436178837 -36.603544</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-2973430468940305309</id><published>2026-03-13T13:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2026-04-10T17:01:19.341-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="carinha"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="foto"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fotografia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Iradex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="óculos"/><title type="text">Carinhas</title><summary type="text">Uma amiga podcaster (do saudoso Iradex Podcast) sempre dizia que adorava quando via carinhas.Ela falava algo assim: "Vejo carinhas em tudo."
Creio que todos nós vemos, não é? Talvez a diferença seja que alguns falam sobre isso enquanto outros apenas veem e - talvez por não acharem nada demais - não comentam nada... Ou será que tem gente que não vê?Essa semana eu vi uma carinha quando estava </summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/2973430468940305309/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/2973430468940305309?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/2973430468940305309" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/2973430468940305309" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2026/03/carinhas.html" rel="alternate" title="Carinhas" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7pjS5_jysRzCQVkJnRNghnnii4J5A8EyQB8IU2RtPUvVkouJnfBxrH9JDxUEvOQC9TkoDGL5OGP6-z8ApcABQp2DIFj8YHEsF1rIaedgimIK5eMBvBDQNgaxJlh6zp0ubirInf-sVTf81zNDzaJrvN6BnTZkEsynRPiwnVqNoMSRej7ArIfNb/s72-w640-h482-c/PXL_20260310_214129596.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Leominster, MA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.5250906 -71.759794</georss:point><georss:box>14.214856763821153 -106.916044 70.835324436178837 -36.603544</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-1877887914093432008</id><published>2026-02-26T00:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2026-02-26T10:36:10.417-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emoticon"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="matemática"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="música"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sorriso"/><title type="text">e moti quações</title><summary type="text">
  
    Visto em algum lugar
  
  
    
      
    
    
    
      
    
    
  
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          O vídeo recebido e republicado acima, é da rede social de
            @cemazzetto, conforme watermark imposta sobre todo o vídeo.
            (https://www.instagram.com/p/DUOtd42kY57/)
        
      
    
  


Recebi esse vídeo e fui pesquisar sobre o assunto. Acabei escrevendo esse texto
e compartilhei com alguns </summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/436958368000929492/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/436958368000929492?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/436958368000929492" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/436958368000929492" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2026/02/homem-aranha-e-o-palmeiras.html" rel="alternate" title="O Homem-Aranha e o Palmeiras" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi25e_nK_t7ZkTlfLXF40ja_W43K9shUnoPw_fFE6Y1XenPR5HRoME7qPD9hsLaxwilJvaBOSGm8pQKLwZNa1pLchd3CQY_WcLBqz8uT5Rk2zI5vOLYvkdnIYkHBX_nnxd7VKpdkg6b7UvQiKeXRtDpUYnG82H6Y12cRCpBPHeoq1x6iZ0EwYSF/s72-w640-h248-c/HA-Sports-Palmeiras.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Leominster, MA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.5250906 -71.759794</georss:point><georss:box>14.214856763821153 -106.916044 70.835324436178837 -36.603544</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-3386334662135008679</id><published>2026-02-12T20:09:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2026-02-16T12:17:11.153-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="autores"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feminismo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="LGBTQIA+"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mulher"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prêmios"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trans"/><title type="text">Coisa de Mulher</title><summary type="text">
  
    
      
        
      
    
    
      
        ... é representar 50% da equipe de astronautas da NASANicole
        Aunapu Mann, Anne McClain, Jessica Meir e Christina Hammock Koch
      
    
  



Vez por outra eu paro para dar uma olhada e fazer uma limpeza em arquivos
aleatórios (será?) antigos, guardados em pastas aleatórias (será?) em meu
computador.


  No momento em que as </summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/3386334662135008679/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/3386334662135008679?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/3386334662135008679" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/3386334662135008679" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2026/02/coisa-de-mulher.html" rel="alternate" title="Coisa de Mulher" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKP1aL2aCMy2-TQCfkBHynjtwEKTY0_zjgkAdC4YfKY8ymryOw8VAAnUTf17mDTkqD1gy_45QKjJlA0kfBjgUE1JLjbxQjuICcZWmorjD5wYAK9-Zy9kyby3t6oSUcb2JXOZGqR4IyFzbP6VjcrOywniWGbZ1yCcRgUQqKqbS5K2rFSPP-oMxW/s72-w640-h640-c/Coisa%20de%20Mulher%20-%20amp-mulheres-nasa.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Leominster, MA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.5250906 -71.759794</georss:point><georss:box>14.214856763821153 -106.916044 70.835324436178837 -36.603544</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-2888385728492174360</id><published>2026-02-11T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2026-02-11T18:44:00.355-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Artemis 2"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coelho"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="foto"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fotografia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lua"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Neil Armstrong"/><title type="text">Passo Lunático</title><summary type="text">Neil Armstrong, ao pousar na Lua em 20 de julho de 1969 diz a famosa frase:


  "Este é um pequeno passo para [um] homem, um gigantesco salto para a
  humanidade." - Neil Armstrong


  Hoje, ao sair de casa, eu vi uma cena que me lembrou dessa frase dele.&amp;nbsp;



  Talvez a lembrança tenha vindo por causa da recente missão ao redor da Lua que
  estava marcada para acontecer em Fevereiro, mas que</summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/2888385728492174360/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/2888385728492174360?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/2888385728492174360" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/2888385728492174360" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2026/02/passo-lunatico.html" rel="alternate" title="Passo Lunático" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD-oWlw8ZEEWt4VH7UbiB7Ar2MlOZKd-pyXBlWcNtbr7ecO0mUolefUaitq4OpakbgB_WPAy-N-cCBS1YnycJav31X2aIEoW8p3XkmqwapKRlEEILDmOHr3OA9LhyphenhyphenlG3J-67NCxVwp05lturPKjdh_mPqhGTTXDiRJdHsfSyk4p-g01IMLUCVa/s72-w640-h426-c/Artemis%20II%20&amp;%20The%20Snow%20Moon%20(2026-02-01).jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Leominster, MA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.5250906 -71.759794</georss:point><georss:box>14.214856763821153 -106.916044 70.835324436178837 -36.603544</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-6782848485591720225</id><published>2026-02-02T14:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2026-02-02T14:08:50.375-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Conto"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Água"/><title type="text">Seca</title><summary type="text">
  
      
    
    As bocas secas contrastam com a chuva que cai lá fora.


  - Mas que droga, - diz Omar em meio à tosse que teima em cortar sua linha
    de raciocínio. Esse aguaceiro infernal não nos dá um respiro.


  - Semana passada você tava aqui, nesse mesmo lugar, olhando pela mesma
    janela, tossindo do mesmo modo e reclamando da estiagem... Ê homem
    reclamão...


  - Ei, olhe bem</summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/6782848485591720225/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/6782848485591720225?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/6782848485591720225" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/6782848485591720225" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2026/02/seca.html" rel="alternate" title="Seca" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXX8RdqGjeafIYtyIiJpRVGlep1lOP3zLGNEB3QlIvkcHykVotvJZ0AW35iB1wmIzRxq_nfXfwGZhRLphSPYTsoDrrPbvGQv9eTpIOfUuMUMR0qmyRvZPQuu8-aDaV2pM7V517c5KGtlOAkvwSTmGiYS5W1JmCDg3qbaP1w6C9R3bdusf5QNTP/s72-w640-h360-c/Gemini_Generated_Image_svgu0bsvgu0bsvgu_(smaller).jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Leominster, MA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.5250906 -71.759794</georss:point><georss:box>14.214856763821153 -106.916044 70.835324436178837 -36.603544</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-341867290490617854</id><published>2026-01-23T16:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2026-01-23T17:36:58.665-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="burrice"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ficção Científica"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filosofia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inteligência"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Livros"/><title type="text">Perigoso</title><summary type="text"> 

  
    
      
        
      
    
    
      
        
          "É perigoso estar certo em questões sobre as quais as autoridades
          estabelecidas estão erradas." - Voltaire
        
      
    
  



  Voltaire, filósofo iluminista francês do Século XVIII (1694-1778), escreveu essa
  frase na obra "Do Século de Luís XIV" ("Du siècle de Louis XIV"). Essa
  tradução não é a mais "</summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/341867290490617854/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/341867290490617854?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/341867290490617854" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/341867290490617854" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2026/01/perigoso.html" rel="alternate" title="Perigoso" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCRSHmua3cGepGKoUjYBGbYiBnz8e4OfqrtmkAxJTLcL7Z3VYcR7cp7bal9rQvopNExIr7sOlO7_8ivnnfo4mxrnjFewtdAL6ul9hhr51jbtfPllj-iOGwPV30yb2cLTT0ypFKJte2ftGIL9fn0YeNrEJpxxvN_EkP2VBDraW2YY0da46gaEgg/s72-w520-h640-c/photo_2026-01-23_13-46-59.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Leominster, MA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.5250906 -71.759794</georss:point><georss:box>14.214856763821153 -106.916044 70.835324436178837 -36.603544</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-5993412657936766909</id><published>2026-01-21T16:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2026-01-21T16:52:04.120-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Expressões"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="língua"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="língua portuguesa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tradução"/><title type="text">A França é Bacon</title><summary type="text">Boca Falando Bacon (gerada por IA, a partir de meu pedido)Algumas coisas funcionam apenas - ou em geral - na língua original.Quando eu falo 'coisas', estou querendo dizer, frases, orações, pegadinhas linguísticas, expressões idiomáticas, etc. Coisas relacionadas às palavras.Isso acontece em qualquer língua. Temos as nossas expressões que, naturalmente, não podem ser traduzidas ao pé da letra, </summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/5993412657936766909/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/5993412657936766909?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/5993412657936766909" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/5993412657936766909" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2026/01/a-franca-e-bacon.html" rel="alternate" title="A França é Bacon" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg35-N9rtsiXmgHRARpstZEfCQqBEp4khuYlUFFdl6Y_Xt-Vd9HDTxsHZZgnAfmqXqeRBFqJa_CWhAWUazOmlZsyGRJmG5Smad9C9BsfW4uLGhw6eeVfs1n_uo_2xjDA8R3VyRWfVOVvdrAXIL560dRiXTREBeJkU5IoAB5svYLyydbgrgFYhTe/s72-w640-h350-c/Muiltiple%20language%20bubble%20speaker%203.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Leominster, MA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.5250906 -71.759794</georss:point><georss:box>14.214856763821153 -106.916044 70.835324436178837 -36.603544</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-8023577998292208436</id><published>2026-01-17T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2026-01-17T14:14:59.523-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amigos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="irmãos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia"/><title type="text">Blog Coma Cama</title><summary type="text">
Imagem parcialmente gerada por IA, com uma descrição minha, mas editada e "melhorada" por mim."Um blog mortoOu em comaSentado, leioPareço estar deitadoViajando, espraiadoNa cama, mortoDe ócio produtivo"&amp;nbsp;mackmelo--P.s.: encontrei essa postagem (abaixo, no link) desse blog por causa de Rosinha. Quer dizer, por causa do blog antigo de Rosinha. Quer dizer, por causa de um blog que tem, no nome,</summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/8023577998292208436/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/8023577998292208436?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/8023577998292208436" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/8023577998292208436" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2026/01/blog-coma-cama.html" rel="alternate" title="Blog Coma Cama" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqQzgiq2_kZsxY36t7ZaBQdXNYnl3km7S0ig9eiPPJNUYPg6z0bZxGv3wkZAWvmSI4TmCG6zMulwzCcxe6AbKozev0Zbn0elbMxSg22y-Rb50PCkJ6hX4vm2IA6nTcy86G0BzAFS3o8BdXnFdGIpy9dIop1C6N9SMX9qSnEae2kwqqtWK70AaF/s72-w640-h426-c/blog---coma---cama.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Salem, MA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.5197473 -70.8954626</georss:point><georss:box>14.209513463821153 -106.0517126 70.829981136178844 -35.7392126</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-110607767238859497</id><published>2026-01-16T22:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2026-01-17T11:24:48.208-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aniversário"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Arthur C Clarke"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ficção Científica"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Isaac Asimov"/><title type="text">Três (original)</title><summary type="text">&lt;!--img align="left" src="https://web.archive.org/web/20070622043718im_/http://www.paragrafo.org/recomendados/imagens/000213_03.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); padding: 10px;" /--&gt;Olá.&amp;nbsp;
No meu último post falei sobre gostar de ler. Estava aqui eu olhando algumas coisas na internet, na verdade lendo, quando me deparei com algo que não sabia (não me tomem como pedante, mas é </summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/110607767238859497/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/110607767238859497?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/110607767238859497" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/110607767238859497" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2026/01/tres-original.html" rel="alternate" title="Três (original)" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2l_RrGxDR8BEBHW3n9X-f0ohxWD9-2mj8zsObhOBUwg8DyOExDpwG5xalCyrcknpbQhBqxEGjdo61TdjYvkDhz03hLcbDD8n437dv4pLKvc94vpDlrMve_V3jfNw-LnhPLrYIRo8_a6d9Sr7Q98_vz0sr8mSf2rXiC44va4T18vzunCSfxF8c/s72-c/Fascinated-by-dinosaurs-from-a-y.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-4436476586068841090</id><published>2026-01-07T19:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2026-01-16T16:19:38.228-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="língua portuguesa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Novela"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pantanal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="viagem"/><title type="text">Eu, no veleiro</title><summary type="text">algum no veleiro vendo pessoas navegando no veleiro na TV do veleiro no veleiro (gerada por IA a partir de minha descrição)Sempre fui ___________, mas demorei a aceitar.Vamos viajar juntos, no veleiro?&amp;nbsp;Não, não se preocupe, eu não sou espaçoso. Dou bastante espaço aos meus companheiros de jornada. Às vezes dou até demais e acabo errando onde e quando dar espaço. Qualquer coisa é só avisar </summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/4436476586068841090/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/4436476586068841090?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/4436476586068841090" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/4436476586068841090" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2026/01/eu-no-veleiro.html" rel="alternate" title="Eu, no veleiro" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwOiQm51PzDp42CYoq-dsAQBzrq7GnWR9N5JDqmQUvK1rHyX5Wes6ZnAJoTpDgpsQjxnBG5NNOlcP7Jrd7Om8pF_6nFHfmgbR71Oer3TJA3PWPVKUR2as5b5cgixPHMdJcp3bO1Q4b80kNixDHSr6cnpAxivxzmFBiKg7hytRMrouVtfdb_dt0/s72-c/Sailboat%20on%20a%20TV%20on%20a%20Sailboat.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Leominster, MA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.5250906 -71.759794</georss:point><georss:box>14.214856763821153 -106.916044 70.835324436178837 -36.603544</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-4820876588484008790</id><published>2026-01-06T15:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2026-01-06T15:12:50.235-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Certeza"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Citações"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="controvérsia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IA"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexão"/><title type="text">Sim Não, Não Sim. Sim Sim, Não Não?</title><summary type="text">No local onde vi essa imagem pela primeira vez - um canal que sigo no Telegram - havia a seguinte legenda logo após:Quando você tenta agradar a todos, acaba se afastando de si mesmo e carregando pesos que nem são seus.Dizer 'não' não é falta de bondade, é respeito pelos próprios limites, pela sua energia e pelo que realmente importa.Às vezes a maior coragem está em se escolher, mesmo que isso </summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/4820876588484008790/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/4820876588484008790?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/4820876588484008790" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/4820876588484008790" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2026/01/sim-nao-nao-sim-sim-sim-nao-nao.html" rel="alternate" title="Sim Não, Não Sim. Sim Sim, Não Não?" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg8KdkQjUas_c08uVxuMbwI9HcUjGG6P0IMYBol8GUNSQoddYZNj0DjhzhI8-TOth5eI4fYaa4DsI-JR14u7D_G9-kL6oT_iC9PKpTn-sLZ9rLyNSdH-NpVLf-NknnLoX2Z-DXlqcWc6YDj5TBbuMa8rwjFeU2hEw4GAAvu1D8J4HJgXozR3gUy=s72-c" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Leominster, MA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.5250906 -71.759794</georss:point><georss:box>14.214856763821153 -106.916044 70.835324436178837 -36.603544</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-7270913970013703360</id><published>2025-12-25T22:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2025-12-25T23:06:30.805-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="futuro"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="música"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="passado"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="presente"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tempo"/><title type="text">YCBW e o Passado</title><summary type="text">O passado sempre nos alcança.Às vezes ele chega e passa a passado novamente sem nunca realmente ser ou estar presente. Principalmente porque, muitas vezes, nós nem o notamos chegando e estando lá. Ou aqui.&amp;nbsp;Muitas vezes, talvez a maioria delas, ele nem vai ser futuro e nem estar em nosso futuro pois não nos interessamos novamente por ele quando o notamos.&amp;nbsp;Aí, quando ele percebe que ainda</summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/7270913970013703360/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/7270913970013703360?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/7270913970013703360" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/7270913970013703360" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2025/12/ycbw-e-o-passado.html" rel="alternate" title="YCBW e o Passado" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs5qkqCSqZ5VMWgFJjwcIXlloFof1gkg3Gxug3iFQ-r-eT26dD9R6BsSYwOIwQnAZdOqEa6sQ_h2ArZy4npv2n_LdpcsUtfVeIs4EkShVIG7SBJNFDVN6y79q1lvl6dtCfZdQXsUo7F4pV5hj2z593qRpYODEP9sCi1Pz2vcvnvC2ty4nX1ibq/s72-c/PXL_20251226_030504077.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Salem, MA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.5197473 -70.8954626</georss:point><georss:box>14.209513463821153 -106.0517126 70.829981136178844 -35.7392126</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-8021835651720967550</id><published>2025-11-12T19:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2025-11-12T19:05:07.965-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Filme"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Go"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IA"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Isaac Asimov"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="língua"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="língua portuguesa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Natal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="RN"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Robô"/><title type="text">R I A</title><summary type="text">Um robô desenhando um robô desenhando um robô desenhando um robô, recursivamente... (Imagem gerada por Inteligência Artificial, baseada em descrição pessoal)Go.&amp;nbsp;Mas fique por aqui.Pelo menos por alguns minutos."My floor goban with a game in progress." ("Meu goban [tabuleiro de Go] de chão com um jogo em andamento" Foto retirada da Wikipedia.)Go é um antigo jogo chinês de tabuleiro que tem </summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/8021835651720967550/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/8021835651720967550?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/8021835651720967550" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/8021835651720967550" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2025/11/r-i-a.html" rel="alternate" title="R I A" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg757vyvIPAmPxhAui2EkK7ZaNCycxS29rudPCSLNZcTne6O-I32HwjwWXUDL7OsClnI60Bwp7apK-FaWEwUvV2Cc2Srul5lExM_i5-XX9J_PD_Xe9PLCh5Xe4H04CnW9N3cn0klIg-wS-sY5l_AsT8UIs87xnaQjCrd6MqsGOvF8iFgzFhXsj8/s72-w640-h366-c/Robot%20drawing%20a%20robot%20drawing%20a%20robot.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Leominster, MA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.5250906 -71.759794</georss:point><georss:box>14.214856763821153 -106.916044 70.835324436178837 -36.603544</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-1881925276106413871</id><published>2025-10-27T11:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2025-10-27T11:11:31.496-04:00</updated><title type="text">Chaves</title><summary type="text">Imagem de uma chave segurando uma chave abrindo uma porta em formato de fechadura. Do lado de&amp;nbsp; quem abre a porta vemos um muro de pedra e uma luz que brilha vinda do outro lado. Há também alguma vegetação no chão e subindo pelas paredes. Do outro lado da porta há um "universo" luminoso, de onde vem a luz. Apenas cuidado ao atravessar, pois há um degrau que precisamos vencer para chegar do </summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/1881925276106413871/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/1881925276106413871?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/1881925276106413871" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/1881925276106413871" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2025/10/chaves.html" rel="alternate" title="Chaves" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-OAcz0-m4ifSiPQMoxLQcHy475hbmSs35ao5cehUbh1r1nfYG1TsjY0lW5-q1IWSPDehGRlP9SjyDOOLZhLZ-0pHVOM62485VpClN8qJuqO7ybOB4e86DfslJnblC-iUnc9Waogpz9JAPHjMfEA5BSqSMDF2Hbqp_bjimnRVVGC7L3DedC0-E/s72-w640-h640-c/Gemini_Generated_Image_lnn95lnn95lnn95l.png" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-1767363976839530410</id><published>2024-06-25T10:42:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2024-06-25T10:44:24.714-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Citações"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Livros"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Miscelânea"/><title type="text">De um livro que eu quero ler 01</title><summary type="text">Do livro de Lev Tolstoi (ou Leo Tolstoy), que contém "pensamentos diários para nutrir a sua alma", vem essa pérola de Confúcio."Covardice é saber o que você deveria fazer e então não fazer. Confúcio"O Calendário da Sabedoria - Lev TolstoiDeriva-se daí que somos todos - quase todos? - covardes, seja em grau maior ou menor?
</summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/1767363976839530410/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/1767363976839530410?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/1767363976839530410" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/1767363976839530410" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2024/06/de-um-livro-que-eu-quero-ler-01.html" rel="alternate" title="De um livro que eu quero ler 01" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguYQNtJX9X_DLvfOUXSJxUvhgiUWGVuTnWevi_P3K2GtBBU4wQfG6heftOLp6W7gPMhNQGlmziWsbvekHmzpIe1UZHrrs_uPeIdYkBUgaPOtkK4Kr_KuQErPVdePSGE_4h30CawejMwWMio8Q2ZCnyqOPsg_P7ey2bo_URc4AmuYSQPON9MHLV/s72-w444-h640-c/CalendarioSabedoria_72dpi.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Leominster, MA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.5250906 -71.759794</georss:point><georss:box>14.214856763821153 -106.916044 70.835324436178837 -36.603544</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-6205122217341379448</id><published>2024-06-12T14:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2024-06-12T14:11:00.748-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fotografia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Natureza"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia"/><title type="text">Hão de se entender</title><summary type="text">
  
    
  
- Ave?- Não.
  
    
  
- Avenão?- Não.
  
    
  
- Aveão?- Também não. Avi...
  
    
  
- Ah vi!- Ok. Ciao.P.s.1: postado inicialmente em minha conta no Instagram. A postagem tem como música de fundo Bella Ciao, tocada por Jodok CelloP.s.2: fotos tiradas no meu quintal em Salem, MA.</summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/6205122217341379448/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/6205122217341379448?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/6205122217341379448" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/6205122217341379448" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2024/06/hao-de-se-entender.html" rel="alternate" title="Hão de se entender" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZ3FotVSWqmCNlakm2nNpznXjBsEGp1UwE2BdG2jOAzln9kJeCNq6M0koynSlfDSF3Ud2Je0aig_t18PjGNIMqRoSwKjy8kZFogbbHny6CPa6eppGsQh7wod5CIb1s8fbk2mEWcDq_r7Jw34bmsCZexChbvvJ9YlKhLa7-g3QKZdhqh-JCv0SY=s72-c" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Leominster, MA 01453, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.523343399999987 -71.7385225</georss:point><georss:box>12.518983458269595 -106.8947725 72.527703341730387 -36.5822725</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-3664061143132660081</id><published>2024-06-06T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2024-06-06T13:10:36.881-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ciência"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="curiosidades"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="maravilha"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="oceano"/><title type="text">Nem Sabia</title><summary type="text">Engraçado quando a gente descobre uma coisa nova, uma novidade, e fica empolgado.Quer contar pra todo mundo. Ou pelo menos para as pessoas que a gente acha que vai achar massa como a gente.Então a gente vai pesquisar sobre o assunto.Descobre que a coisa não é novidade.Não apenas que não é novidade, mas que também não é nova.Na verdade, acaba descobrindo que, além de não ser nova, é mais velha que</summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/3664061143132660081/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/3664061143132660081?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/3664061143132660081" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/3664061143132660081" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2024/06/nem-sabia.html" rel="alternate" title="Nem Sabia" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQzJmW9w2J351RAHGCiObaV6VlyN-c41TGS-nTbIlCVHQEockGY2-2ZAMqr81eZeJ0rnEqhOjJKuzNUfNoyWAcCWAbYn_QS7mz_syfSTAOZwGpkl-RpnwwUlx-1_DMxXMvMTmAHfgJJ3HRqAlOndi3nQGzi3bkl_hWFcPpAhTH3SfVG2TESi6/s72-w400-h300-c/RP_FLIP_(Floating_Instrument_Platform)_in_August_2009_(cropped).jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Leominster, MA 01453, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.523343399999987 -71.7385225</georss:point><georss:box>14.213109563821142 -106.8947725 70.833577236178826 -36.5822725</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764498.post-1487006475168890669</id><published>2024-05-03T20:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2024-05-06T00:18:11.439-04:00</updated><title type="text">Vi.ver</title><summary type="text">A velocidade das asasO tempo das gotasA velocidade das câmeras&amp;nbsp;O tempo que faz lá foraQue maravilha éViverNessa época&amp;nbsp;Em que podemos verO tempoA velocidadeO tempoA velocidadeLá foraAqui dentroO tempo velozA velocidade temporáriaQue maravilha viVer as asas batendoVer as gotas caindoVer a vida viVendo os voadoresComendoLutandoPara viverDando vidaSem perceberQue maravilhaViverDevagarSem </summary><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/feeds/1487006475168890669/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9764498/1487006475168890669?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="2 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/1487006475168890669" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764498/posts/default/1487006475168890669" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.pensacoes.com/2024/05/viver.html" rel="alternate" title="Vi.ver" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mackenzie Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02022976164866023643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c18m5GUnWsucWFIF2diYfkCmYJXHavla-oVGq5_3lbhZixZXW-Ov5eCrYyg6RyA6XUwAlLg6wMbI6MlXifcjcEzfW9BwV32mD1mYYoY6fb12DAChHxVJ3rSNbUu0lxE/s113/Tata_%2804-12-04%29.jpg" width="31"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzXoIcxcpTVnzhd8n3EAv_EtUh0_COfp5R3bjVX0ZtJ0V9xBAqGKBX_9ovj7EkEVc4iGigjt0rYWxZXWHlUy4BkWZ_BZiaNmrqSucXaAxcc_Zb7ugFrUnPnoRm7K_HglntjHYeGF3-CyLEO9h8LumgcZkcFvMmwgunGAWQAeZnssbEn6g8Lh69/s72-w640-h366-c/downloadfile-19.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>