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term='poesia'/><title>Cotidiano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x63LJiGMnbY/TWH5f4pSxfI/AAAAAAAABD4/wHFCcmueih8/s1600/20459_1265122185802_1162186714_30710037_667603_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x63LJiGMnbY/TWH5f4pSxfI/AAAAAAAABD4/wHFCcmueih8/s320/20459_1265122185802_1162186714_30710037_667603_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576012139838227954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5 horas más&lt;br /&gt;2000 kilómetros&lt;br /&gt;2 litros de cerveza&lt;br /&gt;400 gramos de pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Sueño&lt;br /&gt;La distancia&lt;br /&gt;El vicio&lt;br /&gt;El Hambre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laburo hablando con un chilote,mientras toy mareado y re lleno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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voz o tiempo&lt;br /&gt;podemos estar juntos o ser juntos,&lt;br /&gt;vivir, morir en ese gran silencio&lt;br /&gt;de la dureza, madre del fulgor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez corriendo&lt;br /&gt;por fuego de volcán o uva del río&lt;br /&gt;o propaganda fiel de la frescura&lt;br /&gt;o caminata inmóvil en la nieve&lt;br /&gt;o polvo derribado en las provincias&lt;br /&gt;de los desiertos, polvareda&lt;br /&gt;de metales,&lt;br /&gt;o aún más lejos, polar, patria de piedra,&lt;br /&gt;zafiro helado,&lt;br /&gt;antártica,&lt;br /&gt;en este punto o puerto o parto o muerte&lt;br /&gt;piedra seremos, noche sin banderas,&lt;br /&gt;amor inmóvil, fulgor infinito,&lt;br /&gt;luz de la eternidad, fuego enterrado,&lt;br /&gt;orgullo condenado a su energía,&lt;br /&gt;única estrella que nos pertenece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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class="corpo"&gt;Eu agora - que desfecho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="corpo"&gt;                       Já nem penso mais em ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="corpo"&gt;                       Mas será que nunca deixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="corpo"&gt;                       De lembrar que te esqueci?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="corpo"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="corpo"&gt;                       &lt;em&gt;Mario Quintana - Espelho Mágico&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TVDP92JP4wI/AAAAAAAABCs/Wo4i1mExC6c/s320/nude%2Bde%2Bsofia%2Bcalado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571181400470577922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saudade do seu corpo contra o meu&lt;br /&gt;Do roçar das suas pernas nas minhas&lt;br /&gt;Do seu perfume atrás da orelha&lt;br /&gt;E dos lençóis amassados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das tardes de inverno&lt;br /&gt;As noites de inverno&lt;br /&gt;Das semanas de frio, e as vezes calor&lt;br /&gt;Das quais nao saímos da cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pedidos de -mais-&lt;br /&gt;Dos banhos acompanhados&lt;br /&gt;As constantes declaraçoes de prazer,amor&lt;br /&gt;E de tudo isso repetidas e repetidas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora sinto a distancia..&lt;br /&gt;Agora nao sinto seu cheiro,sua pele&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo escuto sua voz...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas me deleito com as lembranças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3913694005925882047-9143065808482190121?l=bobchenowith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/feeds/9143065808482190121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-que-sinto-falta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3913694005925882047/posts/default/9143065808482190121?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3913694005925882047/posts/default/9143065808482190121?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-que-sinto-falta.html' title='O que sinto falta...'/><author><name>Bob Chenowith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323759070036871142</uri><email>vodkaechocolate@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14025698597141408147'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TVDP92JP4wI/AAAAAAAABCs/Wo4i1mExC6c/s72-c/nude%2Bde%2Bsofia%2Bcalado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUMERno7cCp7ImA9Wx9UEEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913694005925882047.post-5625645950203306769</id><published>2011-02-06T23:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T23:50:07.408-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-06T23:50:07.408-02:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title>Água Sexual - Pablo Neruda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TU9O5YX4TYI/AAAAAAAAA98/szJpn2UaueY/s1600/SexyHotJeansCouple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TU9O5YX4TYI/AAAAAAAAA98/szJpn2UaueY/s320/SexyHotJeansCouple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570758011782712706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(60, 60, 60); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(60, 60, 60); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Rodando a goterones solos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;a gotas como dientes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;a espesos goterones de mermelada y sangre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;rodando a goterones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;cae el agua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;como una espada en gotas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;como un desgarrador río de vidrio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;cae mordiendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;golpeando el eje de la simetría, pegando en las costuras del&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;rompiendo cosas abandonadas, empapando lo oscuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;Solamente es un soplo, más húmedo que el llanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;un líquido, un sudor, un aceite sin nombre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;un movimiento agudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;haciéndose, espesándose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;cae el agua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;a goterones lentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;hacia su mar, hacia su seco océano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;hacia su ola sin agua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;Veo el verano extenso, y un estertor saliendo de un granero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;bodegas, cigarras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;poblaciones, estímulos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;habitaciones, niñas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;durmiendo con las manos en el corazón,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;soñando con bandidos, con incendios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;veo barcos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;veo árboles de médula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;erizados como gatos rabiosos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;veo sangre, puñales y medias de mujer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;y pelos de hombre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;veo camas, veo corredores donde grita una virgen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;veo frazadas y órganos y hoteles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;Veo los sueños sigilosos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;admito los postreros días,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;y también los orígenes, y también los recuerdos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;como un párpado atrozmente levantado a la fuerza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;estoy mirando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;Y entonces hay este sonido:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;un ruido rojo de huesos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;un pegarse de carne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;y piernas amarillas como espigas juntándose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;Yo escucho entre el disparo de los besos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;escucho, sacudido entre respiraciones y sollozos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;Estoy mirando, oyendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;con la mitad del alma en el mar y la mitad del alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;en la tierra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;y con las dos mitades del alma miro al mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;y aunque cierre los ojos y me cubra el corazón enteramente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;veo caer un agua sorda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;a goterones sordos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;Es como un huracán de gelatina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;como una catarata de espermas y medusas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;Veo correr un arco iris turbio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;Veo pasar sus aguas a través de los huesos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3913694005925882047-5625645950203306769?l=bobchenowith.blogspot.com' alt='' 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value='14025698597141408147'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TU9O5YX4TYI/AAAAAAAAA98/szJpn2UaueY/s72-c/SexyHotJeansCouple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkAHQnk8fSp7ImA9Wx9VF0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913694005925882047.post-5229836752386053680</id><published>2011-02-04T03:39:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T03:52:13.775-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-04T03:52:13.775-02:00</app:edited><title>Limerence - segundo wikipedia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TUuRQ7krIrI/AAAAAAAAA9k/RoEWV_VYnq8/s1600/mentretuttoscorre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TUuRQ7krIrI/AAAAAAAAA9k/RoEWV_VYnq8/s320/mentretuttoscorre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569705084229198514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Limerence&lt;/b&gt; (ou limerância) é um estado cognitivo e emocional  involuntário, no qual uma pessoa sente um intenso desejo romântico para  com outra pessoa (&lt;i&gt;limerent object&lt;/i&gt;). O termo foi cunhado em 1977 pela psicóloga norte-americana Dorothy Tennov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;O termo seria o equivalente na linguagem cotidiana ao "ter uma queda  por alguém", embora Limerence possa durar meses, anos, ou até mesmo pelo  resto da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Usado para diferenciar do sentimento de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amor" title="Amor"&gt;amor&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerence#cite_note-0"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Sua definição é semelhante a de paixão.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Pode variar de intensa alegria ou desespero extremo, dependendo da reciprocidade do objeto de Limerence (&lt;i&gt;limerent object&lt;/i&gt;).  Seus traços chaves o pensamento obsessivo sobre o objeto de limerence, a  avaliação bastante positiva de seus atributos, dependência emocional e  desejo por reciprocidade.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O conceito de limerância&lt;/b&gt; foi originado na pesquisa de Dorothy  Tennov nos anos 60. Entrevistando mais de 500 pessoas dentro do assunto  amor. O termo foi cunhado em 1977, publicado no livro "Love and  Limerence: The Experience of Being in Love" no ano de 1979. Ela se  propõe a estudar mais a fundo as características desse estado e as  diferenças culturais entre eles.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Socialmente tem efeitos mais dramáticos no &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casamento" title="Casamento"&gt;casamento&lt;/a&gt; e no &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suic%C3%ADdio" title="Suicídio"&gt;suicídio&lt;/a&gt;  romântico. Varia pouco de acordo com gênero, raça, idade, classe social  porém tem diferenças significativas dependendo da cultura.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Limerence&lt;/b&gt; is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cognitive" title="Cognitive" class="mw-redirect"&gt;cognitive&lt;/a&gt;  and emotional state of being emotionally attached or even obsessed with  another person, typically experienced involuntarily and characterized  by a strong desire for reciprocation of one's feelings, but not  primarily for a sexual relationship (although it can further intensify  the situation). The term was coined by psychologist &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorothy_Tennov" title="Dorothy Tennov"&gt;Dorothy Tennov&lt;/a&gt; to describe a near-obsessive form of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romance_%28love%29" title="Romance (love)"&gt;romantic love&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-time_0-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerence#cite_note-time-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Limerence is sometimes also interpreted as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Infatuation" title="Infatuation"&gt;infatuation&lt;/a&gt;, or is colloquially known as a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;crush&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,  but in reality it is something much different. In common speech,  infatuation includes aspects of immaturity and extrapolation from  insufficient information, and is usually short-lived.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The concept is an attempt at a scientific study into the nature of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romance_%28love%29" title="Romance (love)"&gt;romantic love&lt;/a&gt;.  Limerence can often be what is meant when one expresses having intense  feelings of attachment and preoccupations with the love object. It can  be experienced as intense &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Happiness" title="Happiness"&gt;joy&lt;/a&gt; or as extreme &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Despair" title="Despair"&gt;despair&lt;/a&gt;, depending on whether the feelings are reciprocated.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;According to Tennov, there are at least two types of love: &lt;i&gt;a&lt;/i&gt;) limerence, which she describes as (&lt;i&gt;inter alia&lt;/i&gt;) "loving attachment"; and &lt;i&gt;b&lt;/i&gt;) "loving affection," the bond that exists between an individual and his or her parents and children.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerence#cite_note-1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Limerence is characterized by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intrusive_thoughts" title="Intrusive thoughts"&gt;intrusive thinking&lt;/a&gt;  and pronounced sensitivity to external events that reflect the  disposition of the limerent object towards the individual. Basically, it  is the state of being completely carried away by unreasoned &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Passion_%28emotion%29" title="Passion (emotion)"&gt;passion&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love" title="Love"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;, even to the point of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Addiction" title="Addiction"&gt;addictive&lt;/a&gt;-type  behavior. Usually, one is inspired with an intense passion or  admiration for someone. Limerence can be difficult to understand for  those who have never experienced it, and it is thus often dismissed by  nonlimerents as ridiculous fantasy or a construct of romantic fiction.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-loveandlimerence_2-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerence#cite_note-loveandlimerence-2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Origins"&gt;Origins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;The concept of limerence first originated in Tennov's research in the  mid-1960s. She interviewed over 500 people on the topic of love. Tennov  coined the term "limerence" in 1977, publishing it in her 1979 book  "Love and Limerence: The Experience of Being in Love".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tennov differentiates between limerence and other emotions by asserting that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love" title="Love"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;  involves concern for the other person's welfare and feeling. While  limerence does not require it, those concerns may certainly be  incorporated.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Affection" title="Affection"&gt;Affection&lt;/a&gt;  and fondness exist only as a disposition towards another person,  irrespective of whether those feelings are reciprocated, whereas  limerence deeply desires return, but it remains unaltered whether it's  returned or not. Physical contact with the object is neither essential  nor sufficient to an individual experiencing limerence, unlike one  experiencing &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexual_attraction" title="Sexual attraction"&gt;sexual attraction&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A "crush" is often used to associate with children or teenagers who have a physical attraction.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Components"&gt;Components&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;Limerence involves intrusive thinking about the limerent object.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-loveandlimerence_2-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerence#cite_note-loveandlimerence-2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;  Other characteristics include acute longing for reciprocation, fear of  rejection, and unsettling shyness in the limerent object's presence. In  cases of unrequited limerence, transient relief may be found by vividly  imagining reciprocation from the limerent object.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Feelings of limerence can be intensified through adversity,  obstacles, or distance. A limerent person may have acute sensitivity to  any act, thought, or condition that can be interpreted favorably. This  may include a tendency to devise, fabricate, or invent "reasonable"  explanations for why neutral actions are a sign of hidden passion in the  limerent object.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A person experiencing limerence has a general intensity of feeling  that leaves other concerns in the background. In their thoughts, a  limerent person tends to emphasize what is admirable in the limerent  object and to avoid any negative or problematic attributes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Intrusive_thinking"&gt;Intrusive thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;During the height of limerence, thoughts of the limerent object (or  person) are at once persistent, involuntary and intrusive. Limerence is  first and foremost a condition of cognitive obsession. All events,  associations, stimuli, and experiences return thoughts to the limerent  object with unnerving consistency.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The constant thoughts about the limerent object define all other  experiences. If a certain thought has no previous connection with the  limerent object, immediately one is made. Limerent fantasy is  unsatisfactory unless rooted in reality,&lt;sup id="cite_ref-loveandlimerence_2-2" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerence#cite_note-loveandlimerence-2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; because the fantasizer may want the fantasy to seem realistic and somewhat possible.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fantasies that are concerned with far-fetched ideas are usually dropped by the fantasizer.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-loveandlimerence_2-3" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerence#cite_note-loveandlimerence-2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;  Sometimes it is retrospective; actual events are replayed from memory  with great vividness. This form predominates when what is viewed as  evidence of possible reciprocation can be re-experienced (a kind of  selective or revisionist history).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Otherwise, the long fantasy is anticipatory; it begins in the  everyday world and climaxes at the attainment of the limerent goal. A  limerent fantasy can also involve an unusual, often tragic, event.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The long fantasies form bridges between the limerent's ordinary life  and that intensely desired ecstatic moment. The duration and complexity  of a fantasy depend on the availability of time and freedom from  distractions. The bliss of the imagined moment of consummation is  greater when events imagined to precede it are possible.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In fact they often represent grave departures from the probable. Not  always is it entirely pleasant, and when rejection seems likely the  thoughts focus on despair, sometimes to the point of suicide. The  pleasantness or unpleasantness of the state seems almost unrelated to  the intensity of the reaction.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Although the direction of feeling, i.e. happy versus unhappy, shifts  rapidly, the intensity of intrusive and involuntary thinking alters less  rapidly, and alters only in response to an accumulation of experiences  with the particular limerent object.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fantasies are occasionally dreamed by the one experiencing limerence.  Dreams give out strong emotion and happiness when experienced, but  often end with despair when the subject awakens. Dreams can reawaken  strong feelings toward the limerent object after the feelings have  declined.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Fear_of_rejection"&gt;Fear of rejection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Along with the emphasis on positive qualities perceived in the  limerent object, and preoccupation with the hope for return of feelings,  there is a fear that limerence will be met by the very opposite of  reciprocation: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Social_rejection" title="Social rejection"&gt;rejection&lt;/a&gt;. Considerable self-doubt and uncertainty is experienced and it causes pain, but also enhances desire to a certain extent.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;However in most cases, this is what helps to eventually destroy the  limerence if a suitably long period of time has passed without &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reciprocation" title="Reciprocation"&gt;reciprocation&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Limerent fear of rejection is usually confined to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_shyness" title="Love shyness" class="mw-redirect"&gt;shyness&lt;/a&gt;  in the presence of the limerent object, but it can also spread to  situations involving other potential limerent objects, though generally  it does not affect other spheres of life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Although it appears that limerence blossoms under some forms of  adversity, extreme caution and shyness may prevent a relationship from  occurring, even when both parties are interested. This results from a  fear of exposing one's undesirable characteristics to the limerent  object.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Hope"&gt;Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Limerence develops and is sustained when there is a certain balance  of hope and uncertainty. The base for limerent hope is not in objective  reality but reality as it is perceived. The inclination is to sift  through nuances of speech and subtleties of behavior for evidence of  limerent hope. "Little things" are noticed and endlessly analyzed for  meaning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The belief that the limerent object does not and will not reciprocate  can only come about with great difficulty. Limerence can be carried  quite far before acknowledgment of rejection is genuine, especially if  it has not been addressed openly by the object of limerence.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Excessive concern over trivia may not be entirely unfounded. Body  language can indicate a return of feeling. What the limerent object said  and did is recalled with vividness. Alternative meanings of those  behaviors recalled are searched out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Each word and gesture is permanently available for review, especially  those interpreted as evidence in favor of "return of feeling." When  objects, people, places or situations are encountered with the limerent  object, they are vividly remembered, especially if the limerent object  'interacted' with them in some way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Physical_effects"&gt;Physical effects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;The physiological correlations of limerence are &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heart_palpitations" title="Heart palpitations" class="mw-redirect"&gt;heart palpitations&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trembling" title="Trembling" class="mw-redirect"&gt;trembling&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pallor" title="Pallor"&gt;pallor&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flushing_%28physiology%29" title="Flushing (physiology)"&gt;flushing&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pupil_dilation" title="Pupil dilation" class="mw-redirect"&gt;pupil dilation&lt;/a&gt; and general &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muscle_weakness" title="Muscle weakness" class="mw-redirect"&gt;weakness&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Awkwardness" title="Awkwardness"&gt;Awkwardness&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stuttering" title="Stuttering"&gt;stuttering&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shyness" title="Shyness"&gt;shyness&lt;/a&gt;, confusion predominate at the behavioral level, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dizziness" title="Dizziness"&gt;dizziness&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syncope_%28medicine%29" title="Syncope (medicine)"&gt;Syncope&lt;/a&gt; (Fainting/Passing out), &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Illness" title="Illness"&gt;Illness&lt;/a&gt; (Sickness, dizziness, headaches, etc.), and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anorexia_%28symptom%29" title="Anorexia (symptom)"&gt;loss of appetite&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There is apprehension, nervousness, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anxiety" title="Anxiety"&gt;anxiety&lt;/a&gt;  due to terrible worry that any action may bring about disaster. Many of  the commonly associated physiological reactions are the result of the  limerent fear. Some people however may find that these effects come most  strongly either immediately at or some time after contact with the  object of limerence, and this is accompanied with an acute feeling of  ecstasy or despair, depending on the turn of events beforehand.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The super-sensitivity that is heightened by fear of rejection can get  in the way of interpreting the limerent object's body language and lead  to inaction and wasted opportunities. Body signals may be emitted that  confuse and interfere with attaining the limerent object.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A condition of sustained alertness, a heightening of awareness and an  enormous fund of energy to deploy in pursuit of the limerent aim is  developed. The sensation of limerence is felt in the midpoint of the  chest, bottom of the throat, guts, or in some cases in the abdominal  region.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-loveandlimerence_2-4" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerence#cite_note-loveandlimerence-2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; This can be interpreted as ecstasy at times of mutuality, but its presence is most noticeable during &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broken_heart" title="Broken heart"&gt;despair at times of rejection&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Fainting"&gt;Fainting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syncope_%28medicine%29" title="Syncope (medicine)"&gt;Syncope&lt;/a&gt;, or "fainting", very rarely happens, but can take place when the person is deeply in love with the limerent object&lt;sup class="Template-Fact" title="This claim needs references to reliable sources from October 2009" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;[&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Citation_needed" title="Wikipedia:Citation needed"&gt;citation needed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;,  physically, and personality-wise, and is usually only for small  periods, 1–5 seconds. It is a sign of true obsession for the limerent  object, reaching the peak of limerence (very rarely happens)&lt;sup class="Template-Fact" title="This claim needs references to reliable sources from April 2010" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;[&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Citation_needed" title="Wikipedia:Citation needed"&gt;citation needed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; and is often accompanied by non-stop thinking of the limerent object for long periods of time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Sexuality"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Awareness of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Physical_attraction" title="Physical attraction" class="mw-redirect"&gt;physical attraction&lt;/a&gt; plays a key role in the development of limerence&lt;sup class="Template-Fact" title="This claim needs references to reliable sources from January 2011" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;[&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Citation_needed" title="Wikipedia:Citation needed"&gt;citation needed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;,  but is not enough to satisfy the limerent desire, and is almost never  the main focus—instead, the limerent focuses on what could be defined as  the "beneficial attributes".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Limerence can be intensified after a sexual relationship has begun,  and with more intense limerence there is greater desire for sexual  contact. However, while sexual surrender once indicated the end of  uncertainty in the limerent object, in modern times this is not  necessarily the case.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexual_fantasy" title="Sexual fantasy"&gt;Sexual fantasies&lt;/a&gt;  are distinct from limerent ones. Limerent fantasy is rooted in reality  and is intrusive rather than voluntary. Sexual fantasies are under more  or less voluntary control and may also involve strangers, imaginary  individuals, and situations that could not take place. Limerence  elevates body temperature and increases relaxation, a sensation of  viewing the world with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rose-tinted_glasses" title="Rose-tinted glasses" class="mw-redirect"&gt;rose-tinted glasses&lt;/a&gt;, becoming more receptive to sexuality, and daydreaming about how good a lover your co-worker or a stranger on the bus might be.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;People can become aroused by the thought of sexual partners, acts,  and situations that are not truly desired, whereas every detail of the  limerent fantasy is passionately desired actually to take place.  Limerence sometimes increases sexual interest in other partners when the  limerent object is unreceptive or unavailable, such as when &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Married" title="Married" class="mw-redirect"&gt;married&lt;/a&gt; people find sex with their spouses more pleasurable when they become limerent over someone else.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Limerent_reaction"&gt;Limerent reaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;The limerent reaction is a composite reaction; that is, it actually describes a unique &lt;i&gt;series&lt;/i&gt; of reactions. These reactions occur only where misperceptions meet adversity in the context of a romance&lt;sup class="Template-Fact" title="This claim needs references to reliable sources from December 2010" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;[&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Citation_needed" title="Wikipedia:Citation needed"&gt;citation needed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;.  Perhaps because of this unique specificity, limerent reactions can be  uniquely quantified and predicted according to the schema described  below.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Involvement increases if obstacles are externally imposed or if the  limerent object’s feelings are doubted. Only if the limerent object were  to be revealed as highly undesirable might limerence subside. The  presence of some degree of doubt causes the intensity of the feelings to  rise further. The stage is reached at which the reaction is virtually  impossible to dislodge.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This adversity may be superficial or deep, internal or external, so  that an individual may generate deep adversity where none exists. Also  "romance," as it were, need not be present in any genuine way for a  limerent reaction to proceed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The course of limerence results in a more intrusive thinking pattern.  This thinking pattern is an expectant and often joyous period with the  initial focusing on the limerent object’s admirable qualities; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crystallization_%28love%29" title="Crystallization (love)"&gt;crystallization&lt;/a&gt;. Then, under appropriate conditions of hope and uncertainty, the limerence intensifies further.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With evidence of reciprocation (real or imagined) from the limerent  object, a state of extreme pleasure, even euphoria, is enjoyed. Thoughts  are mainly occupied with considering and reconsidering what is  attractive in the limerent object, replaying whatever events may have  thus far transpired with the limerent object, and appreciating personal  qualities perceived as possibly having sparked interest in the limerent  object.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At peak crystallization, almost all waking thoughts revolve around  the limerent object. After this peak, the feelings eventually decline.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fantasies are preferred to virtually any other activity with the  exception of activities that are believed to help obtain the limerent  object, and activities that involve actually being in the presence of  the limerent object. The motivation to attain a "relationship" continues  to intensify so long as a proper mix of hope and uncertainty exist.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tennov estimates, based on both questionnaire and interview data,  that the average limerent reaction duration, from the moment of  initiation until a feeling of neutrality is reached, is approximately  three years. The extremes may be as brief as a few weeks or as long as  several decades. When limerence is brief, maximum intensity may not have  been attained.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Limerence generally lasts between 18 months and three years, but  further studies on unrequited limerence have suggested longer durations.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Bond_varieties"&gt;Bond varieties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div class="rellink relarticle mainarticle"&gt;Main article: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_bonding" title="Human bonding"&gt;Human bonding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Once the &lt;i&gt;limerent reaction&lt;/i&gt; has initiated, one of three varieties of &lt;b&gt;bonds&lt;/b&gt;  may form, defined over a set duration of time, in relation to the  experience or non-experience of limerence. The constitution of these  bonds may vary over the course of the relationship, in ways that may  either increase or decrease the intensity of the limerence.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The basis and interesting characteristic of this delineation made by  Tennov, is that based on her research and interviews with people, all  human bonded relationships can be divided into three varieties being  defined by the amount of limerence or non-limerence each partner  contributes to the relationship.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With an affectional bond, neither partner is limerent. With a  Limerent-Nonlimerent bond, one partner is limerent. In a  Limerent-Limerent bond, both partners are limerent.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Affectional bonding characterize those affectionate sexual  relationships where neither partner is limerent; couples tend to be in  love, but do not report continuous and unwanted intrusive thinking,  feeling intense need for exclusivity, or define their goals in terms of  reciprocity. These types of bonded couples tend to emphasize  compatibility of interests, mutual preferences in leisure activities,  ability to work together, and in some cases a degree of relative  contentment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The bulk of relationships, however, according to Tennov, are those between a limerent person and a nonlimerent other, i.e. &lt;i&gt;limerent-nonlimerent bonding&lt;/i&gt;. These bonds are characterized by unequal reciprocation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lastly, those relationship bonds in which there exists mutual reciprocation are defined as &lt;i&gt;limerent-limerent bondings&lt;/i&gt;.  Tennov argues since limerence itself is an "unstable state" that  mutually limerent bonds would be expected to be short-lived; mixed  relationships probably last longer than limerent-limerent relationships;  and affectional bondings tend to be characterized as "old marrieds"  whose interactions are typically both stable and mutually gratifying.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Impact"&gt;Impact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tennov's research has been continued by Albert Wakin, who knew Tennov  at the University of Bridgeport but didn't assist in her research, and  Duyen Vo, a graduate student of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Southern_Connecticut_State_University" title="Southern Connecticut State University"&gt;Southern Connecticut State University&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-usatoday_3-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerence#cite_note-usatoday-3"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;  Their goal is to refine the term so that it refers mostly to the  negative pathological aspects of Limerence. The term "limerence" has  been invoked in many popular media, including self-help books, popular  magazines, and websites.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Still, according to a paper by Wakin and Vo, "In spite of the  public’s exposure to limerence, the professional community, particularly  clinical, is largely unaware of the concept." &lt;sup id="cite_ref-wakinvo_4-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerence#cite_note-wakinvo-4"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; In 2008, they presented their updated research to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=American_Association_of_Behavioral_and_Social_Sciences&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="American Association of Behavioral and Social Sciences (page does not exist)"&gt;American Association of Behavioral and Social Sciences&lt;/a&gt;. Wakin and Vo reported that more research must be gathered before the condition is suited for the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diagnostic_and_Statistical_Manual_of_Mental_Disorders" title="Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders"&gt;Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM)&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-usatoday_3-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerence#cite_note-usatoday-3"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Limerencia&lt;/b&gt; (anglicismo proveniente de &lt;i&gt;limerence&lt;/i&gt;) es el nombre propuesto por la psicóloga &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Dorothy_Tennov&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Dorothy Tennov (aún no redactado)"&gt;Dorothy Tennov&lt;/a&gt;  para un fenómeno emocional cognitivo involuntario producido en ciertas  personas y vinculado al enamoramiento. Fue descubierto por Tennov en un  intento de estudiar científicamente la naturaleza del amor romántico a  mediados de la decada de 1960. El nombre fue acuñado en 1979 en su libro  "Love and Limerence: the experience of being in love". No tiene ninguna  etimología concreta y fue elegido por su sonoridad.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Gehrie_0-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerencia#cite_note-Gehrie-0"&gt;&lt;span class="corchete-llamada"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span class="corchete-llamada"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;La limerencia puede en algunos casos ser exactamente lo que uno trata  de expresar cuando dice que está "locamente enamorado" (en inglés  "having a crush"), aunque este estado a diferencia de un enamoramiento a  primera vista puede durar meses, años e incluso toda la vida. Se  caracteriza por una gran cantidad de &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Pensamiento_intrusivo&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Pensamiento intrusivo (aún no redactado)"&gt;pensamiento intrusivo&lt;/a&gt;  y pronunciada sensibilidad a eventos externos que pudieran reflejar la  disposición del objeto limerente hacia el individuo. Puede ser  experimentada como intensa alegría o como extrema desesperación,  pudiendo esto variar dependiendo de la situación respecto de la otra  persona.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Origen"&gt;Origen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;El concepto de limerencia se originó en la investigación de &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Tennov&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Tennov (aún no redactado)"&gt;Tennov&lt;/a&gt;  a mediados de los años 1960. Ella hizo un experimento donde entrevistó  sobre el tópico del amor a alrededor de quinientas personas. Tennov  acuñó el término "limerencia" en 1977, publicándolo en 1979 en su libro &lt;i&gt;Love and Limerence: The Experience of Being in Love&lt;/i&gt; ("Amor y limerencia: la experiencia de estar enamorado").&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Causas"&gt;Causas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Si bien es algo involuntario, en el ámbito de la &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psicolog%C3%ADa" title="Psicología"&gt;psicología&lt;/a&gt;  se han estudiado distintas causas para este fenómeno. La más aceptada  indica que existen 2 factores que desencadenan la limerencia:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amor, ya sea producto de un fuerte vínculo de amistad, o por un enamoramiento previo hacia la persona.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Obsesión. No existen causas claras. Este factor se ha tratado muchas  veces como involuntario. Se dice que la obsesión por la persona puede  ser causada por una constante experiencia positiva al estar con la  persona amada o por un distanciamiento permanente de ésta. Esto es  también muchas veces causado por una tendencia personal del individuo a  obsesionarse por sus anhelos más profundos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Vinculaci.C3.B3n_al_amor_y_diferenciaci.C3.B3n_de_otras_emociones"&gt;Vinculación al amor y diferenciación de otras emociones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Tennov lo vincula al amor y lo diferencia de otras emociones aseverando que:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;El &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amor" title="Amor"&gt;amor&lt;/a&gt;  que desencadena la limerencia en una persona involucra preocupación por  el bienestar y los sentimientos del otro, en cuyos casos puede ser  excesivo, llegando en algunos casos a producir síndrome de déficit de  atención y un desorden en su escala de prioridades.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;El &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Afecto" title="Afecto" class="mw-redirect"&gt;afecto&lt;/a&gt; y el &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cari%C3%B1o" title="Cariño"&gt;cariño&lt;/a&gt;  producidos en la limerencia existen como una disposición permanente  hacia otra persona, pero en contraste con estos, no demanda que esos  sentimientos sean recíprocos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;El &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexo" title="Sexo"&gt;sexo&lt;/a&gt;  o el contacto físico con el objeto limerente no es ni necesario, ni  esencial, ni suficiente para un individuo que experimenta limerencia, al  contrario de otro que experimenta &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atracci%C3%B3n_sexual" title="Atracción sexual"&gt;atracción sexual&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;La &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emoci%C3%B3n" title="Emoción"&gt;emoción&lt;/a&gt;  característica del sentimiento producido en la limerencia crece con la  comunicación abierta y el conocimiento mutuo, y es vista como una  experiencia interpersonal positiva. Se caracteriza por su intensidad, la  cual llega a producir &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Incertidumbre" title="Incertidumbre"&gt;incertidumbre&lt;/a&gt; y &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ansiedad" title="Ansiedad" class="mw-redirect"&gt;ansiedad&lt;/a&gt; en el individuo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Efectos_y_componentes_psicol.C3.B3gicos"&gt;Efectos y componentes psicológicos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Tennov establece una serie de criterios para determinar el estado de limerencia:&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Gehrie_0-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerencia#cite_note-Gehrie-0"&gt;&lt;span class="corchete-llamada"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span class="corchete-llamada"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pensamientos intrusivos respecto a todo lo relacionado con la persona deseada.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pronunciado y a veces hasta extremo deseo por el bienestar de la persona amada, y en menor manera, de reciprocidad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Una notable habilidad para enfatizar lo que es verdaderamente  admirable en la persona amada y evitar pensar en su lado negativo, o  interpretarlo como algo positivo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;La limerencia frecuentemente puede durar años o décadas, aunque se puede actuar limerentemente con sólo una persona a la vez.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Otros criterios podrían ser:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preocupación excesiva por representar ser alguien en todos los aspectos acorde a los gustos de la persona amada.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alivio temporal y fugaz a través de fantasías, sueños o pensamientos  constantes que involucren a la persona amada, como también en  experiencias como la conversación o la simple observación de esta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Timidez infundada y dificultad para relacionar ideas en presencia de la persona deseada.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sentimiento intensificado a través de la adversidad, distanciamiento o incomunicación.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miedo al rechazo y a la posibilidad de no ser correspondido, lo que  produce que el individuo oculte su sentimiento y haga parecer como  normales ciertas actitudes producidas por la limerencia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Un sentimiento tan intenso y profundo que pone cualquier otra preocupación a un lado.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expresividad fomentada debido al deseo de desahogo del individo  producido por este sentimiento (se dice que grandes escritores como  Pablo Neruda experimentaron limerencia en algún momento de sus vidas).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Muestras de afecto poco comunes, que en ciertos casos pueden ser extremas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Magnificación de la percepción física de la belleza de la persona amada.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Efectos_y_componentes_f.C3.ADsicos"&gt;Efectos y componentes físicos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Palpitaciones aceleradas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Temblores repentinos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dilatación de pupilas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sudoración inconstante&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enrojecimiento de la cara&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desórdenes del apetito&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tartamudez menor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nerviosismo permanente&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fonte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerence&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/3913694005925882047-5229836752386053680?l=bobchenowith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/feeds/5229836752386053680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2011/02/limerence-segundo-wikipedia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3913694005925882047/posts/default/5229836752386053680?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3913694005925882047/posts/default/5229836752386053680?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2011/02/limerence-segundo-wikipedia.html' title='Limerence - segundo wikipedia.'/><author><name>Bob Chenowith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323759070036871142</uri><email>vodkaechocolate@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14025698597141408147'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TUuRQ7krIrI/AAAAAAAAA9k/RoEWV_VYnq8/s72-c/mentretuttoscorre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkYBSXszcSp7ImA9Wx9VE0o.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913694005925882047.post-3763593696571711234</id><published>2011-01-30T04:41:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T07:02:38.589-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-30T07:02:38.589-02:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vídeo'/><title>Burlesque - Noches de Encanto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TUUILMdDnhI/AAAAAAAAA80/G5Nk49Pu-TQ/s1600/cher-kristen-bell-burlesque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TUUILMdDnhI/AAAAAAAAA80/G5Nk49Pu-TQ/s320/cher-kristen-bell-burlesque.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567865502728166930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A primeira coisa que fazem quando 1 cantora resolve fazer 1 filme é destruir ela com as críticas.E assim fizeram com Xtina Aguilera nessa sua primeira aventura cinematográfica.&lt;br /&gt;Injustamente?Acredito que sim.Porque na verdade a personagem nao exigia tanto dela e em muitos momentos dá pra esquecer que ela é a Aguilera e sim a Ali.&lt;br /&gt;Os números musicais dela sao fora de série e isso mostra porque alguém como Cher aceita fazer 1 filme com ela.&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando se fala em Cher, nao se fala só de 1 diva gay, ou de 1 cantora-atriz, e sim de 1 mulher que tem toda 1 história na música,na tv,no cinema e em tantos outros meios.&lt;br /&gt;O que impressiona é que mesmo depois de tantos anos, ela siga completamente em forma.&lt;br /&gt;E nao to falando só de seu rosto e corpo, mas também de sua performance como atriz e cantora.She rocks!&lt;br /&gt;A alma do filme é ela, e a Christina Aguillera é a que mostra a que veio.&lt;br /&gt;Fora isso a atuaçao da Kristen Bell(eterna Veronica Mars) está muuuuito boa no filme, ainda que ela nao convença como 1 possível rival da Tina.&lt;br /&gt;É um filme que vale a pena ver, se abrindo pra lindas cançoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falando em cançoes, voce pode baixar elas aqui:&lt;br /&gt;http://bobside.blogspot.com&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/3913694005925882047-3763593696571711234?l=bobchenowith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/feeds/3763593696571711234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2011/01/burlesque-noches-de-encanto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3913694005925882047/posts/default/3763593696571711234?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3913694005925882047/posts/default/3763593696571711234?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2011/01/burlesque-noches-de-encanto.html' title='Burlesque - Noches de Encanto'/><author><name>Bob Chenowith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323759070036871142</uri><email>vodkaechocolate@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14025698597141408147'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TUUILMdDnhI/AAAAAAAAA80/G5Nk49Pu-TQ/s72-c/cher-kristen-bell-burlesque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0QMQnc4fip7ImA9Wx9VEks.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913694005925882047.post-8704929828723356277</id><published>2011-01-28T21:59:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T22:36:23.936-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-28T22:36:23.936-02:00</app:edited><title>Vergonha alheia de pseudoescritores...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TUNZnIrlznI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/kdqHacv0Qw8/s1600/raiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TUNZnIrlznI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/kdqHacv0Qw8/s320/raiva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567392093240151666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma das piores coisas da inclusao social através da internet e de essa supervalorizaçao do conceito de seja voce mesmo(sem acentos,desculpe,é culpa do teclado)é que as pessoas pensam que podem fazer qualquer coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Elas criam um halter-ego e na frente do seu pc fazem o que bem entendem, criam um blog, escrevem poemas,roteiros,compoem músicas,novelas,desenham,enfim,tentam produzir algum tipo de material artístico.&lt;br /&gt;Já nao bastasse a educaçao no nosso país(Brasil) ser uma merda, onde pelo menos 70 por cento das pessoas sao semi analfabetas, ou seja sabem ler mas nem entendem, ainda tem essa merda que a sociedade te diz que é legal ser voce mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém já parou pra pensar até que ponto isso é verdade?E até que ponto isso pode ser bom?&lt;br /&gt;Porque sinceramente me sinto ofendido com o nível dessa pseudoarte produzida principalmente na internet e que muitas vezes ainda, nao sei como, as criaturas conseguem publicar em livros.&lt;br /&gt;Fora a falta de estilo próprio e nenhum sentido de estética, se ve muita coisa cheia de erros de linguagem.Nao que eu me julgue melhor que todos, nem que tudo que faça seja perfeito, mas há limites.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas tem que ler mais,por favor, assim voce aprende a escrever melhor também #fikdik!&lt;br /&gt;Mas também nao é pra ler e ficar fazendo 1 plágio chulo de 1 coisa que já era tosca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se voce quer realmente escrever, escreva e peça opiniao de gente séria, que entende do assunto.Os seus amigos nao vao dizer que o que voce escreve é merda,porque sao seus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Procurando direitinho voce encontra lugares bacanas onde vao te dar uma orientaçao boa.Porque geralmente esses grupos que se reúnem em saraus, olha é pior que escrever sozinho.Eles se reúnem pra travar 1 batalha de egos, onde muitas vezes só se importam consigo mesmos e só leem seus poemas com outras pessoas pra se convencerem ainda mais que realmente sao melhores que os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso o que voce quer? Está certo do que o que voce escreve está bom?&lt;br /&gt;Porque voce tem que estar preparado pra receber críticas, e eu posso dizer que pego leve aqui, tem gente muito pior.&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente, 90 por cento das coisas que leio(e isso pensando positivamente) sao um lixo!&lt;br /&gt;Chega a doer de taaaaaaao ruim!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso por favor, se voce quer escrever beleza, mantenha seu blog tranquilinho, mas se for pedir minha opiniao já sabe que nao vou te mentir nao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3913694005925882047-8704929828723356277?l=bobchenowith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/feeds/8704929828723356277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isadora levou sua cadeira de praia até o ponto mais alto do monte que podia avistar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com as pernas cruzadas e seu óculos rayban, fumava tranquilamente enquanto bebia em uma linda xícara chinesa seu chá de maracujá com vodka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em sua cabeça passavam tantas coisas, que confusa e desorientada via e revia vários vezes as mesmas imagens e escutava diálogos desconexos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enquanto isso a seu redor só se escutavam as ondas do mar, violentas contra as pedras que ela nao deixava de olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela tinha preguiça de pular e pensava:&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero me afogar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;(Continua?¿?)&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/3913694005925882047-2007274207352432919?l=bobchenowith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/feeds/2007274207352432919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2011/01/vai-virar-historia-mesmo-inspiracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3913694005925882047/posts/default/2007274207352432919?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3913694005925882047/posts/default/2007274207352432919?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2011/01/vai-virar-historia-mesmo-inspiracao.html' title='Vai virar história mesmo, inspiraçao a toda...'/><author><name>Bob Chenowith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323759070036871142</uri><email>vodkaechocolate@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14025698597141408147'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TT4nHGs5A6I/AAAAAAAAA74/K2PSK0w2s50/s72-c/precipicio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkUBQHY9fip7ImA9Wx9WGE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913694005925882047.post-4874863328770357777</id><published>2011-01-23T13:49:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T14:30:51.866-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-23T14:30:51.866-02:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title>A segunda queda de Isadora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TTxR-EMv5sI/AAAAAAAAA7w/NzN7N0EJhwI/s1600/mujer_en_precipicio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TTxR-EMv5sI/AAAAAAAAA7w/NzN7N0EJhwI/s320/mujer_en_precipicio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565413366244042434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isadora decidida pulou&lt;br /&gt;Seus pés já estavam escorregando...&lt;br /&gt;A força do vento em seu vestido já lhe empurrava&lt;br /&gt;E ela se deixou levar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao decorrer da caída, a venda de seus olhos foi caindo&lt;br /&gt;Pôde ver as consequências de seus atos&lt;br /&gt;E com os olhos já secos de lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Só lhe restou um grito surdo para aliviar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhava seus pés já inchados de tanto caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Lembrava das vezes que tinha sufocado seu ego&lt;br /&gt;Das vezes que tinha posto 2 no lugar de 1&lt;br /&gt;E ainda mais de que tudo isso muitas vezes só havia acontecido em sua cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despertou-se com o barulho da queda&lt;br /&gt;Atónita, creendo se tratar de apenas um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Se deu conta que estava sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Decida a voltar, veste suas sandálias,Isadora já sabe o quer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3913694005925882047-4874863328770357777?l=bobchenowith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/feeds/4874863328770357777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2011/01/segunda-queda-de-isadora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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gd:etag='W/&quot;DkQMQHw-fyp7ImA9Wx9WFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913694005925882047.post-5069976960277017157</id><published>2011-01-21T04:46:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T05:19:41.257-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-21T05:19:41.257-02:00</app:edited><title>Seguro que habrá lágrimas verás...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TTksDlv6BUI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/uWElLDnGN84/s1600/P1000634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TTksDlv6BUI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/uWElLDnGN84/s320/P1000634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564527254777234754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Passamos a vida toda mudando.&lt;br /&gt;Mudamos muitas coisas, mas dificilmente deixamos de nos relacionar amorosamente.&lt;br /&gt;Aí vem os problemas, e mesmo que sigamos vivendo as mesmas coisas,fazemos tudo de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo Wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (do verbo latino, patior, que significa sofrer ou suportar uma situação dificil)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E eu me lembro bem quanto tempo fugi disso, já por ter passado por poucas e boas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas eis que há coisas que por mais que evitemos, acabam acontecendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nao sei se é 1 conjunto de circunstancias ou o que, mas a gente acaba se deixando levar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu pelo menos nunca procurei alguém que me fizesse feliz como muita gente faz e sim alguém pra dividir a felicidade,ou seja pra ser feliz a 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas já faz um bom tempo que deixei de procurar também, esse é o tipo de coisa que acontece e pronto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E sim, mal me mudei pra outra cidade,outro país e comecei a passar por todo esse processo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E lembrei que nao queria isso, nao precisava disso agora, mas quando me dei conta já era tarde demais.&lt;br /&gt;Já estou envolvido e nao consigo imaginar minha vida nesse momento sem a presenca dessa pessoa que quero tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vi que Paixao no Wikipedia está listado entre o orgulho e a paciencia.&lt;br /&gt;Ou seja, temos que nos livrar do excesso de 1 e abusar do outro.Ironic,dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;O que sei é que no meio de tudo, lembro que a paixao e o amor tem que comecar seriamente com 2 coisas:a entrega sem medos e a aceitacao da diferenca.&lt;br /&gt;Porque disso tudo mais que necessitamos vai fluindo.&lt;br /&gt;E assim que penso, e assim que é(pra mim).&lt;br /&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/3913694005925882047-5069976960277017157?l=bobchenowith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/feeds/5069976960277017157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2011/01/seguro-que-habras-lagrimas-veras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3913694005925882047/posts/default/5069976960277017157?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3913694005925882047/posts/default/5069976960277017157?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punta del diablo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uruguay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valizas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacaciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabo polonio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem.viaje'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='férias'/><title>Um verdadeiro paraíso no litoral uruguayo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TS_seIdTJqI/AAAAAAAAA7I/4r1IdETPiNs/s1600/cabo_polonio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TS_seIdTJqI/AAAAAAAAA7I/4r1IdETPiNs/s320/cabo_polonio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561924067236456098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nao posso dizer como funciona no mundo todo, porém no Brasil se tem 1 visao que o Uruguai é 1 país que vive do campo e que só existe 2 cidades: Punta Del Este que sempre é vista comoWOW! e Montevideo que serve de escala pra Buenos Aires.&lt;br /&gt;Paraaa tudo!Aqui tem muitos mais atrativos turísticos!&lt;br /&gt;Poderia falar de váaaarios mas tá, há lugares que nos encantam de primeira por uma série de motivos.E Cabo Polonio,bah,é lindo demais!&lt;br /&gt;É 1 destino hippie???&lt;br /&gt;Sim, mas 1 hippie chique porque pagar 50 dólares por noite em 1 quarto simples,convenhamos.&lt;br /&gt;Pra chegar no lugar já é uma aventura, voce tem que ir até Valizas(outra praia linda)e de lá caminhar 7km ou pagar por cavalos ou 1 carro que te leve até Cabo Polonio.&lt;br /&gt;É 1 praia pequena,antiga vila de pescadores onde nao há energia elétrica,só solar.&lt;br /&gt;Pouquissimos comércios,algumas pousadas e casas para alugar.&lt;br /&gt;É um programa bixo-grilo?Pode ser...&lt;br /&gt;Mas a praia é lindaaaa demais, ou seja se voce quiser realmente descansar e aproveitar 1 praia muito linda e quase exclusiva é o melhor destino por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Agora se busca agito vá pra Punta Del Diablo, pra quem vive no sul do Brasil nao sai tao caro porque fica a mais ou menos 40km do Chuy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se estiver interessado em conhecer mais sobre Cabo Polonio,veja aqui:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cabopolonio.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3913694005925882047-2399235249053374584?l=bobchenowith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TQZaWddFfRI/AAAAAAAAA6g/fkXhIZQWkow/s1600/cats2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TQZaWddFfRI/AAAAAAAAA6g/fkXhIZQWkow/s320/cats2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550222932690959634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Divina,linda,maravilhosa,sim,sim,sim,sim!&lt;br /&gt;E assim que resolvo sair de Porto Alegre ela resolve baixar por lá!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bonito né???&lt;br /&gt;Agora me pergunta se vai ter show da Shakira em Montevideo???&lt;br /&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/3913694005925882047-2598412181652124581?l=bobchenowith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TQZaWddFfRI/AAAAAAAAA6g/fkXhIZQWkow/s72-c/cats2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0QESXs-eip7ImA9Wx9XGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913694005925882047.post-1911719453669885965</id><published>2010-12-10T12:23:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T05:15:08.552-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-14T05:15:08.552-02:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uruguay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='montevideo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porto alegre'/><title>Melhores sorvetes em Montevideo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TQI3_E-98lI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/cKIXcx2BIAM/s1600/lacigale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TQI3_E-98lI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/cKIXcx2BIAM/s320/lacigale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549059247683007058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem me conhece sabe que um dos meus vicios è o sorvete, òbviooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou em POA è comum me ver entre 2 e 3 vezes por semana pelo menos na sorveteria jòia ali na Cidade Baixa, onde fazem deliciosos sorvetes de fruta.&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, infelizmente eles naum tem 1 dos meus sorvetes favoritos que è o do Sambayon...&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora estou em Montevideo e a melhor opcion para tomar sorvete de Sambayon è na La Cigale.&lt;br /&gt;Essa sorveteria tem em vàrios pontos da cidade, eu conhesso a que fica em Pocitos, mas vou sempre na que fica no centro ao lado da Plaza Cagancha.&lt;br /&gt;Super recomendo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sorvetes entre 4,80 e 6 reais, um pouco caro mas vale a pena!&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/3913694005925882047-1911719453669885965?l=bobchenowith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/feeds/1911719453669885965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2010/12/melhores-sorvetes-em-montevideo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3913694005925882047/posts/default/1911719453669885965?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-14T05:16:33.147-02:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriados'/><title>Dia da Família</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TP-UNRGvjGI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/bnXWLS2bA8w/s1600/Six-Feet-Under-016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TP-UNRGvjGI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/bnXWLS2bA8w/s320/Six-Feet-Under-016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548316221594635362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fischer:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nathaniel,Claire,Nate,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ruth &amp;amp; David.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3913694005925882047-4401212821055646646?l=bobchenowith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/feeds/4401212821055646646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2010/12/dia-da-familia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3913694005925882047/posts/default/4401212821055646646?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3913694005925882047/posts/default/4401212821055646646?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2010/12/dia-da-familia.html' title='Dia da Família'/><author><name>Bob Chenowith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323759070036871142</uri><email>vodkaechocolate@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14025698597141408147'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TP-UNRGvjGI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/bnXWLS2bA8w/s72-c/Six-Feet-Under-016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0QBR3g-eyp7ImA9Wx9XGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913694005925882047.post-1643422572864442535</id><published>2010-12-08T00:15:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T05:15:56.653-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-14T05:15:56.653-02:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='montevideo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porto alegre'/><title>Montevideo ( e o futuro dos meus blogs)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TP7qd3wC6GI/AAAAAAAAA6I/wNzC0X5-UXI/s1600/DSCN0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TP7qd3wC6GI/AAAAAAAAA6I/wNzC0X5-UXI/s320/DSCN0651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548129589869602914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bom, nem sei onde por onde começar ao certo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas penso que essa viagem á Montevideo fecha com ouro um dos melhores anos da minha vida!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um ano que começou sem muitas perspectivas, em meio a uma relação turbulenta, problemas emocionais e blas,blas,blas...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;E me falaram taaaanta merda que nem via mais sentido em seguir vivo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meu melhor conselheiro sou eu mesmo, assim mais uma vez me ergui(Eu e meu ego).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aprendi tanto esse ano, de tantas formas.Me senti como criança dando  os primeiros passos e cresci demaaais!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Descobri amigos realmente verdadeiros, sinceros e divertidos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tive o melhor namorado da minha vida, mas não sei o que aconteceu que não me apaixonei.Fui cretino 1 zilhão de vezes, e a maioria das vezes com quem merecia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vi que tem muita gente que se incomoda com meu jeito de não ligar pra nada e por ás vezes dar minha opinião que ás vezes é forte, e também cago pra quem se incomoda comigo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sei agora que não adianta focar os problemas,e sim a solução.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;E que se não me sinto bem em um lugar, saio mesmo, nem que seja pra bem longe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas minha ida á Montevideo não é por isso, envolve muitas coisas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na verdade nunca amei tanto Porto Alegre como agora, quando chega a noite aqui me sinto realmente em casa, mas outros ventos me levam mais ao sul.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tem 1 frase que diz: "sou que nem balão, se não me seguram eu voo longeeee".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Assim sou eu, então viajo e não sei quando volto,se volto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por um tempo estarei me estabelecendo por lá, então não passarei mais noites e noites na internet, assim que não vou mais atualizar tanto o blog.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas sempre que poder estarei de volta aqui, trazendo minhas vivências.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sentirei saudade dos amigos no Brasil, mas a vida é isso e não tenho medo de seguir.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beijos,abraços,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bob Chenowith&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3913694005925882047-1643422572864442535?l=bobchenowith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/feeds/1643422572864442535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2010/12/montevideo-e-o-futuro-dos-meus-blogs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3913694005925882047/posts/default/1643422572864442535?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3913694005925882047/posts/default/1643422572864442535?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2010/12/montevideo-e-o-futuro-dos-meus-blogs.html' title='Montevideo ( e o futuro dos meus blogs)'/><author><name>Bob Chenowith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323759070036871142</uri><email>vodkaechocolate@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14025698597141408147'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TP7qd3wC6GI/AAAAAAAAA6I/wNzC0X5-UXI/s72-c/DSCN0651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0QDR3k4fSp7ImA9Wx9XGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913694005925882047.post-4849336351785093632</id><published>2010-12-02T02:09:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T05:16:16.735-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-14T05:16:16.735-02:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriados'/><title>4ª Temporada de True Blood...Logo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TPcci4VOG4I/AAAAAAAAA5g/v_lt03kZPb4/s1600/TB3_Horiz_Generic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TPcci4VOG4I/AAAAAAAAA5g/v_lt03kZPb4/s320/TB3_Horiz_Generic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545932851692575618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Já começaram as gravações da nova tempora da famosa série de vampiros.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que se tem confirmado até agora é que o Sam vai ter uma espécie de casa de metal, e que vai ter mais 1 cenário que será 1 loja, 1 padaria ou loja de tortas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;O nome do 2º episódio é "You Smell Like Dinner".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;O resto é especulação...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ansiedadeeeeeeeeeeee....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas só em no próximo verão americano pra ver!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;No aguardo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3913694005925882047-4849336351785093632?l=bobchenowith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/feeds/4849336351785093632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2010/12/4-temporada-de-true-bloodlogo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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gd:etag='W/&quot;A0MERn0-fyp7ImA9Wx9XGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913694005925882047.post-4506302525363512977</id><published>2010-12-01T18:40:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T05:16:47.357-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-14T05:16:47.357-02:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title>Canção - Allen Ginsberg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TPay4AFuQlI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/nRnSOI_kU_E/s1600/chapman002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TPay4AFuQlI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/nRnSOI_kU_E/s320/chapman002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545816666319766098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O peso do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;         é o amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sob o fardo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;       da solidão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;sob o fardo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;      da insatisfação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;       o peso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o peso que carregamos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;        é o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quem poderia negá-lo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;          Em sonhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;nos toca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;      o corpo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;em pensamentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;        constrói &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;um milagre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;         na imaginação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;aflige-se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;         até tornar-se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;humano - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;sai para fora do coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;         ardendo de pureza - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;pois o fardo da vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;          é o amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;mas nós carregamos o peso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;           cansados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;e assim temos que descansar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;nos braços do amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;          finalmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;temos que descansar nos braços &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;           do amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Nenhum descanso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;        sem amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;nenhum sono &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;        sem sonhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;de amor - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;           quer esteja eu louco ou frio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;obcecado por anjos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;           ou por máquinas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o último desejo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;          é o amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- não pode ser amargo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;         não pode ser negado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;não pode ser contido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;           quando negado: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o peso é demasiado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;          - deve dar-se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;sem nada de volta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;         assim como o pensamento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;é dado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;         na solidão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;em toda a excelência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;         do seu excesso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Os corpos quentes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;          brilham juntos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;na escuridão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;          a mão se move &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;para o centro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;        da carne, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a pele treme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;          na felicidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;e a alma sobe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;         feliz até o olho - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;sim, sim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;           é isso que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;eu queria, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;          eu sempre quis, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;eu sempre quis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;         voltar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ao corpo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;         em que nasci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3913694005925882047-4506302525363512977?l=bobchenowith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TPMuDrLWqSI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/hxyNv6vfKuo/s320/leslie-nielsen-480x336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544826206888044834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;O ator não resistiu após 12 dias com pneumonia e faleceu na manhã deste domingo,28 de novembro de 2010.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leslie Nielsen era conhecido por papéis cômicos em filmes como:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Corra que a polícia vem aí&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Todo mundo em pânico 3 e 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Apertem os cintos, o piloto sumiu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Mr.Magoo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Drácula, morto mas feliz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Super-herói : o filme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;-2001:um maluco solto no espaço....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;entre outros.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;O cinema fica mais triste...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porém, realmente 84 anosjá tava meio gasto né?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Já dava pra cantar pra subir...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vá em paz!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3913694005925882047-6331530859707393553?l=bobchenowith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/feeds/6331530859707393553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2010/11/aos-84-anosmorre-leslie-nielsen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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gd:etag='W/&quot;A0MAR3s7fyp7ImA9Wx9XGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913694005925882047.post-1905128618522952526</id><published>2010-11-29T01:38:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T05:17:26.507-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-14T05:17:26.507-02:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title>O Que Eu Não Esqueço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TPMgYwkhT-I/AAAAAAAAA4I/MiK0inZQ6Jk/s1600/IMG_0423aa_cam_curves_log.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TPMgYwkhT-I/AAAAAAAAA4I/MiK0inZQ6Jk/s320/IMG_0423aa_cam_curves_log.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544811175950241762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou deitada no tapete da sala&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Billy Idol irrita meus ouvidos no rádio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tudo gira, tá tudo uma bagunça&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só lembro de estar dizendo: "Vai,vai vai!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enquanto tento levantar o sol invade cada canto através das janelas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Pegue o que é seu, faça o seu jogo sem mim!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenho flashs da noite passada enquanto me apóio no sofá&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's all over now, baby blue...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É outra música, outro dia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A porta ainda está entre-aberta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aos poucos vou me lembrando do que aconteceu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E a melodia começa a fazer sentido.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os arranhões, as garrafas jogadas no chão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seus olhos marejados e as marcas das minhas botas nos lençóis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu lembro de tudo e não quero voltar atrás&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E você nunca mais verá sua cueca que ficou sob a mesa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3913694005925882047-1905128618522952526?l=bobchenowith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/feeds/1905128618522952526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-que-eu-nao-esqueco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3913694005925882047/posts/default/1905128618522952526?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3913694005925882047/posts/default/1905128618522952526?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-que-eu-nao-esqueco.html' title='O Que Eu Não Esqueço'/><author><name>Bob Chenowith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323759070036871142</uri><email>vodkaechocolate@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14025698597141408147'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TPMgYwkhT-I/AAAAAAAAA4I/MiK0inZQ6Jk/s72-c/IMG_0423aa_cam_curves_log.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0MDQn45fip7ImA9Wx9XGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913694005925882047.post-1202920472446400634</id><published>2010-11-27T22:13:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T05:17:53.026-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-14T05:17:53.026-02:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inutilidades'/><title>Vista-se de acordo com seu humor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TPGe45G0pDI/AAAAAAAAA34/pA7VywEPEaI/s1600/OgAAADiok0F5dEm95pbCN5ePnFn5q0SMgLh9ZoT4yR-3SD4KqnVAPXoJ_NHcK0H3_QZof-hrVqhNxXui-jiSAYUZ4GoAm1T1UMUxKfSM-otKoH2DJTCuFcRZqvJl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TPGe45G0pDI/AAAAAAAAA34/pA7VywEPEaI/s320/OgAAADiok0F5dEm95pbCN5ePnFn5q0SMgLh9ZoT4yR-3SD4KqnVAPXoJ_NHcK0H3_QZof-hrVqhNxXui-jiSAYUZ4GoAm1T1UMUxKfSM-otKoH2DJTCuFcRZqvJl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544387316509090866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aplicativozinho besta que instrui como você deve se vestir...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ojogos.com.br/jogo/Outfits-Today-What-to-Wear-Today.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ojogos.com.br/jogo/Outfits-Today-What-to-Wear-Today.html"&gt;http://www.ojogos.com.br/jogo/Outfits-Today-What-to-Wear-Today.html&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/3913694005925882047-1202920472446400634?l=bobchenowith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/feeds/1202920472446400634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2010/11/vista-se-de-acordo-com-seu-humor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3913694005925882047/posts/default/1202920472446400634?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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gd:etag='W/&quot;A0MMSH8ycSp7ImA9Wx9XGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913694005925882047.post-5395945207317750904</id><published>2010-11-27T17:08:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T05:18:09.199-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-14T05:18:09.199-02:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notícias'/><title>Carnaval fora de época...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TPFZRPLjBwI/AAAAAAAAA3s/ecjPxUURcgI/s1600/parada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TPFZRPLjBwI/AAAAAAAAA3s/ecjPxUURcgI/s320/parada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544310768937404162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sei que muita gente não vai gostar do que direi aqui e muita gente não vai concordar, mas basta pensar um pouquinho pra ver que tenho razão em pelo menos boa parte do que digo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pra começar: não estou falando de algo desconhecido pra mim, já participei da parada livre de POA e tenho conhecimento de causa.Inclusive por algumas vezes participei porque militava em movimento LGBT na minha época de militante secundarista.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ao que interessa então: eu sou CONTRA a parada livre.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em todos aspectos, sim!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não acredito que travestis, caras bombados e gays afeminados me representem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nada contra a diversidade,porém esse é o foco que a mídia pelo menos dá nesse tipo de evento.E não se faz nada para mudar isso.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas seria muito mais interessante se houvesse toda essa diversidade sim e mais uma conscientização política...esse não seria o foco?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque o conceito de  parada livre foi criado para isso, para a luta dos direitos contra a homofobia e igualdade social.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E o que se tornou? Um carnaval fora de época onde as pessoas vão só pra fazer festa,bagunça e se expor.Seria isso uma espécie de orgulho gay?Provavelmente.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entretanto, para se ter orgulho deve-se  ter consciência, saber o porque desse orgulho.Orgulho por orgulho é apenas necessidade de exibicionismo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não acho que milhares de pessoas dando volta no parque fazendo festa 1 vez por ano vá mudar alguma coisa...Então tento esquecer o lado político, fazer de conta que é só mais 1 festa gay como qualquer outra...O que dizer sobre isso?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não é o tipo de festa que eu gosto, pra não dizer outras coisas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Resumindo: sobra purpurina onde deveria ter consciência política.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok, sigamos atrás de 1 trio batendo cabelo enquanto milhares de gays morrem ao ano por puro preconceito e ninguém faz nada.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Digno de palmas não?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S: Digo isso referente á parada livre de POA porque além dessa só conheço algumas do interior do RS e sei que não é muito diferente, porém no resto do mundo não quero generalizar, apesar de duvidar que seja muito diferente.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3913694005925882047-5395945207317750904?l=bobchenowith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/feeds/5395945207317750904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2010/11/carnaval-fora-de-epoca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3913694005925882047/posts/default/5395945207317750904?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3913694005925882047/posts/default/5395945207317750904?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2010/11/carnaval-fora-de-epoca.html' title='Carnaval fora de época...'/><author><name>Bob Chenowith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323759070036871142</uri><email>vodkaechocolate@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14025698597141408147'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TPFZRPLjBwI/AAAAAAAAA3s/ecjPxUURcgI/s72-c/parada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0IESXc-cSp7ImA9Wx9XGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913694005925882047.post-445318511638095189</id><published>2010-11-22T23:32:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T05:18:28.959-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-14T05:18:28.959-02:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inutilidades'/><title>Coisas bobagentas da internet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TOsZ_WgDJ4I/AAAAAAAAA2w/i1Z7BmiSdhE/s1600/matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TOsZ_WgDJ4I/AAAAAAAAA2w/i1Z7BmiSdhE/s320/matt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542552342571984770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/9418/ilusao2wr1.swf"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/9418/ilusao2wr1.swf"&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/9418/ilusao2wr1.swf&lt;/b&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/3913694005925882047-445318511638095189?l=bobchenowith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/feeds/445318511638095189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2010/11/coisas-bobagentas-da-internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3913694005925882047/posts/default/445318511638095189?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3913694005925882047/posts/default/445318511638095189?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobchenowith.blogspot.com/2010/11/coisas-bobagentas-da-internet.html' title='Coisas bobagentas da internet...'/><author><name>Bob Chenowith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323759070036871142</uri><email>vodkaechocolate@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14025698597141408147'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TOsZ_WgDJ4I/AAAAAAAAA2w/i1Z7BmiSdhE/s72-c/matt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0IHSHwzfip7ImA9Wx9XGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913694005925882047.post-8551299457333708468</id><published>2010-11-22T10:57:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T05:18:59.286-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-14T05:18:59.286-02:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notícias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inutilidades'/><title>Meu ano de mudanças segundo a Aparecida Liberato...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TOpo60IWNVI/AAAAAAAAA2o/pBce7BeOmpI/s1600/DSC03106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVtd8SFV738/TOpo60IWNVI/AAAAAAAAA2o/pBce7BeOmpI/s320/DSC03106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542357651068171602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 17px;font-family:Verdana,'BitStream vera Sans',Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 17px;font-family:Verdana,'BitStream vera Sans',Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 17px;font-family:Verdana,'BitStream vera Sans',Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); 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O algarismo 1 significa o começo de um novo ciclo. Se você andou planejando algumas mudanças é a hora de fazer. Mas, tenha cautela e seja paciente, por volta do segundo semestre saberá para onde está indo. Deixe a preguiça de lado e é hora de AGIR! 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