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Outra está em maio ao caos…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;Diz a &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teoria_do_caos" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;teoria do caos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt; que uma borboleta batendo asas no Oceano Pacífico causaria uma tempestade em Noava York, o famoso e discutido tema “&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Efeito_borboleta" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;Efeito Borboleta&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;”.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;O caos está presente em nossas vidas de várias formas…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;Chega de repente, sem que possamos agir na hora, mas faz uma reviravolta na vida de qualquer pessoa.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;Toda essa chuva que caiu no Rio de Janeiro e causa todo esse estrago acredito eu que não seja efeito borboleta.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;Tudo se relaciona, o que houve foi uma resposta da natureza à crueldade do homem para com o mundo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;Cuidadmos tanto de nossas vidas, uns se preocupam mais em cuidar e ficar de olho na vida dos outros e esquecemos de cuidar do nosso planeta.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;A natureza nos avisa, mas, e o Rio de Janeiro? Continua lindo? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;São nesses momentos caóticos que o verdadeiro sentimento de solidariedade nos enche, nos faz pensar mais nos outros que em nós mesmos. O instinto de sobrevivencia sobrepuja todos os outros.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;Nos sensibilizamos com todas as imagens, com todas as notícias, sentimos quase na pele imaginando o que aconteceria se fosse conosco.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;De agora em diante é erguer o que foi derrubado, recomeçar o que foi interrompido, preocupando mais com o nosso planeta, pois, não sabemos quando ele irá sacudir outra vez…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;“Pare o mundo que eu quero descer!” (Raul Seixas)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;Namárie!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098926814243279285-5856842724388320148?l=zecagoncalves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ou falta de paciencia? Ou seria achar-se uma pessoa melhor que qualquer outra que não esteja “à altura”?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;Sinceramente… não sei, é dificil julgar, ainda mais nestes tempos em que o que impera é o egoismo, a ganância, a pressa, a falta de compreensão, o descaso com o próximo…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;Dizem que quando chegar o fim dos tempos (não confundam com o fim do mundo, que é coisa totalmente diferente) coisas como essa aconteceram com mais frequencia do que a tempos atrás.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;Acredito que estejamos no final de um ciclo, que porventura virá e virão melhores tempos e melhores pensadores para a nossa humanidade, é claro que existem determinadas situações em que não temos como fugir da realidade e ter que assistir todas essas atrocidades que certas pessoas cometem umas às outras.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;Espero confiantemente e pacientemente que tudo se acalme, que possamos viver em paz, que tenhamos mais sabedoria em discernir, e a paciencia de “Contar até dez” sempre que alguma querer nos afetar a paciencia e o desespero tentar tomar conta do nosso ser.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;É dificil lógico, somos seres imperfeitos em constante evolução, egoistas e amantes da guerra por natureza, mas, se toda vez que estivermos tentados a cometer algo que suje a nossa imagem e que possa fazer mal a outrem possamos contar até dez… ou até mais… Quem sabe o dono de um dos principais jornais veiculados em Campo Grande – MS, poderia não ter feito aquela atrocidade, se tivesse parado e pensado no mal que poderia causar bem antes de agir desesperadamente. Tudo bem ele ter se arrependido, mas o arrependimento dele não trará de volta a vida daquele inocente garoto.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;Pensemos… reflitamos sobre nossas vidas, tenhamos paciencia… que tudo se arranja e tudo se ajeita… estamos aqui para uma finalidade… construir um mundo melhor. A união faz a força…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;Que a força esteja com vocês…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;Namárie!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098926814243279285-8074985435354127215?l=zecagoncalves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hoje somos diariamente bombardeados com energias negativas, que acabam influenciando nossas vidas de maneira sutil, tão sutil que nem notamos o que fazemos direito ou o que não fazemos.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;O pior cego é aquele que não quer enxergar? Ou seria o que não vê porra nenhuma?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;Não sei, creio que todos somos um pouco cegos, em nosso jeito de ser, no modo como tratamos as pessoas, no ignorar os nossos sentimentos, e nossos sonhos…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;Acabamos fechando os olhos para o que de mais belo há no mundo, que são as virtudes de ter uma boa amizade, uma pessoa a quem possamos ser ouvidos e ouvir também, no olhar e verdadeiramente enxergar o pôr-do-sol numa tarde quente estando nós cansados depois de um dia de serviço e nos sentirmos melhor por ter olhado e admirado e apreciado esse momento que é rápido e que nos passa despercebidos tem horas. No retribuir um sorriso numa manhã… No olhar uma flor, e ver que no meio de tantas outras plantas ela se destaca por sua beleza e simplicidade…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;Devemos abrir os olhos e enxergar com simplicidade, e não com a ignomínia do mundo… Não com essa pressa que nos é imposta, temos todo o tempo do mundo, e somos nós, mais ninguém que administramos o nosso tempo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;Façamos bom uso… Dos nossos sentidos, das nossas virtudes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;Deixemos de ser cegos…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;Namárie!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098926814243279285-6504365030894466574?l=zecagoncalves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Quanta saudade..." /><author><name>José Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123530112119950369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-OvbQACUL34/SfzbVmxzNrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/JJESXnH25pc/S220/19-01-08_1530.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-OvbQACUL34/SfzZgKEaTyI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2A2ERaTwNb4/s72-c/Ayrton-Senna-photo-2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zecagoncalves.blogspot.com/2009/05/ayrton-senna-quanta-saudade.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4MSHY_eSp7ImA9WxBaFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098926814243279285.post-4932595668046955245</id><published>2009-04-29T14:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T09:43:09.841-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-26T09:43:09.841-04:00</app:edited><title>Pequeno tutorial do winamp</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-OvbQACUL34/SfifBvg8tnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Sb23kwkOmgw/s1600-h/winamp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-OvbQACUL34/SfifBvg8tnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Sb23kwkOmgw/s200/winamp.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330185011276330610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu uso este tocador de áudio faz dez anos, e a dez anos ele está por ai, ele é facil de mexer, hoje em dia existe  a versão em portugues para facilitar a vida de todos mas eu uso a ingles, com o tempo você se acostuma.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue abaixo um tutorial em cinco páginas com algumas configurações que eu uso.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Facilita pra mim, eu praticamente não uso o mouse para buscar minhas musicas, uso somente o teclado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link para download em português: &lt;a href="http://www.winamp.com/player"&gt;http://www.winamp.com/player&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/28979147"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Link do tutorial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View Pequeno Tutorial Winamp on Scribd" href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/28979147/Pequeno-Tutorial-Winamp" style="margin: 12px auto 6px auto; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,Sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; -x-system-font: none; display: block; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Pequeno Tutorial Winamp&lt;/a&gt; &lt;object id="doc_82312" name="doc_82312" height="600" width="100%" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf" style="outline:none;" &gt;                &lt;param name="movie" value="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf"&gt;                 &lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;                 &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;                 &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;                 &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;                 &lt;param name="FlashVars" value="document_id=28979147&amp;access_key=key-10om0hz3ow01yfxig7ar&amp;page=1&amp;viewMode=slideshow"&gt;                 &lt;embed id="doc_82312" name="doc_82312" src="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf?document_id=28979147&amp;access_key=key-10om0hz3ow01yfxig7ar&amp;page=1&amp;viewMode=slideshow" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="600" width="100%" wmode="opaque" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;             &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Página 01:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Interface principal do winamp, eu uso outro skin, existem vários, para todos os tipos e gostos.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outras páginas vocês coloquem as opções como está mostrado.&lt;br /&gt;Na página 04 e 05 para você adicionar outros atalhos é só buscar na lista e selecionar a combinação preferida, eu aconselho deixar igual a imagem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atalhos úteis depois das mudanças, se estiver tudo conforme o que eu passei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ctrl+Alt+Page Page Up = Volta uma musica&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl+Alt+Page Page Down = Avança uma música&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl+Alt+Insert = Reproduzir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ctrl+Alt+Home = Pausa/Reproduz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl+Alt+End = Para a reprodução&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl+Alt+Acima = Aumenta o volume&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl+Alt+Abaixo = Diminui o volume&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl+Alt+Direita = Pra frene três segundos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ctrl+Alt+Esquerda = Pra trás três segundos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl+Alt+J = Abre a busca rápida ÓTIMO RECURSO!!! (por exemplo: você digita um pedaço do nome da música e ela aparece rapidinho)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl+Alt+S = Ativa/Desativa reprodução aleatória&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl+Alt+R = Ativa/Desativa Repeat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl+Alt+Q = Sai do winamp&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero ter ajudado!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namárie!!!&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/8098926814243279285-4932595668046955245?l=zecagoncalves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Lembro-me com saudade dos meus tempos de criança, quando não precisava me preocupar com nada. Não nos preocupávamos com o vizinho, com a crise financeira, com o tempo, com o dinheiro, com nossa sociabilização, emfim, tínhamos todo o tempo do mundo somente para nós. Brincávamos, de esconde esconde, pega pega, policia e ladão, rouba bandeira, boca de forno, íamos ao rio escondido... Quem não se lembra de tudo isso que atire a primeira pedra!!! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hoje me bate uma saudade, pois são tantas coisas que nos preocupam, que tiram o nosso tempo e nos fazem perder esse olhar de criança, esse olhar que vê tudo com beleza. Que não importa com nada, que nos faz sentir melhor quando chegamos em casa e os olhos brilham quando nos veem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Toda essa mobilidade do mundo, nesse nosso mundo onde cada dia que passa as informações são transmitidas mais rapidamente, onde cada vez mais nos preocupamos com o tempo que é perdido, e não com o tempo que é ganho quando por um instante olhamos para as coisas como as crianças, com curiosidade e com respeito ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;As crianças são mágicas, elas fazem do nosso dia melhor, quando nos sentimos tristes elas conseguem nos alegra somente com uma pergunta ou com um gracejo. Agora eu me pergunto e tento entender o porquê que quando ficamos adultos, acabamos perdendo esse gracejo? Essa forma simples e bela de conversar?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Acho que é porque cada vez mais ligamos para as coisas do mundo dos outros, não para o nosso mundo, não para o nosso universo, devíamos começar a nos preocupar em nos fazer bem, não com o que outras pessoas irão preocupar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;De uma coisa tenho certeza. Todo adulto ocupado e preocupado, sente muita saudade, uma saudade nostálgica dos tempos de criança.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Crescemos sim, acabamos perdendo (ou será esquecendo) alguns valores fundamentais. Amigos vem e vão, muitos estão longe, muitos dos quais eu me pergunto o porque não dão noticias...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Só sinto falta de quando eramos crianças e não ligávamos pra nada... Só para as nossas brincadeiras...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namárie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098926814243279285-480567548107510790?l=zecagoncalves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Uuum &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Expressão que indica indignação, concordância ou não. É aplicada dependendo da situação E a entonação da voz muda.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ex: ‘Ah! Uuum. Pára cô isso.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora quãndo!?&lt;/strong&gt; - Interjeição de duvida.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Maria teve três namorado… hummm.. agora quando!?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora o quequeesse!&lt;/strong&gt; - Espanto&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Agora o quequeesse, mas que cabelo mais tchum tchum…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="more-20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aguacêro&lt;/strong&gt; - Bastante chuva, poças de água.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Não deu pra ir lá, tava o maior aguacero na estrada.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arroz-de-festa&lt;/strong&gt; - Denominação de quem não perde nenhuma festa . Está sempre em festa. Ex: ‘Ele vai em casamento, batizado, 1a comunhão, crisma, formatura,.. . é um arroz de festa.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atarracado (a)&lt;/strong&gt; - Abraçado, juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Os dois tão atarracado ali no escuro.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até na orêia&lt;/strong&gt; - Repleto, cheio, demais.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Zé Bico comeu tanto peixe, que tá até na orêia.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bejô, bejô, quem não bejô, não beja mais&lt;/strong&gt; - Fim da festa.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Acabou o baile… bejô, bejô, quem não bejô, não beja mais.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bocó de fivela&lt;/strong&gt; - Pessoa boba, burra, ignorante.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Por mais que ocê explica, ela não entende, é uma bocó de fivela.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonito prô cê &lt;/strong&gt;- Expressão que indica quando a atitude tomada, não foi boa.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Chegô em casa bêbado, bonito prô cê.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catcho&lt;/strong&gt; - Namoro, paquera, amante.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Aquele cara tá de catcho cô Maria.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cânháem&lt;/strong&gt; - Latido de cachorro. Expressão usada para discordar.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Você namora Maria Taquara? Canháem.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cêpo&lt;/strong&gt; - Bom, ótimo, grande, admirável.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘O atlético Mato-Grossense era um cêpo de time.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chialá&lt;/strong&gt; - Espia lá - Olhe lá.&lt;br /&gt;Ex.: Maria, tchialá Mané, cêpo de burro veio fazeno quiném criancinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coloiado (a)&lt;/strong&gt; - Junto, próximo em grupo.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Saldanha Derzi tá coloiado cô Garcia Neto.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cordero (a)&lt;/strong&gt; - Denominação de quem gosta de dar corda nas pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Não vai no papo dele, ele é cordero.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corre Duro&lt;/strong&gt; - Andar mais rapido&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Vamos chegar atrasado vamos, corre duro.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cotxá&lt;/strong&gt; - Relação sexual.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Os dos devem ta cotxando, ta demorano demas.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tchá por Deus&lt;/strong&gt; - Expressão de espanto, admiração, dúvida.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: Chá por Deus, esse ônibus tá muito cheio. ‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De jápa&lt;/strong&gt; - Grátis, o que vem a mais.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: Quando se compra uma dúzia de bananas, e recebe treze unidades. ‘Esse adicional é a de jápa.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Digoreste&lt;/strong&gt; - Ótimo, bom, exímio.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘O guri é digoreste pá pega manga.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ê aaah!&lt;/strong&gt; - Indagação.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Oia o tamanho do short? Ê aaah!’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espia lá&lt;/strong&gt; - Olha lá, veja.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Espia lá, uma batida de carro.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Futxicaiada&lt;/strong&gt; - Muito fuxico. Excesso Excesso de mixirico.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘O ambiente ali não tá bom, é só futxicaiada. ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Festá&lt;/strong&gt; - Festar, participar de festa.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Maria foi festá.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foló&lt;/strong&gt; - Folgado, largo.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Maciel usa calça foló.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garrô&lt;/strong&gt; - Pegou, começou, realizou.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Ele garrô cedo no trabaio.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grocotchó&lt;/strong&gt; - Pessoa mole, doente, desanimado.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Tchico tá grocotchó.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jururú&lt;/strong&gt; - Triste, quieto.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: Padre Luiz Ghisoni tá jururú na porta da igreja de Várzea Grande.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leva-e-tráz&lt;/strong&gt; - fofoqueiro.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Kitú é um grande leva-e-tráz.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Londjura&lt;/strong&gt; - Distância. Longe, muito distante.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Nessa lonjura não dá pá ir a pé.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malemá&lt;/strong&gt; - Popular de ‘mal e mal’. Mais ou menos.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘E aí cumpadre como vai? Vou indo malemá tenteano.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mea orêa&lt;/strong&gt; - Minha orelha. Expressão usada para indicar quem está sem lado, sem falar o nome da pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Mea orêa aqui, tá a fim do cê.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Micaje&lt;/strong&gt; - Ato de fazer imitação de alguém, fazer caretas.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Ela faz micaje de todo mundo que passa por aqui.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moage&lt;/strong&gt; - Frescura. Enrolação.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Você não quer ir com a gente? Larga de moage!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na txintxa&lt;/strong&gt; - Levar uma ação com seriedade. Sob controle.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Professora leva a turma na txintxa.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não tá nem aí pá paçoca&lt;/strong&gt; - Não liga para nada. Não quer saber das conseqüências.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: Tchá Bina, não ta nem aí pá paçoca. ‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nariz furado&lt;/strong&gt; - Veio na vontade, veio na certeza.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Chegou de nariz furado, certo que iria ganhar na conversa.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Negatófi&lt;/strong&gt; - Negativo. Não, nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Negatófi, hodje não tem televisão.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O quá&lt;/strong&gt; - Duvidar, não acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Ele vem aqui? O quá!’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pá terra&lt;/strong&gt; - cair.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: “Ele vinha correndo, e pá terra”! ‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Podre de chique&lt;/strong&gt; - Bonito, elegante, bem vestido.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Jejé tá podre de chique.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pongó &lt;/strong&gt;- Bobo, tolo, idiota.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Gente Pongó não serve.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por essa luz que me alomea&lt;/strong&gt; - ‘Por essa luz que me ilumina’ Pra dizer que está falando sério, que não está mentindo.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Por essa luz que me lomea, ele tá falando a verdade.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quinco&lt;/strong&gt; - Denominação carinhosa de Joaquim.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Quinco Lobo era vereador em Cuiabá.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que, que esse?&lt;/strong&gt; - O que é isso.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Que, que esse? Como você apareceu aqui?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quá!&lt;/strong&gt; - Expressão de espanto, indignação.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Quá! Pode esquecer ele não volta mais.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quebra-torto&lt;/strong&gt; - Comer no desjejum comida reforçada como carne com arroz farofa, etc…&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘No sítio de manhã, sem quebra-torto é impossível.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rufar&lt;/strong&gt; - Bater.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Se aparecer aqui , o povo rufa ele.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Refestelá&lt;/strong&gt; - Sorrir, rir.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Nico Padero é bom pra refestelá.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ribuça&lt;/strong&gt; - Cobrir o corpo com lençol ou cobertor.&lt;br /&gt;Ex:’Tá esfriando, rebuça menino.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rebuça e Chuça&lt;/strong&gt; - Baile.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Na guarita vai tê hoje uma chuça e rebuça.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rino no tchá cara&lt;/strong&gt; - Rindo na presença de alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Ocê fala, ele fica rino no tchá cara.’ (rindo na sua cara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sucedeu &lt;/strong&gt;- Aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Quando sucedeu isso?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tá de tchico&lt;/strong&gt; - Está menstruada.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Hoje ela não pode tá de tchico.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tchá mãe &lt;/strong&gt;- Expressão características para xingar alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Tchá mãe, rapaz, vá tomá na tampa.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tóma corno(a)&lt;/strong&gt; - Expressão usada quando alguma coisa não acontece de forma correta.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Toma, corno. Marimbondo pegô na cara dele.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verte água&lt;/strong&gt; - Urinar (educadamente) .&lt;br /&gt;Ex: ‘Vidona foi verte água.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Namárie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098926814243279285-3126160328166126630?l=zecagoncalves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Na minha opinião essa é uma ótima ideia, pois facilita a entrada do candidato a qualquer universidade da qual ele esteja qualificado, seguindo a ideia (em parte) das universidades americanas, essa iniciativa vai aproximar cada vez mais e fazer com que a entrada em uma universidade pública esteja mais acessível para os alunos de classes mais baixas, tendo em vista o fato de que hoje em dia se beneficiam dos melhores cursos nas melhores universidades públicas federais aqueles que tiveram uma educação melhor do que outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Iniciativa essa que vem a calhar para a maioria dos estudantes brasileiros, fazendo com que se acabe a questão da locomoção, podendo eu por exemplo concorrer com uma prova feita em minha cidade à uma vaga em qualquer universidade pública federal do Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Que venham as mudanças, todas são para o nosso bem, o que precisamos é de coerência e inteligência ao discernir o verdadeiro ponto das questões em pauta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Melhoria no ensino, isso sim é o que o Ministério da Educação está fazendo, proporcionando a todos a tão sonhada vaga em uma universidade pública!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Namárie!&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/8098926814243279285-8297935317455229212?l=zecagoncalves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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O que não podemos é ter medo de reviver, pois cada dia que passa essa caixa de surpresas (a vida) nos reserva muitas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Conserve o seu medo, mas sempre ficando sem medo de nada." Disse Raul Seixas em uma de suas músicas, enfim, são tantas coisas a se pensar, tantas decisões, não percamos o medo de viver, de tentar, de experimentar, de amar, de se apaixonar, de errar, de acertar, de fazer novas amizades, de se abrir a novos horizontes, de ouvir e de ser ouvido, de ver o mundo sempre com novos olhares...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Namárie!!!&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/8098926814243279285-2802681858188165569?l=zecagoncalves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Tradução Literal: Você me ama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Élfico(Quenya): Ma melilyen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em Português: Eu te dou meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Tradução Literal: Eu te dou meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Élfico(Quenya): Antan órenya tyenna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em Português: Eu te dou meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Tradução Literal: Eu te dou meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Élfico(Quenya): Antan melmenya tyenna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em Português: Eu amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Tradução Literal: Eu amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Élfico(Quenya): Melinyë&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em Português: Eu a amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Tradução Literal: Eu a amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Élfico(Quenya): Melinyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em Português: Eu o amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Tradução Literal: Eu o amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Élfico(Quenya): Melinyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em Português: Eu amo ver seus olhos brilhando enquanto você sorri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Tradução Literal: Eu amo observar seus olhos brilharem quando você ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Élfico(Quenya): Melinyë tirië hendulyar silina írë lálalyë&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em Português: Eu amo você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Tradução Literal: Eu amo você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Élfico(Quenya): Melinyel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em Português: Casa comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Tradução Literal: Casa comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Élfico(Quenya): Ma vestuvalyen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em Português: Você me amará pela eternidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Tradução Literal: Você me amará pela eternidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Élfico(Quenya): Ma meluvalyen tenn'oio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em Português: Você é o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Tradução Literal: Você é o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Élfico(Quenya): Nalyë melmenya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em Português: Você é o amor da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Tradução Literal: Você é o amor da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Élfico(Quenya): Nalyë melmë cuilenya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em Português: Você tem o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Tradução Literal: Você tem meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Élfico(Quenya): Haryalyë melmenya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namárie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8098926814243279285-7516541962825791050?l=zecagoncalves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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