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Discussões de utilidade pública, ou não. Trajetória de um estudante de Engenharia Elétrica.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Pr-adulto" /><feedburner:info uri="pr-adulto" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4ESXo9eip7ImA9WhdVGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-275055469687953836</id><published>2011-09-23T22:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T22:31:48.462-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-23T22:31:48.462-03:00</app:edited><title>Frases</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kw4Cv-Xq9XM/Tn0y6KcxWAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8LfkqDQex6M/s1600/com+ps+-+ai+meu+corassaum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kw4Cv-Xq9XM/Tn0y6KcxWAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8LfkqDQex6M/s400/com+ps+-+ai+meu+corassaum.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;"O segredo da felicidade&lt;/i&gt; é &lt;i&gt;encarar  o fato&lt;/i&gt; de &lt;i&gt;que&lt;/i&gt; o mundo é horrível, horrível, horrível&lt;/i&gt;”, resumiu o filósofo britânico Bertrand. Russell, Prêmio Nobel de Literatura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="st"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Reflita, e por fim me diga se ele não está mais que certo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-275055469687953836?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/G7C3rF3337k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/275055469687953836/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2011/09/frases.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/275055469687953836?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/275055469687953836?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/G7C3rF3337k/frases.html" title="Frases" /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kw4Cv-Xq9XM/Tn0y6KcxWAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8LfkqDQex6M/s72-c/com+ps+-+ai+meu+corassaum.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2011/09/frases.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAFQn4yfCp7ImA9WhZbEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-1808003036958798095</id><published>2011-06-16T17:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T17:05:13.094-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-16T17:05:13.094-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="papel de parede" /><title>Papel de parede foda [2]</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Agora nesse blog além de falar a respeito de coisas que envolvem pré-adultos, estou criando uma sessão só de wallpapers fodas, só os melhores papeis de parede para todas as resoluções, principalmente 1024x768.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E que venham os papeis de parede!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clique para ampliar!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-1808003036958798095?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/aMec50JOkYc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/1808003036958798095/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2011/06/papel-de-parede-foda-2.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/1808003036958798095?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/1808003036958798095?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/aMec50JOkYc/papel-de-parede-foda-2.html" title="Papel de parede foda [2]" /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7cBSsgnpStU/TfphphBxOHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6X-6PRUHZGw/s72-c/Reality_1440x900_by_pyxelated.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2011/06/papel-de-parede-foda-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ABSXk8cCp7ImA9WhZVE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-2727443459761872947</id><published>2011-05-25T12:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T12:02:38.778-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-25T12:02:38.778-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faculdade engenharia eletrica ufc" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emprego" /><title>Sobre o estudo obrigatório, dinheiro e concursos</title><content type="html">&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wLIb-NlVVhI/Td0WULy4L_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fDjRn1i5sfY/s1600/viva+la+revolution.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wLIb-NlVVhI/Td0WULy4L_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fDjRn1i5sfY/s320/viva+la+revolution.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Viva la revolution!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É o seguinte, eu estava em uma aula de álgebra linear na Universidade Federal do Ceará &lt;strike&gt;quase dormindo&lt;/strike&gt; e chego a conclusão que enquanto eu (e quem quer que seja) estiver existindo na sociedade terá que estudar, aprender e ser testado a respeito disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O conhecimento gera novidade e a novidade gera dinheiro, que é o que move o mundo &lt;strike&gt;(tirando o sexo, é claro.)&lt;/strike&gt;. Pois com o dinheiro vem o poder o status social, como disse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="O Maior Picareta do Brasil - Marcelo Nascimento da Rocha"&gt; Marcelo Nascimento da Rocha&lt;/span&gt; (aquele cara que se fingiu filho do dono da Gol e que ganhou até um filme) "...com dinheiro você pode ser quem você quiser!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quero criar, logo, quero gerar novidade, gerando então dinheiro e o poder consequentemente, mas para criar é necessário conhecer o que já foi feito, por que criar algo que já existe não é criar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por isso você (eu) será testado para que possa gerar novidade (dinheiro).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando estava na sétima série tive a doce ilusão que não teria mais que estudar depois do ensino médio, haahahha, sonhos de criança, não que eu não goste é que eu achava que já sabia bastante. E o conhecimento é a única forma legal de categorizar as pessoas, os concurso púlbicos estão aí para provar isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yfdOK2lu4Es/Td0ZwC9Pe5I/AAAAAAAAAKE/q4r4ig4klVQ/s1600/estudando+estat%25C3%25ADstica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yfdOK2lu4Es/Td0ZwC9Pe5I/AAAAAAAAAKE/q4r4ig4klVQ/s200/estudando+estat%25C3%25ADstica.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só mais cinco questões!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então, não se iluda &lt;i&gt;sweet child &lt;/i&gt;você vai ter que estudar até se aponsentar, ou será que existe estudo após a morte? aehaeuhaeuuhae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-2727443459761872947?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/ygMkH4K--_E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/2727443459761872947/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2011/05/sobre-o-estudo-obrigatorio-dinheiro-e.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/2727443459761872947?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/2727443459761872947?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/ygMkH4K--_E/sobre-o-estudo-obrigatorio-dinheiro-e.html" title="Sobre o estudo obrigatório, dinheiro e concursos" /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wLIb-NlVVhI/Td0WULy4L_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fDjRn1i5sfY/s72-c/viva+la+revolution.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2011/05/sobre-o-estudo-obrigatorio-dinheiro-e.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYHSHk6fip7ImA9WhZVE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-4095940650249258431</id><published>2011-03-17T09:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T12:08:59.716-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-25T12:08:59.716-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faculdade engenharia eletrica ufc" /><title>Os gastos!</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Primeira coisa que vou falar: os gastos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Dot3q5eq0tI/TYH371TS_UI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zJSXkyOWNhw/s1600/gastos_g_1111109164525359.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Dot3q5eq0tI/TYH371TS_UI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zJSXkyOWNhw/s320/gastos_g_1111109164525359.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Só porque a universidade é pública não quer dizer que você não vá gastar nada (como eu pensava =/ ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Primeiro gasto,&amp;nbsp;óbvio&amp;nbsp;mas necessário, a passagem, essa mardita só tende a aumentar! Aqui no Ceará está em R$ 2,00.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Solução: Ir de bicicleta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Segundo: Livros. Livros Universitários são caros, novos custam de R$ 90,00 à R$120,00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E no caso da Engenharia Elétrica no primeiro ano são 9 cadeira obrigatórias, ou seja nove livros ou mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Solução: Alugar os livros na biblioteca, ou&amp;nbsp;xerocá-los&amp;nbsp;que ficam em média R$30,00~20,00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Terceiro: Alimentação. Eng. Elétrica e outras engenharias geralmente são cursos integrais, ou seja, tem aulas na manhã e a tarde, então cogite a possibilidade de almoçar na faculdade. A UFC tem uma Restaurante&amp;nbsp;Universitário&amp;nbsp;muito bom, por um preço beeem bacana: R$1,10 com direito a suco!(kisuc, mas serve.) Dos gastos esse é o mais tranquilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mais ainda tem mais coisa, às vezes professores colocam lista de&amp;nbsp;exercícios na xerox's dos departamentos e você tem que ir lá comprar aí vão mais R$0,40; 0,80; 2,20 a cada duas ou três aulas. E ainda tem o material pra aulas diferentes como Desenho Técnico que você vai ter que comprar esquadros, transferidores, escalímetros e compassos de boas marcas e tamanhos aí são mais ~R$80,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Esses&amp;nbsp;últimos&amp;nbsp;não tem&amp;nbsp;solução, tem que comprar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-4095940650249258431?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/qQigFVGs3kA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/4095940650249258431/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2011/03/os-gastos.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/4095940650249258431?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/4095940650249258431?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/qQigFVGs3kA/os-gastos.html" title="Os gastos!" /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Dot3q5eq0tI/TYH371TS_UI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zJSXkyOWNhw/s72-c/gastos_g_1111109164525359.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2011/03/os-gastos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08BQnszeip7ImA9WhZTE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-2258224729335881081</id><published>2011-03-17T07:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T08:04:13.582-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-17T08:04:13.582-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faculdade engenharia eletrica ufc" /><title>Nova trajetória</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pSWxTAnWA80/R9SW8OsTA3I/AAAAAAAAAYM/dvM3W-n161M/s400/P2180003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pSWxTAnWA80/R9SW8OsTA3I/AAAAAAAAAYM/dvM3W-n161M/s320/P2180003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu querido blog... (lol). Agora, aqui vou narrar minha trajetória na faculdade, tirando&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;informações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;, dando&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;dúvidas (ops o contrário!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;sobre como é o curso, mercado de trabalho e sobre a faculdade. Estou cursando Engenharia Elétrica na Universidade Federal do Ceará (UFC). Eu entrei pelo tão vaiado e apelidado &lt;a href="http://sisu.mec.gov.br/"&gt;Sisu&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strike&gt;Sistema Impossível de Ser Utilizado&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h3 class="r" style="display: inline; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Sistema de Seleção Unificada, que até que não era tão ruim e dava pra entrar&amp;nbsp;facilmente&amp;nbsp;se utilizassem outro navegador como o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chrome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-2258224729335881081?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/DkeIMITrddg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/2258224729335881081/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2011/03/nova-trajetoria.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/2258224729335881081?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/2258224729335881081?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/DkeIMITrddg/nova-trajetoria.html" title="Nova trajetória" /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pSWxTAnWA80/R9SW8OsTA3I/AAAAAAAAAYM/dvM3W-n161M/s72-c/P2180003.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2011/03/nova-trajetoria.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEFRH8_cCp7ImA9Wx5aFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-6334426069226351062</id><published>2010-11-12T18:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T18:33:35.148-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-12T18:33:35.148-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pseudopoeta" /><title>O Beijo (Jorge Madson Santos Viana)</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eu quero que você me acompanhe numa dança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/TN2xPC8G8HI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qiJiT5UAFk8/s1600/Madson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/TN2xPC8G8HI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qiJiT5UAFk8/s200/Madson.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Autor)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;que não se dança nem com os pés, nem com as mãos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Os passos não são combinados, mas são sincronizados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quando vou você me acompanha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nessa dança não é preciso falar, quando quero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;falo pelo coração, te guio com a mão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;te ensino novos passos para a mesma canção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A melodia é intensa às vezes rápida, às vezes lenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Essa dança tem um nome que apesar de muitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;conhecerem poucos a praticam com perfeição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Essa dança, bailarina, é a dança do coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jorge Madson Santos Viana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fui eu quem fez esse poema, então se for copiar coloque o autor &lt;s&gt;caralhoo!&lt;/s&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-6334426069226351062?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/OQF-NiVv0E4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/6334426069226351062/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-beijo-jorge-madson-santos-viana.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/6334426069226351062?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/6334426069226351062?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/OQF-NiVv0E4/o-beijo-jorge-madson-santos-viana.html" title="O Beijo (Jorge Madson Santos Viana)" /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/TN2xPC8G8HI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qiJiT5UAFk8/s72-c/Madson.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-beijo-jorge-madson-santos-viana.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcASHc-fSp7ImA9Wx5RFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-1564574684964240852</id><published>2010-08-23T12:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T12:07:29.955-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-23T12:07:29.955-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Imagens" /><title>Mesmas várias faces</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/S5mNK3HzEcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6TBWyURoqvc/s1600-h/fortemad-m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/S5mNK3HzEcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6TBWyURoqvc/s400/fortemad-m.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porque você não sabe o que se passa por trás das várias velhas faces&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-1564574684964240852?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/rox2BIgsk6g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/1564574684964240852/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/08/mesmas-varias-faces.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/1564574684964240852?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/1564574684964240852?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/rox2BIgsk6g/mesmas-varias-faces.html" title="Mesmas várias faces" /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/S5mNK3HzEcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6TBWyURoqvc/s72-c/fortemad-m.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/08/mesmas-varias-faces.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcERHozfip7ImA9WxFaEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-8333522038772492875</id><published>2010-07-14T11:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T11:00:05.486-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-14T11:00:05.486-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pseudopoeta" /><title>Cântico negro (José Régio)</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/TD2kMTD3jUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/arJgTLWViec/s1600/Jose+Regio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/TD2kMTD3jUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/arJgTLWViec/s200/Jose+Regio.jpg" width="169" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Vem por aqui" — dizem-me alguns com os  olhos doces&lt;br /&gt;
Estendendo-me os braços, e seguros&lt;br /&gt;
De que seria bom que eu os ouvisse&lt;br /&gt;
Quando me dizem: "vem por aqui!"&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu olho-os com olhos lassos,&lt;br /&gt;
(Há, nos olhos meus, ironias e cansaços)&lt;br /&gt;
E cruzo os braços,&lt;br /&gt;
E nunca vou por ali...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A minha glória é esta:&lt;br /&gt;
Criar desumanidades!&lt;br /&gt;
Não acompanhar ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;
— Que eu vivo com o mesmo sem-vontade&lt;br /&gt;
Com que rasguei o ventre à minha mãe&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não, não vou por aí! Só vou por onde&lt;br /&gt;
Me levam meus próprios passos...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se ao que busco saber nenhum de vós responde&lt;br /&gt;
Por que me repetis: "vem por aqui!"?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Prefiro escorregar nos becos lamacentos,&lt;br /&gt;
Redemoinhar aos ventos,&lt;br /&gt;
Como farrapos, arrastar os pés sangrentos,&lt;br /&gt;
A ir por aí...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se vim ao mundo, foi&lt;br /&gt;
Só para desflorar florestas virgens,&lt;br /&gt;
E desenhar meus próprios pés na areia inexplorada!&lt;br /&gt;
O mais que faço não vale nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Como, pois, sereis vós&lt;br /&gt;
Que me dareis impulsos, ferramentas e coragem&lt;br /&gt;
Para eu derrubar os meus obstáculos?...&lt;br /&gt;
Corre, nas vossas veias, sangue velho dos avós,&lt;br /&gt;
E vós amais o que é fácil!&lt;br /&gt;
Eu amo o Longe e a Miragem,&lt;br /&gt;
Amo os abismos, as torrentes, os desertos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ide! Tendes estradas,&lt;br /&gt;
Tendes jardins, tendes canteiros,&lt;br /&gt;
Tendes pátria, tendes tetos,&lt;br /&gt;
E tendes regras, e tratados, e filósofos, e sábios...&lt;br /&gt;
Eu tenho a minha Loucura !&lt;br /&gt;
Levanto-a, como um facho, a arder na noite escura,&lt;br /&gt;
E sinto espuma, e sangue, e cânticos nos lábios...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Deus e o Diabo é que guiam, mais ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;
Todos tiveram pai, todos tiveram mãe;&lt;br /&gt;
Mas eu, que nunca principio nem acabo,&lt;br /&gt;
Nasci do amor que há entre Deus e o Diabo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ah, que ninguém me dê piedosas intenções,&lt;br /&gt;
Ninguém me peça definições!&lt;br /&gt;
Ninguém me diga: "vem por aqui"!&lt;br /&gt;
A minha vida é um vendaval que se soltou,&lt;br /&gt;
É uma onda que se alevantou,&lt;br /&gt;
É um átomo a mais que se animou...&lt;br /&gt;
Não sei por onde vou,&lt;br /&gt;
Não sei para onde vou&lt;br /&gt;
Sei que não vou por aí!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-8333522038772492875?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/WD1p8kpthAs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/8333522038772492875/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/07/cantico-negro-jose-regio.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/8333522038772492875?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/8333522038772492875?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/WD1p8kpthAs/cantico-negro-jose-regio.html" title="Cântico negro (José Régio)" /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/TD2kMTD3jUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/arJgTLWViec/s72-c/Jose+Regio.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/07/cantico-negro-jose-regio.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQFRXs-fCp7ImA9WxFaEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-4649053484462442368</id><published>2010-07-14T08:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:51:54.554-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-14T08:51:54.554-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pseudopoeta" /><title>Versos Íntimos (Augusto dos Anjos)</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/TD2i8fLC9oI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hryA5uO6ca0/s1600/augusto_dos_anjos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/TD2i8fLC9oI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hryA5uO6ca0/s200/augusto_dos_anjos.jpg" width="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;Vês! Ninguém assistiu  ao formidável&lt;br /&gt;
Enterro de tua última quimera.&lt;br /&gt;
Somente a Ingratidão - esta pantera -&lt;br /&gt;
Foi tua companheira inseparável!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;Acostuma-te  à lama que te espera!&lt;br /&gt;
O Homem, que, nesta terra miserável,&lt;br /&gt;
Mora, entre feras, sente inevitável&lt;br /&gt;
Necessidade de também ser fera.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;Toma um  fósforo. Acende teu cigarro!&lt;br /&gt;
O beijo, amigo, é a véspera do escarro,&lt;br /&gt;
A mão que afaga é a mesma que apedreja.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;Se a  alguém causa inda pena a tua chaga,&lt;br /&gt;
Apedreja essa mão vil que te afaga,&lt;br /&gt;
Escarra nessa boca que te beija!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-4649053484462442368?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/B9NDfFdf0WM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/4649053484462442368/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/07/versos-intimos-augusto-dos-anjos.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/4649053484462442368?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/4649053484462442368?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/B9NDfFdf0WM/versos-intimos-augusto-dos-anjos.html" title="Versos Íntimos (Augusto dos Anjos)" /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/TD2i8fLC9oI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hryA5uO6ca0/s72-c/augusto_dos_anjos.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/07/versos-intimos-augusto-dos-anjos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIFRX8_eip7ImA9WxFaEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-8887683021448738531</id><published>2010-07-14T08:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:38:34.142-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-14T08:38:34.142-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pseudopoeta" /><title>Horas Mortas (Alberto de Oliveira)</title><content type="html">Agora vai ter poesia de verdade, aqui nessa bagaça.&lt;br /&gt;
Começando pela minha favorita.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/TD2hFWAkfJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yYxF9IdjJZY/s1600/alberto_de_oliveira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/TD2hFWAkfJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yYxF9IdjJZY/s320/alberto_de_oliveira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breve momento após comprido dia &lt;br /&gt;
De incômodos, de penas, de cansaço &lt;br /&gt;
Inda o corpo a sentir quebrado e lasso, &lt;br /&gt;
Posso a ti me entregar, doce Poesia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desta janela aberta, à luz tardia&lt;br /&gt;
Do luar em cheio a clarear no espaço,&lt;br /&gt;
Vejo-te vir, ouço-te o leve passo&lt;br /&gt;
Na transparência azul da noite fria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chegas. O ósculo teu me vivifica&lt;br /&gt;
Mas é tão tarde! Rápido flutuas&lt;br /&gt;
Tornando logo à etérea imensidade;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E na mesa em que escrevo apenas fica&lt;br /&gt;
Sobre o papel - rastro das asas tuas,&lt;br /&gt;
Um verso, um pensamento, uma saudade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-8887683021448738531?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/U_ZbWXiqEuI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/8887683021448738531/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/07/horas-mortas-alberto-de-oliveira.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/8887683021448738531?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/8887683021448738531?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/U_ZbWXiqEuI/horas-mortas-alberto-de-oliveira.html" title="Horas Mortas (Alberto de Oliveira)" /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/TD2hFWAkfJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yYxF9IdjJZY/s72-c/alberto_de_oliveira.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/07/horas-mortas-alberto-de-oliveira.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUACQ30_fCp7ImA9Wx5aFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-6728408048741155530</id><published>2010-06-21T14:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T18:36:02.344-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-12T18:36:02.344-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pseudopoeta" /><title>Regras do Assassino</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/TB-i0MABfMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YgY9_sCq61g/s1600/assassins-creed-2-pre-adulto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/TB-i0MABfMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YgY9_sCq61g/s320/assassins-creed-2-pre-adulto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Não de sei vocês, mas eu dô mó valor para essas coisas de ninja,&amp;nbsp;deve ser por causa do meu passado no Ragnarok (Eu era &lt;i&gt;Assassin Cross&lt;/i&gt;). Começei a assistir Soul Eater agora (graças ao amigo Amaral, valeu cara!), e no segundo episódio do anime um cara chamado &lt;i&gt;Black Star&lt;/i&gt; cita três regras dos assassinos, que são estas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;big&gt;&lt;u&gt;Regras do Assassino:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;1° regra do assasssino:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;Esconda-se na escuridão, prenda a respiração.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;Você deve encontrar uma brecha no alvo.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;2° regra do assasssino:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;Entenda o alvo e saiba prever todas suas ações e pensamentos.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;3° regra do assasssino:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;Elimine o inimigo antes mesmo dele perceber que você existe.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fonte: Soul Eater (Anime)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-6728408048741155530?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/rhOuxa3nHLg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/6728408048741155530/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/06/regras-do-assassino.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/6728408048741155530?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/6728408048741155530?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/rhOuxa3nHLg/regras-do-assassino.html" title="Regras do Assassino" /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/TB-i0MABfMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YgY9_sCq61g/s72-c/assassins-creed-2-pre-adulto.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/06/regras-do-assassino.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIMSHw9eyp7ImA9Wx5aFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-8430772130635240716</id><published>2010-05-30T17:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T13:43:09.263-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-13T13:43:09.263-03:00</app:edited><title>Alors On Danse - Stromae</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/TN6__Fdi6kI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bMXKAPNJng4/s1600/franzezinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/TN6__Fdi6kI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bMXKAPNJng4/s320/franzezinha.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Qui dit étude dit travail, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Qui dit taf te dit les thunes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Qui dit argent dit dépenses, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Qui dit crédit dit créance, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Qui dit dette te dit huissier, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Oui dit assis dans la merde. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Qui dit Amour dit les gosses, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Dit toujours et dit divorce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Qui dit proches te dis deuils car les problèmes ne viennent pas seul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Qui dit crise te dis monde dit famine dit tiers- monde. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Qui dit fatigue dit réveille encore sourd de la veille, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Alors on sort pour oublier tous les problèmes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Alors on danse… (X9) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Et la tu t'dis que c'est fini car pire que ça ce serait la mort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Qu'en tu crois enfin que tu t'en sors quand y en a plus et ben y en a  encore! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ecstasy dis problème les problèmes ou bien la musique. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ca t'prends les trips ca te prends la tête et puis tu prie pour que ça  s'arrête. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mais c'est ton corps c’est pas le ciel alors tu t’bouche plus les  oreilles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Et là tu cries encore plus fort et ca persiste... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Alors on chante &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lalalalalala, Lalalalalala, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Alors on chante &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lalalalalala, Lalalalalala &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Alors on chante (x2) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Et puis seulement quand c’est fini, alors on danse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Alors on danse (x7) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Et ben y en a encore (X5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Depois eu coloco a tradução &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/audio/2GbICpg1/Stromae_-_Alors_On_Danse__clea.htm"&gt;Baixe aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-8430772130635240716?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/nl95Atzx3OU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/8430772130635240716/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/05/lali.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/8430772130635240716?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/8430772130635240716?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/nl95Atzx3OU/lali.html" title="Alors On Danse - Stromae" /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/TN6__Fdi6kI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bMXKAPNJng4/s72-c/franzezinha.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/05/lali.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMFQH4yfip7ImA9WxFXGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-992479196557826264</id><published>2010-05-26T17:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T17:56:51.096-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-26T17:56:51.096-03:00</app:edited><title>Como reaproveitar sua placa-mãe fudida.</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogonauta.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/firh1igf35g4y8u.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.blogonauta.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/firh1igf35g4y8u.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boa ideia desse cara, agora haja saco pra fazer isso!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Achei &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogonauta.com.br/2009/03/25/pulseira-de-placa-mae-velha-ideias-verdes/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-992479196557826264?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/Dcr8MQpm6OA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/992479196557826264/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/05/como-reaproveitar-sua-placa-mae-fudida.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/992479196557826264?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/992479196557826264?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/Dcr8MQpm6OA/como-reaproveitar-sua-placa-mae-fudida.html" title="Como reaproveitar sua placa-mãe fudida." /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/05/como-reaproveitar-sua-placa-mae-fudida.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUFRnc-cCp7ImA9WxFXGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-1095375052400393828</id><published>2010-05-25T18:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T01:13:37.958-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-26T01:13:37.958-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tutoriais" /><title>Você é bagunceiro, não consegue se concentrar por muito tempo em algo importante?</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCx1mwu0Fr0/SJtplcGp3mI/AAAAAAAABvM/6rzlNGbORDI/s1600/cozinheiro+distraido.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCx1mwu0Fr0/SJtplcGp3mI/AAAAAAAABvM/6rzlNGbORDI/s320/cozinheiro+distraido.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Você pode ter Déficit de atenção, que é causado por um defeito no lobo frontal do cérebro, que não absorve corretamente a dopamina. Nesse Link: &lt;a href="http://sitededicas.uol.com.br/saude_atencao.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teste: Déficit de  Atenção&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Se seu resultado deu alto e você se interessou, dá uma lida nesses textos aqui, e dar uma esclarecida: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://sitededicas.uol.com.br/sobre_deficit.htm"&gt;Déficit de Atenção&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.metas.com.br/add/add.asp"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Distúrbio de Déficit de Atenção (DDA)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-1095375052400393828?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/VcTVtpg3tbw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/1095375052400393828/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/05/voce-e-bagunceiro-nao-consegue-se.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/1095375052400393828?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/1095375052400393828?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/VcTVtpg3tbw/voce-e-bagunceiro-nao-consegue-se.html" title="Você é bagunceiro, não consegue se concentrar por muito tempo em algo importante?" /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCx1mwu0Fr0/SJtplcGp3mI/AAAAAAAABvM/6rzlNGbORDI/s72-c/cozinheiro+distraido.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/05/voce-e-bagunceiro-nao-consegue-se.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UBQ3c7eip7ImA9WxFXGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-3429416577658897878</id><published>2010-05-25T15:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T15:14:12.902-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-25T15:14:12.902-03:00</app:edited><title>Salvando o Blog</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.omfgif.com/gif/omfg_pull_up_pants_big_tits.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://media.omfgif.com/gif/omfg_pull_up_pants_big_tits.gif" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-3429416577658897878?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/ks4OszQQF3U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/3429416577658897878/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/05/salvando-o-blog.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/3429416577658897878?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/3429416577658897878?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/ks4OszQQF3U/salvando-o-blog.html" title="Salvando o Blog" /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/05/salvando-o-blog.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAFQXg5fip7ImA9WxFXGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-7943753248669894037</id><published>2010-05-25T14:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T15:05:10.626-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-25T15:05:10.626-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Imagens" /><title>Imagens em 3D que não precisam de óculos!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hillelsteinberg.com/StereoAnimatedGIF/TireSingSmall.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://hillelsteinberg.com/StereoAnimatedGIF/TireSingSmall.gif" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esse é o 3D Estéreo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Mais exemplos: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://hillelsteinberg.com/StereoAnimatedGIF/StereoGIF3.htm"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Robei &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://olhardigital.uol.com.br/central_de_videos/video_wide.php?id_conteudo=9817&amp;amp;tipo_video=baixa"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-7943753248669894037?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/nHsBaSok0xA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/7943753248669894037/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/05/imagens-em-3d-que-nao-precisam-de.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/7943753248669894037?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/7943753248669894037?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/nHsBaSok0xA/imagens-em-3d-que-nao-precisam-de.html" title="Imagens em 3D que não precisam de óculos!" /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/05/imagens-em-3d-que-nao-precisam-de.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcGSX0_fSp7ImA9WxFXGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-5789028780315956286</id><published>2010-05-25T14:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T14:53:48.345-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-25T14:53:48.345-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="papel de parede" /><title>Papel de parede foda [1]</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/S_wGasU4MaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lDMXy8Xq5yY/s1600/homem+codorna+o+cara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/S_wGasU4MaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lDMXy8Xq5yY/s320/homem+codorna+o+cara.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Clique para ampliar)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Homem codorna, o cara ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Agora porra aqui vai ser o lugar os eu vou postar as imagens engraçadas que eu achei na internet, ou seja minhas ou não sem o devido crédito. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-5789028780315956286?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/G2-BBuPA4go" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/5789028780315956286/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/05/papel-de-parede-foda-1.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/5789028780315956286?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/5789028780315956286?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/G2-BBuPA4go/papel-de-parede-foda-1.html" title="Papel de parede foda [1]" /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/S_wGasU4MaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lDMXy8Xq5yY/s72-c/homem+codorna+o+cara.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/05/papel-de-parede-foda-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAHR3Yyeip7ImA9WxFXGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-6884472340075607157</id><published>2010-04-15T14:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T15:05:36.892-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-25T15:05:36.892-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pseudopoeta" /><title>Outro dia</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/S6vHlK9-RaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zIMUFYVx8ys/s1600/you+are+not.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/S6vHlK9-RaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zIMUFYVx8ys/s400/you+are+not.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-5508524158447800894?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/IWHVV72mHjk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/5508524158447800894/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/03/imagem-da-samana.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/5508524158447800894?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/5508524158447800894?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/IWHVV72mHjk/imagem-da-samana.html" title="Imagem da samana" /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/S6vHlK9-RaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zIMUFYVx8ys/s72-c/you+are+not.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/03/imagem-da-samana.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MDRHg-eSp7ImA9WxBbGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-3124262868914716960</id><published>2010-03-20T18:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:31:15.651-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-19T00:31:15.651-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tutoriais" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emprego" /><title>Foi assim comigo</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" style="clear: left; float: left;" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WprXJE1fgwc&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WprXJE1fgwc&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;O Jeito Engenheir  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-3124262868914716960?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/kgAORZ6kmcg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/3124262868914716960/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/03/foi-assim-comigo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/3124262868914716960?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/3124262868914716960?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/kgAORZ6kmcg/foi-assim-comigo.html" title="Foi assim comigo" /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/03/foi-assim-comigo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UBRHs9eyp7ImA9WxBbGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-8756897401521482007</id><published>2010-03-19T00:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:27:35.563-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-19T00:27:35.563-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pseudopoeta" /><title>Sabe quando você tentar escrever algo e alguém escreve bem mais claro e melhor</title><content type="html">&amp;nbsp;HORAS MORTAS&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Breve momento, após comprido dia&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/S6LqsxumNzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5AC-Eac4mfc/s1600-h/poesia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/S6LqsxumNzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5AC-Eac4mfc/s320/poesia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De incômodos, de pernas, de cansaço,&lt;br /&gt;
Inda o corpo a sentir quebrado e lasso,&lt;br /&gt;
Posso a ti me entregar, doce Poesia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Desta janela aberta à luz tardia&lt;br /&gt;
Do luar em cheio a clarear no espaço&lt;br /&gt;
Vejo-te vir, ouço-te o leve passo&lt;br /&gt;
Na transparência azul da noite fria.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chegas. O ósculo teume vivifica&lt;br /&gt;
Mas é tão tarde! Rápido flutuas,&lt;br /&gt;
Tornando logo à etérea imensidade;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E na mesa a que escrevo, apenas fica&lt;br /&gt;
Sobre o papel — rastro das asas tuas,&lt;br /&gt;
Um verso, um pensamento, uma saudade.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Alberto de Oliveira)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-8756897401521482007?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/MxihinH3Jhs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/8756897401521482007/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/03/sabe-quando-consegue-escrever-o-que.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/8756897401521482007?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/8756897401521482007?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/MxihinH3Jhs/sabe-quando-consegue-escrever-o-que.html" title="Sabe quando você tentar escrever algo e alguém escreve bem mais claro e melhor" /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/S6LqsxumNzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5AC-Eac4mfc/s72-c/poesia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/03/sabe-quando-consegue-escrever-o-que.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYBR3c8fSp7ImA9WxBbF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-5227395888295329234</id><published>2010-03-16T23:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:15:56.975-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-16T23:15:56.975-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pseudopoeta" /><title>Pseudopoeta</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/S6A7R143LgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QXLIa7UM8nM/s1600-h/ateparecequesabe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/S6A7R143LgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QXLIa7UM8nM/s320/ateparecequesabe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sempre escrevo poucas linhas. Eu achava que um poema pra ser completo tinha que ser grande. Mas vi que estava errado. Poucas linhas podem ter sentido completo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Como as que vi em outro &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pseudopoeta.wordpress.com/"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Que explicam muito bem o que é isso aqui.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Meu infinito particular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-5227395888295329234?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/KI0cF21RBzY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/5227395888295329234/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/03/pseudopoeta.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/5227395888295329234?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/5227395888295329234?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/KI0cF21RBzY/pseudopoeta.html" title="Pseudopoeta" /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/S6A7R143LgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QXLIa7UM8nM/s72-c/ateparecequesabe.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/03/pseudopoeta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08ERHs6fyp7ImA9WxBbGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-2012361767097073851</id><published>2010-03-07T00:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:36:45.517-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-19T00:36:45.517-03:00</app:edited><title>A História do cara que mudou de vida.</title><content type="html">Bem agora vou usar este blog para mostrar meu percurso até concretizar meus sonhos, tenho uma rotina bem definida que pretendo mudar o mais rápido possível &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/S5Me8Ieq2CI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TD-rl1w-zJE/s1600-h/stallone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/S5Me8Ieq2CI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TD-rl1w-zJE/s320/stallone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A vida é feita de escolhas, e quando escolho ficar parado eu abro mão de  uma série de outros caminhos. Isso constrói meu futuro e não quero isso  para mim. Não quero continuar dando corda para que o mimimi continue  se extendendo. &lt;br /&gt;
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Vou fazer uma escolha importante e sair da poltrona. Mexer as  nádegas e os glúteos. Porém, nada adianta se eu arquitetar planos e não  os colocar no papel: amanhã acordarei cedo, hoje farei flexões,  abdominais e deixarei o sedentarismo. Me alimentarei direito. Segunda  vou sair para rua CEDO e fazer CONTATOS que são importantes para minha  futura profissão. Quando o dinheiro entrar, vou começar a construir meu  futuro da maneira correta."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-2012361767097073851?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/tUUgwAORP-s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/2012361767097073851/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/03/historia-do-cara-que-mudou-de-vida.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/2012361767097073851?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/2012361767097073851?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/tUUgwAORP-s/historia-do-cara-que-mudou-de-vida.html" title="A História do cara que mudou de vida." /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/S5Me8Ieq2CI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TD-rl1w-zJE/s72-c/stallone.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/03/historia-do-cara-que-mudou-de-vida.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEARn84fCp7ImA9WxBUFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-167630822940325034</id><published>2010-03-03T13:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:27:27.134-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-03T13:27:27.134-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tabajara" /><title>Tá quente ai?</title><content type="html">Quer saber como acabar com o aquecimento global?&lt;br /&gt;
A resposta eu não sei MAS eu encontrei uma solução prática, pra se livrar do calor:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/S46MSijDLUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1rFBCBWrL48/s1600-h/Aquecimento+Global.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/S46MSijDLUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1rFBCBWrL48/s320/Aquecimento+Global.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-167630822940325034?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/DTQ9EEL-eD8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/167630822940325034/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/03/ta-quente-ai.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/167630822940325034?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/167630822940325034?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/DTQ9EEL-eD8/ta-quente-ai.html" title="Tá quente ai?" /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUaemG1wjkE/S46MSijDLUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1rFBCBWrL48/s72-c/Aquecimento+Global.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/03/ta-quente-ai.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYNQX07eyp7ImA9WxBVFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996503134990301227.post-6684141275235653131</id><published>2010-02-20T10:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T10:56:30.303-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-20T10:56:30.303-03:00</app:edited><title>Fim do Mundo. Tudo sobre o calendário Maia.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="299" scrolling="no" src="http://charges.uol.com.br/charge-share/2009/11/17/cotidiano-fim-do-mundo/" width="339"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bom leitores vocês acreditem no que quiserem. &lt;u&gt;Eu&lt;/u&gt; tô com a charge aí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996503134990301227-6684141275235653131?l=pre-adulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~4/YNOiu9dp66o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/feeds/6684141275235653131/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/02/fim-do-mundo-tudo-sobre-o-calendario.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/6684141275235653131?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996503134990301227/posts/default/6684141275235653131?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Pr-adulto/~3/YNOiu9dp66o/fim-do-mundo-tudo-sobre-o-calendario.html" title="Fim do Mundo. Tudo sobre o calendário Maia." /><author><name>Jorge Madson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240697938959881917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pre-adulto.blogspot.com/2010/02/fim-do-mundo-tudo-sobre-o-calendario.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

