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font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Eu sei também muitas coisas, mas preferia apenas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ser&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Acho que é  fruto da época que se aproxima, a vida, o tempo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sei lá. não sei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Saber é preciso?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sxw2vtgnLUI/AAAAAAAADL0/nIsyZoMEG-I/s1600-h/Arvore+de+cristal+Murano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sxw2vtgnLUI/AAAAAAAADL0/nIsyZoMEG-I/s400/Arvore+de+cristal+Murano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412261045490625858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-5281570107134736563?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/5281570107134736563/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/12/divagando.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/5281570107134736563?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/5281570107134736563?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/IvYk4isuO20/divagando.html" title="Divagando..." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SxLmfHzuXEI/AAAAAAAADLE/KMC964Qi6EA/s72-c/Escolhas.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/12/divagando.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUECQHk9fip7ImA9WxNaFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-3590558649645907942</id><published>2009-11-30T00:27:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:27:41.766-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-30T21:27:41.766-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="irmão" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="irmã" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gemeos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="família" /><title>Irmãos Gêmeos</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SxL1rNXQJeI/AAAAAAAADLU/u2IRS4mt3P0/s1600/gemeos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SxL1rNXQJeI/AAAAAAAADLU/u2IRS4mt3P0/s400/gemeos1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409656225095755234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gravidez gemelar é aquela que apresenta dois ou mais                 fetos numa gravidez, simultaneamente.&lt;br /&gt;          Quando dois ou mais folículos crescem até à fase                 de ovulação e são fecundados, os zigotos                 resultantes darão origem a gêmeos dizigoticos ou                 fraternos que podem não apresentar semelhanças                 entre si. Sendo dois óvulos, dando origem a dois fetos,                 podendo ser ou não do mesmo sexo, temos ao nascer duas                 bolsas e duas placentas, algumas vezes com fusão                 de placentas mas que originalmente são                 duas, distintas.               Quando um                   folículo cresce até à ovulação, é fecundado                 e se divide em dois, dará origem aos gêmeos monozigoticos                 (são originados de um único ovo simples que se                 divide em dois outros distintos, individuais) , são os                 gêmeos idênticos, do mesmo sexo."  &lt;a href="http://www.bebevirtual.com/Gravidez-43.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gravidez                   gemelar dupla é mais comum com freqüência                 de 1/80, chegando a 1/512.000 no caso de gravidez quádrupla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SxL0RU8I4pI/AAAAAAAADLM/TCBuwD4VfWU/s1600/gemeos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SxL0RU8I4pI/AAAAAAAADLM/TCBuwD4VfWU/s400/gemeos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409654680941290130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imagem da Net - AD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A possibilidade de acontecer já não é das maiores: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"os caras"&lt;/span&gt; aparecem na vida da gente sem mais nem menos, afinal gêmeos são. Só que até aí  você achava que tinha acertado na loteria por ter nascido primeiro, por ser a primogênita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ledo engano: gêmeos  DEPOIS de você são para sempre &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mais dois &lt;/span&gt;- enquanto você era UMA só... e por mais que você tente, nunca conseguirá ser 2. E nem ter seu lugar de volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem que fazer e acontecer para se manter.  E os "dois " tem que mostrar muito bem a que vieram, com certeza.  Não é ruim ter uma dupla de irmãos para dividir  e brincar com você - se eles só quisessem brincar... rs rs rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho irmãos gêmeos que nasceram exatamente 15 meses depois de mim: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um  casal&lt;/span&gt;!   E eles fazem aniversário hoje ! Vamos celebrar juntos : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parabéns HJ &amp;amp; MI ! Feliz Aniversário !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aqui fica a pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Você já pensou como seria dividir a sua "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feliz-vida-primogênita&lt;/span&gt;"  com &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dois &lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo vai passando, o ano acabando, e a vida continua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-3590558649645907942?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/3590558649645907942/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/11/irmaos-gemeos.html#comment-form" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/3590558649645907942?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/3590558649645907942?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/l6YJ7jJ30Bk/irmaos-gemeos.html" title="Irmãos Gêmeos" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SxL1rNXQJeI/AAAAAAAADLU/u2IRS4mt3P0/s72-c/gemeos1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/11/irmaos-gemeos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUGQXk9fip7ImA9WxNaEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-8155020519447291379</id><published>2009-11-23T00:12:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T00:30:20.766-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-25T00:30:20.766-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tempo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alegria" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="natal" /><title>Agora é tempo...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SwmY47YvTOI/AAAAAAAADKs/TH4JSU9FWrE/s1600/000x81t7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SwmY47YvTOI/AAAAAAAADKs/TH4JSU9FWrE/s400/000x81t7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407020931416542434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é tempo de:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- fantasiar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- criar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- imaginar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora começa o tempo da magia, dos planos, da ilusão, da alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora começa o tempo: tempo normal? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SwmcTRQq_yI/AAAAAAAADK0/sM6A0OlApxs/s1600/fsacoladenatal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SwmcTRQq_yI/AAAAAAAADK0/sM6A0OlApxs/s400/fsacoladenatal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407024682499768098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Agora é tempo dela: &lt;a href="http://www.jardimdeflores.com.br/floresefolhas/A30poinsettia.htm"&gt;Poisenttia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora começa o tempo de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natal&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é hora de ir lá, procurar, pechinchar, comprar, dar, receber, rezar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é tempo de doar, trocar, ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é tempo de viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é sempre.  É tempo de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ser&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Eu sei que tem muito de comércio / mídia nesse tempo. Eu sei. Mas a gente tem que tentar, e procurar ser e fazer - apesar disso -  um tempo feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-8155020519447291379?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/8155020519447291379/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/11/agora-e-tempo.html#comment-form" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/8155020519447291379?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/8155020519447291379?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/FCxo4Xt9iDI/agora-e-tempo.html" title="Agora é tempo..." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SwmY47YvTOI/AAAAAAAADKs/TH4JSU9FWrE/s72-c/000x81t7.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/11/agora-e-tempo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8AQXc7eyp7ImA9WxNbE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-1013863589598537156</id><published>2009-11-16T00:34:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:34:00.903-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-16T00:34:00.903-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><title>Divagando...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SwB_8tw97uI/AAAAAAAADJ0/1-NBqKrnZN0/s1600-h/shut_up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 357px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SwB_8tw97uI/AAAAAAAADJ0/1-NBqKrnZN0/s400/shut_up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404460233898454754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A língua é uma razão humana que tem suas razões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e que o homem não conhece."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Lévi-Strauss - 1908 / 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tem tempo, dia, momento - que a gente prefere não falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-1013863589598537156?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/1013863589598537156/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/11/divagando.html#comment-form" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/1013863589598537156?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/1013863589598537156?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/PySNJqOslLQ/divagando.html" title="Divagando..." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SwB_8tw97uI/AAAAAAAADJ0/1-NBqKrnZN0/s72-c/shut_up.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/11/divagando.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8CQX04cSp7ImA9WxNUF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-5651540772206490500</id><published>2009-11-09T00:31:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:31:00.339-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-09T00:31:00.339-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogagem coletiva" /><title>Poesia...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Svc_xxj4-cI/AAAAAAAADJs/2oX8Ki0fyH0/s1600-h/lovers+h4z2741-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Svc_xxj4-cI/AAAAAAAADJs/2oX8Ki0fyH0/s400/lovers+h4z2741-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401856402404211138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.free-foto-animation-digital-images.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;image&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;"É assim que te quero, amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;assim, amor, é que eu gosto de ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;tal como te vestes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;e como arranjas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;os cabelos e como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;a tua boca sorri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;ágil como a água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;da fonte sobre as pedras puras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;é assim que te quero, amada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;Ao pão não peço que me ensine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;mas antes que não me falte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;em cada dia que passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;Da luz nada sei, nem donde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;vem nem para onde vai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;apenas quero que a luz alumie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;e também não peço à noite explicações,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;espero-a e envolve-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;e assim tu pão e luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;e sombra és.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;Chegastes à minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;com o que trazias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;feita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;de luz e pão e sombra,&lt;br /&gt;eu te esperava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;e é assim que preciso de ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;assim que te amo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;e os que amanhã quiserem ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;o que não lhes direi, que o leiam aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;e retrocedam hoje porque é cedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;para tais argumentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;Amanhã dar-lhes-emos apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;uma folha da árvore do nosso amor, uma folha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;que há-de cair sobre a terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;como se a tivessem produzido os nosso lábios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;como um beijo caído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;das nossas alturas invencíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;para mostrar o fogo e a ternura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;de um amor verdadeiro.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pablo Neruda * 1903 - 1973)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto muito destes versos  porisso os escolhi para participar da blogagem coletiva&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Abre Aspas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; chamada pela querida amiga &lt;a href="http://teoriasimpossiveis.wordpress.com"&gt;Lunna&lt;/a&gt;. Nunca é demais falar, ler, conhecer da poesia, pelo menos para mim, e essa blogagem é uma ótima oportunidade para tal.  Os participantes vocês encontram &lt;a href="http://teoriasimpossiveis.wordpress.com"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;  , vale conferir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveito para desejar a todos uma ótima semana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-5651540772206490500?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/5651540772206490500/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/11/poesia.html#comment-form" title="22 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/5651540772206490500?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/5651540772206490500?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/uSKm6PcFdmQ/poesia.html" title="Poesia..." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Svc_xxj4-cI/AAAAAAAADJs/2oX8Ki0fyH0/s72-c/lovers+h4z2741-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">22</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/11/poesia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04EQXo_eip7ImA9WxNUEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-1153974783490315070</id><published>2009-11-02T00:45:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:45:00.442-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-02T00:45:00.442-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="viver" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sucesso" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crer" /><title>Sucesso!</title><content type="html">&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/3580/400/Curva%20do%20Sucesso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Amigos: que tal começar a semana no maior bom humor? (&lt;em&gt;e pensar sobre o assunto também, nunca é demais...)&lt;/em&gt; Vivemos uma dura, nua e crua realidade... mas com bom humor a gente chega lá mais facilmente. Certamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; E rir ainda é o melhor remédio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nossos pensamentos são nossas realizações: tem que querer, tem que acreditar, tem que tentar. Digam-me sinceramente se tem coisa pior do que ficar naquela dúvida: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"como teria sido se eu tivesse ido ou feito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sem chance (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;na minha opinião, deixo claro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: acho que o negócio é encarar... o que vier a gente resolve, empurra com a barriga, antecipa, parcela, empresta, pede conselho, adia, contorna, mas faz. E se não der certo, a gente vai lá e tenta novamente, combinado? Isso é viver. Um dia após o outro. E não é assim a vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a todos uma linda semana, sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS: Imagem da Net.(AD)&lt;/span&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/32720546-1153974783490315070?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/1153974783490315070/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/11/sucesso.html#comment-form" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/1153974783490315070?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/1153974783490315070?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/Mq_tsWUT6kQ/sucesso.html" title="Sucesso!" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/11/sucesso.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUHSH06eyp7ImA9WxNVFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-6298302229057958123</id><published>2009-10-26T00:24:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:30:39.313-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-26T00:30:39.313-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="precisão" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Clarice Lispector" /><title>Precisão</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/_8W60QJnKSLs/SuTo9fVaDaI/AAAAAAAADIs/ArpIg8mNbZg/s1600-h/Isla+de+Pascua-+Chile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SuTo9fVaDaI/AAAAAAAADIs/ArpIg8mNbZg/s400/Isla+de+Pascua-+Chile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396694396577648034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"O que me tranquiliza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;é que tudo o que existe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;existe com uma precisão absoluta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;O que for do tamanho de uma cabeça de alfinete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;não transborda nem uma fração de milímetro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;além do tamanho de uma cabeça de alfinete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Tudo o que existe é de uma grande exatidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Pena é que a maior parte do que existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;com essa exatidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nos é tecnicamente invisível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;O bom é que a verdade chega a nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;como um sentido secreto das coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Nós terminamos adivinhando, confusos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;a perfeição."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Clarice Lispector)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Versos de Clarice são sempre precisos, indispensáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me tranquiliza é saber que o momento chega - nunca antes , nunca depois : chega na hora precisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me mobiliza é a certeza interior , é sentir, ver e viver os momentos que são  precisos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me realiza é sentir que a espera terminou, é saber que meu momento chegou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(quando acreditava nada mais porvir...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um novo projeto de trabalho a me completar - e era tudo que eu queria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá vou eu: realizar, participar, crescer, viver... eu vou sim, eu sou assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mergulho de cabeça,  mergulho &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;preciso&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-6298302229057958123?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/6298302229057958123/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/10/precisao.html#comment-form" title="17 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/6298302229057958123?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/6298302229057958123?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/oqoSOmWZf4I/precisao.html" title="Precisão" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SuTo9fVaDaI/AAAAAAAADIs/ArpIg8mNbZg/s72-c/Isla+de+Pascua-+Chile.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/10/precisao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYGQXo-fyp7ImA9WxNWGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-3092653556166563078</id><published>2009-10-19T00:42:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:42:00.457-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-19T00:42:00.457-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sonhos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="literatura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faulkner" /><title>Divagando...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SfIJKcdz3EI/AAAAAAAADCc/sCGsmTskuUA/s1600-h/Child.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SfIJKcdz3EI/AAAAAAAADCc/sCGsmTskuUA/s400/Child.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328331384177286210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A sabedoria suprema é ter sonhos bastante grandes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; para não se perderem de vista enquanto os perseguimos."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;WilliamFaulkner (1897 - 1962)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindo isso, não?  Faulkner está no topo da minha lista de grandes escritores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"A literatura de Faulkner se caracteriza por uma escrita complexa, com longos parágrafos aninhando longos períodos com pontuação irregular, esparsa, senão inexistente, intercalados não raras vezes por parênteses e travessões que acolhem outros longos períodos. Essa maneira de escrever, típica do chamado "fluxo de consciência" (do inglês stream of consciousness), inaugurada por Proust e refinada por Joyce, Wolff e outros escritores identificados com o  Modernismo&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;exige do leitor profunda cumplicidade e aguda capacidade de concentração. Por isso, aconselha-se que o primeiro contato com sua obra deva ser feito através de seus contos ou de romances mais acessíveis, como "Santuário" e, de certa forma, "Os Desgarrados".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Um                         dos principais temas de Faulkner é que o homem está                         condenado a ser homem: nos esforços do homem moderno,                         para colocar toda sorte de novas invenções e de mecânicas                         entre ele e a terra, reside a causa profunda de sua angústia.                         Tentando desprender-se do velho, do passado, o ser                         humano tenta renegar a própria natureza. O destino                         fatal do homem, como toda a literatura ocidental o                         disse, pode eventualmente tornar-se a sua glória.                         Nenhum outro escritor americano moderno o afirmou com                         tanta força. É o que ajuda a compreender a grandeza de                         Faulkner." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://virtualbooks.terra.com.br/artigos/WILLIAM_FAULKNER.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(fonte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faulkner foi um escritor tipicamente "norte americano", um dos melhores com certeza. Foi Prêmio Nobel de Literatura em 1949 e também ganhou dois prêmios Pultizer - um em 1955 e outro em 1962 (prêmio póstumo). Pena ter sido tão pouco divulgado e/ou traduzido por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-3092653556166563078?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/3092653556166563078/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/10/divagando.html#comment-form" title="21 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/3092653556166563078?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/3092653556166563078?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/AR_l9QphbfA/divagando.html" title="Divagando..." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SfIJKcdz3EI/AAAAAAAADCc/sCGsmTskuUA/s72-c/Child.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">21</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/10/divagando.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEACQX4-cSp7ImA9WxNWE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-5496311181183786829</id><published>2009-10-12T00:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:06:00.059-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-12T00:06:00.059-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="novidades" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crianças" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="neto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="neta" /><title>Ser criança.</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/StKBDOE5-OI/AAAAAAAADIU/jRRZW5Q3Yb4/s1600-h/9children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/StKBDOE5-OI/AAAAAAAADIU/jRRZW5Q3Yb4/s400/9children.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391513596234168546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser criança é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sentir medo e  ter vontade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- é olhar o outro e não ver a idade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Brincar na rua ou na lama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- é dizer sinceramente que ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rolar na grama, partir para a vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- é não se importar com o tempo da corrida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Procurar pelo abraço,  dentro do laço,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- e sentir-se totalmente protegida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ser criança é viver sonho &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(fora)&lt;/span&gt; da realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nesta vida doída, nunca perdida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Criança... acredita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Criança faz a gente creditar: a vida é bonita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/StKBTrcVpKI/AAAAAAAADIc/g8fI15579LA/s1600-h/17th+weeksW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/StKBTrcVpKI/AAAAAAAADIc/g8fI15579LA/s400/17th+weeksW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391513878994986146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E a vida é bonita mesmo, não? A prova está na foto aí acima: mais uma criança na minha vida. Mais um netinho(a)!!!  Breve saberemos se é &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELE &lt;/span&gt;ou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELA &lt;/span&gt;- o importante é que já está a caminho! E é isso que interessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como as crianças, deveríamos sempre acreditar que vale viver.  Simples assim, certo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom mesmo é o SER. Criança... que combina com beijo, abraço, carinho, colinho, chamego, sossego, soninho, charminho, lindinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-5496311181183786829?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/5496311181183786829/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/10/ser-crianca.html#comment-form" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/5496311181183786829?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/5496311181183786829?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/XV1nBziGRks/ser-crianca.html" title="Ser criança." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/StKBDOE5-OI/AAAAAAAADIU/jRRZW5Q3Yb4/s72-c/9children.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/10/ser-crianca.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQAR3k9fCp7ImA9WxNXF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-4006134260234597565</id><published>2009-10-05T00:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:39:06.764-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-05T19:39:06.764-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rio de Janeiro" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sol" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sal" /><title>Sal, Sol, Rio...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Ssjvnjs6ibI/AAAAAAAADH0/IQYyzbgTaNs/s1600-h/Dead+Sea5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Ssjvnjs6ibI/AAAAAAAADH0/IQYyzbgTaNs/s400/Dead+Sea5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388820417026361778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar Morto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(photo Net)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O assunto anda fervilhando nas manchetes, pautas e conversas  país afora: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pré-sal - &lt;/span&gt;que em resumo é &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"uma faixa que se estende ao longo de 800 quilômetros entre os Estados do Espírito Santo e Santa Catarina, abaixo do leito do mar, e engloba três bacias sedimentares (Espírito Santo, Campos e Santos). O petróleo encontrado nesta área está a profundidades que superam os 7 mil metros, abaixo de uma extensa camada de sal que, segundo geólogos, conservam a qualidade do petróleo." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, como essa não é a minha "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;praia&lt;/span&gt;" vou falar do outro lado do sal:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; o sal grosso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejamos se você sabia que:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:Verdana;  panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-1593833729 1073750107 16 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:595.3pt 841.9pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"O &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sal grosso &lt;/span&gt;é considerado um potente purificador de ambientes. Povos distintos usam o sal para combater o mau-olhado e deixar a casa a salvo de energias nefastas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;O &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sal &lt;/span&gt;é um cristal e por isso emite ondas eletromagnéticas que podem ser medidas pelos radiestesistas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; Ele tem o mesmo cumprimento de onda da cor violeta, capaz de neutralizar os campos eletromagnéticos negativos. Visto do microscópio o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sal &lt;/span&gt;bruto revela que é um cristal, formado por pequenos quadrados ou cubos achatados.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;As energias densas costumam se concentrar nos cantos da casa. Ao colocar um copo de água com &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sal grosso&lt;/span&gt; ou sal de cozinha se equilibra essas forças deixando a casa mais leve.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Banho de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sal grosso&lt;/span&gt; e o antigo escalda-pés (mergulhar os pés em salmoura bem quente) têm o poder de neutralizar a eletricidade do corpo. Para quem mora longe da praia é um ótimo jeito de relaxar e renovar as energias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sal &lt;/span&gt;já foi considerado o ouro branco (salmoura para conservar alimentos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nunca é demais lembrar que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salário &lt;/span&gt;deriva de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sal&lt;/span&gt;... (e isso já é outro assunto...rs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SskSwP8cgpI/AAAAAAAADH8/IZQ2CQTVGiE/s1600-h/Por+do+Sol+-+Claudinha+T-+Rio+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SskSwP8cgpI/AAAAAAAADH8/IZQ2CQTVGiE/s400/Por+do+Sol+-+Claudinha+T-+Rio+06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388859049248588434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Google photo - AD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os povos ao longo do tempo, foram desenvolvendo lendas / superstições em torno do uso do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sal&lt;/span&gt;, tais como:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uma pitada de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sal &lt;/span&gt;sobre os ombros afasta a inveja,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; Para espantar o mau-olhado ou evitar visitas indesejáveis, caboclos costumavam colocar uma fileira de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sal &lt;/span&gt;na soleira da porta ou um copo de salmoura do lado esquerdo da entrada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; A mistura de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sal &lt;/span&gt;com água ou álcool absorve tudo de ruim que está no ar, ajuda a purificar e impede que a inveja, o mau-olhado e outros sentimentos inferiores entrem na casa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Tomar banho de água salgada com bicarbonato de sódio descarrega as energias ruins e é relaxante.  O único cuidado é não molhar a cabeça, pois é aí que mora o nosso espírito e ele não deve ser neutralizado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; Na tradição africana, quando alguém se muda, as primeiras coisas a entrar na casa são: um copo de água e outro com &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sal&lt;/span&gt;. Usam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sal &lt;/span&gt;marinho seco, num pires branco atrás da porta para puxar a energia negativa de quem entra. Também tomam banho com água salgada com ervas para renovar a energia interna e a vontade de viver,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No Japão, o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sal &lt;/span&gt;é considerado poderoso purificar. Os japoneses mais tradicionais jogam sal todos os dias na soleira das portas e sempre que uma visita mal vinda vai embora. Símbolo de lealdade na luta de sumô. Os campeões jogam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sal &lt;/span&gt;no ringue para que a luta transcorra com lealdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; E acreditar ou não depende de cada um, mas não faz mal algum tentar, com certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E como o assunto é &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sal, &lt;/span&gt;me fez lembrar sol , que me lembra Rio - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rio 2016 &lt;/span&gt;! Eu não estava na torcida (assumo!) mas é difícil resistir a tanto &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;azul&lt;/span&gt;.  Agora vou torcer para dar tudo certo  - afinal,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;esse meu lado "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;carioca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" vai sempre existir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SskewSyIz5I/AAAAAAAADIM/BC_uESFvM9s/s1600-h/rio2016_459700970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SskewSyIz5I/AAAAAAAADIM/BC_uESFvM9s/s400/rio2016_459700970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388872244150194066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;É Rio... só Rio, sou Rio, sorRio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-4006134260234597565?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/4006134260234597565/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/10/sal-sol-rio.html#comment-form" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/4006134260234597565?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/4006134260234597565?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/vNlE-drE4Lk/sal-sol-rio.html" title="Sal, Sol, Rio..." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Ssjvnjs6ibI/AAAAAAAADH0/IQYyzbgTaNs/s72-c/Dead+Sea5.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/10/sal-sol-rio.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMCRnw-fyp7ImA9WxNXEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-862711141426351499</id><published>2009-09-28T00:09:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:54:27.257-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-29T15:54:27.257-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="William Davis" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="caráter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reputação" /><title>Pra pensar</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SsCf3e8GAQI/AAAAAAAADHs/vCxRmh9MGSs/s1600-h/Ducks+by+Tina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SsCf3e8GAQI/AAAAAAAADHs/vCxRmh9MGSs/s400/Ducks+by+Tina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386480929881850114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"As circunstâncias entre as quais você vive determinam sua &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reputação&lt;/span&gt;; a  verdade em que você acredita determina seu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caráter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reputação &lt;/span&gt;é o que acham que você é; o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caráter &lt;/span&gt;é o que você realmente é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reputação &lt;/span&gt;é o que você tem quando chega a uma comunidade nova; o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caráter &lt;/span&gt;é o que você tem quando vai embora....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reputação &lt;/span&gt;é feita em um momento; o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caráter &lt;/span&gt;é construído em uma vida inteira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reputação &lt;/span&gt;torna você rico ou pobre; o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caráter &lt;/span&gt;torna você feliz ou infeliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reputação &lt;/span&gt;é o que os homens dizem de você junto à sua sepultura; o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caráter &lt;/span&gt;é o que os anjos dizem de você diante de Deus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(William Davis - 1877 - 1930)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta citação é uma das minhas favoritas. Sempre é tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-862711141426351499?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/862711141426351499/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/09/pra-pensar.html#comment-form" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/862711141426351499?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/862711141426351499?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/EOGYUDXTp3Q/pra-pensar.html" title="Pra pensar" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SsCf3e8GAQI/AAAAAAAADHs/vCxRmh9MGSs/s72-c/Ducks+by+Tina.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/09/pra-pensar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYGSHo9fip7ImA9WxNXEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-1454189241086795181</id><published>2009-09-20T17:13:00.021-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:42:09.466-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-26T21:42:09.466-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vida" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="setembro" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="neto" /><title>7  dias contados</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SraD_vM2kkI/AAAAAAAADHU/wGF-o2ngcpU/s1600-h/num7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SraD_vM2kkI/AAAAAAAADHU/wGF-o2ngcpU/s400/num7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383635535593378370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se eu fosse discursar sobre o número &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;eu diria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- 7&lt;/span&gt; são os pecados capitais,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- 7 &lt;/span&gt;são as maravilhas do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- 7 &lt;/span&gt;são as vidas do gato,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- 7 &lt;/span&gt;são os dias da semana,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melhor dizendo &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(e/ou decompondo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 7 &lt;/span&gt;dias são =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 168 horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 10.080 minutos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 604.800 segundos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E eu poderia continuar a reduzir esse número até perder de vista: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;dias, por exemplo, significam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1,9%&lt;/span&gt; de um ano inteiro de nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu só vou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;contar &lt;/span&gt;sobre &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;dias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida particularmente, estes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;dias - horas - minutos - num espaço de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;anos fizeram toda a diferença.  Como é muito tempo, vamos reduzir tudo e contar apenas entre &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2004 e 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De novo vou relevar os anos  que se foram e ficar com apenas com a semana de&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; 19 a 25 de setembro&lt;/span&gt;. Só isto me basta. Esta semana marcou para sempre, independente do tempo decorrido entre um acontecimento e outro: tudo aconteceu na mesma semana : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;19 a 25 de setembro.&lt;/span&gt; Tudo em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;dias. Contados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não entenderam nada?  Eu explico, relembro. E sinto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O ano era 2004 - em meio de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;setembro &lt;/span&gt;(e o dia era &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;) :   meu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pai &lt;/span&gt;tão querido, se vai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de novo um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;setembro&lt;/span&gt;, 4 anos depois (e o dia era &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;) :  levou minha &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mãe &lt;/span&gt;também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles se foram e me deixaram por aqui a pensar : o que será de mim quando outro &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;setembro &lt;/span&gt;chegar? Que fazer? Apagar setembro do ano calendário ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu achava que não teria mais motivo para celebrar , mas um novo  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;setembro estava a caminho e &lt;/span&gt;chegou para ficar e marcar minha vida com toda a luz, a alegria das flores da primavera e a das folhas de outono que precedem o inverno (no hemisfério Norte - que tanto gosto.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;semana  19 - 25 de setembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; será sempre um grande marco em minha vida, com certeza. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;dias para não esquecer. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;dias. Vamos em frente,  há vida pela frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E em&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25 de setembro &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nasceu meu neto,&lt;/span&gt; vida da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;.  E me trouxe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;vida &lt;/span&gt;de novo. E nesta sexta-feira, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dia 25 de setembro &lt;/span&gt;ele faz &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;aninhos. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Setembro é lindo&lt;/span&gt;!!!  E parece que foi ontem,  não? (rs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sra433BDjFI/AAAAAAAADHc/cX02RsyHJ34/s1600-h/Summer+time1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sra433BDjFI/AAAAAAAADHc/cX02RsyHJ34/s400/Summer+time1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383693674368699474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Feliz Aniversário meu pequeno Príncipe!  Te amo muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Setembro &lt;/span&gt;é alegria. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Setembro &lt;/span&gt;é sonho, é futuro. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Setembro &lt;/span&gt;é viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Setembro é você  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gregory &lt;/span&gt;=  "lindinho da vovó"! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tem como não lembrar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;setembro&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; No fim &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TUDO &lt;/span&gt;dá certo. F. Sabino tinha razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda primavera a todos é o meu desejo. A minha com certeza será.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;beijos e boa semana,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-1454189241086795181?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/1454189241086795181/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/09/7-dias.html#comment-form" title="22 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/1454189241086795181?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/1454189241086795181?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/zAGGQe6-pX0/7-dias.html" title="7  dias contados" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SraD_vM2kkI/AAAAAAAADHU/wGF-o2ngcpU/s72-c/num7.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">22</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/09/7-dias.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUCQXk7eCp7ImA9WxNRGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-5813766271200777431</id><published>2009-09-14T00:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:01:00.700-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-14T00:01:00.700-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moral" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ética" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="virtude" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="política" /><title>Questões</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sq2GHtwJhDI/AAAAAAAADGs/6U1Z7J6q4r0/s1600-h/Beging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sq2GHtwJhDI/AAAAAAAADGs/6U1Z7J6q4r0/s400/Beging.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381104596876362802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"O homem que aspira à perfeição moral se ocupa da virtude;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o homem não comprometido com os valores morais,&lt;br /&gt;pensa apenas em sua acomodação na terra.&lt;br /&gt;O homem ético pensa apenas nos deveres e sanções;&lt;br /&gt;o homem sem ética pensa apenas em seus direitos e benefícios."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confúcio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Esses são definitivamente  "artigos" em falta no meio político nacional.  Quanto tempo ainda teremos que aguentar ? Até quando suportaremos ? Entra ano, sai ano, entra governo, muda governo e tudo  continua na mesma - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more of the same&lt;/span&gt; - deveria ser o lema do congresso nacional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Questões sem resposta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;* Imagem da Net, desconheço autoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-5813766271200777431?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/5813766271200777431/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/09/questoes.html#comment-form" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/5813766271200777431?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/5813766271200777431?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/NadRqtox7FE/questoes.html" title="Questões" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sq2GHtwJhDI/AAAAAAAADGs/6U1Z7J6q4r0/s72-c/Beging.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/09/questoes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEEQH4_fCp7ImA9WxNRE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-8478300170104923654</id><published>2009-09-07T02:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:46:41.044-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-07T19:46:41.044-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vida" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fernando Pessoa" /><title>Divagando...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SqGL6WeksLI/AAAAAAAADGk/knhZhm56VQE/s1600-h/Casal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SqGL6WeksLI/AAAAAAAADGk/knhZhm56VQE/s400/Casal.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377733264639570098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Temos, todos que vivemos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Uma vida que é vivida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;E outra vida que é pensada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;E a única vida que temos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;É essa que é dividida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Entre a verdadeira e a errada.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindo isso, verdade pura em forma de poesia com a qual só posso concordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mas a gente nem sempre distingue uma da outra&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e uma ótima semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-8478300170104923654?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/8478300170104923654/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/09/divagando.html#comment-form" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/8478300170104923654?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/8478300170104923654?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/dXS5PDG0nzE/divagando.html" title="Divagando..." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SqGL6WeksLI/AAAAAAAADGk/knhZhm56VQE/s72-c/Casal.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/09/divagando.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8BRn8yeSp7ImA9WxNSF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-6161681303695709381</id><published>2009-08-31T04:20:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:54:17.191-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-31T20:54:17.191-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parabéns" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aniversário" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vida" /><title>Você sabia ?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SpmATIR_x5I/AAAAAAAADGU/vYzvPnGvRok/s1600-h/BlueMoon+Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SpmATIR_x5I/AAAAAAAADGU/vYzvPnGvRok/s400/BlueMoon+Cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375468696372234130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bluemooncakedesign.com/pictures/Wild_n_Wacky/FaerieHatter.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0cm;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"O primeiro "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parabéns pra você&lt;/span&gt;"  cantado não se chamava “Parabéns pra   você”. Ele se chama “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parabéns a você”&lt;/span&gt;.  Você sabia que depois descobriu-se que a   melodia tem um autor e a letra tem outro ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A melodia da música foi   criada por duas irmãs: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mildred e Patricia Smith Hill.&lt;/span&gt; Elas eram professoras primárias de Louisville, no   estado do Kentucky em 1875.  O objetivo das irmãs era fazer uma musiquinha   para que as crianças cantassem na escola Louisville Experimental Kindergarten   School todo dia na hora da entrada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Não tinha absolutamente &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NADA   &lt;/span&gt;a ver com aniversários ou festas de acordo com as irmãs americanas. A música se chamou   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Good Morning to All” &lt;/span&gt;("Bom dia a Todos") e Mildred e Patricia Smith   registraram em 1893.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ano de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1924 &lt;/span&gt;a música das irmãs   apareceu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sem autorização&lt;/span&gt; num livro editado pelo americano Robert Coleman, que   surrupiou a melodia e a primeira frase de “Good Morning to All” - o segundo verso,   Robert Coleman alterou para “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday To You&lt;/span&gt;”, o popular “parabéns a   você”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Foi com esta versão que a   música ganhou popularidade. Mas a família Hill não ia deixar isso barato. Por   conta do plagio, Jessica Hill, irmã das criadoras da melodia, resolveu brigar   na Justiça pelos direitos autorais da música.  E &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;venceu !   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;E desde então, acredite se quiser, é preciso pagar   royalties para tocar o “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parabéns&lt;/span&gt;”! Seja no rádio, na TV ou no   cinema, tocou tem que pagar.       Segundo a revista americana &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Forbes&lt;/span&gt;, a gravadora Warner - a atual detentora dos direitos da música -   fatura em média 2 milhões de dólares por ano só com os royalties advindos do   “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parabéns&lt;/span&gt;”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;É interessante notar que o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parabéns &lt;/span&gt;a você praticamente &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não tem letra na   versão  inglesa.&lt;/span&gt; É só uma repetição -  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy bithday to you&lt;/span&gt;… Vale lembrar que a versão   mais famosa da música é a que Marilyn Monroe cantou (?) para   John Kennedy no dia do aniversário do presidente, uma das grandes saias   justas da história.        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;No &lt;span&gt;Brasil&lt;/span&gt;, o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parabéns a você &lt;/span&gt;tem uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;letra &lt;/span&gt;infinitamente &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mais bem bolada &lt;/span&gt;que   na versão de Robert Coleman.  A letra em português da célebre canção surgiu   quando a rádio Tupi do Rio   de Janeiro organizou em 1942 um concurso para escolher uma letra que   casasse com a melodia de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Happy Birthday To You”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parab%C3%A9ns_pra_voc%C3%AA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parab%C3%A9ns_pra_voc%C3%AA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bertha Celeste Homem de Mello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, ganhou o concurso com a versão que todos nós   ouvimos todos os anos. Bertha, até sua morte no ano de 1999, fazia questão de   que as pessoas cantassem a letra do jeito que ela escreveu:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Parabéns a você   / Nesta data querida / Muita felicidade / Muitos anos de vida.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Quem diria, não ?  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música de Mildred   e Patricia Smith Hill e letra de Bertha Celeste Homem de Mello.        "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(texto adaptado da net - AD )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SpmFtVB_6fI/AAAAAAAADGc/AoGepRS35U4/s1600-h/zodiacwh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SpmFtVB_6fI/AAAAAAAADGc/AoGepRS35U4/s400/zodiacwh1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375474644029532658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora vamos falar sério: precisava tudo isso ?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Feliz Aniversário &lt;/span&gt;estaria  de bom tamanho. O restante eu acho que  é "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;coisa&lt;/span&gt;" de virginiano, especialmente os nascidos em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31 de agosto &lt;/span&gt;! (rs) E vou confessar um segredo: começar a vida no último dia de agosto é sempre um gosto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A única certeza é o hoje, vamos em frente e ver / viver o que o ano me reserva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-6161681303695709381?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/6161681303695709381/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/08/voce-sabia.html#comment-form" title="22 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/6161681303695709381?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/6161681303695709381?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/P_F9KaB1MjY/voce-sabia.html" title="Você sabia ?" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SpmATIR_x5I/AAAAAAAADGU/vYzvPnGvRok/s72-c/BlueMoon+Cake.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">22</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/08/voce-sabia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EMQ3c8cCp7ImA9WxNSEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-364615823237511402</id><published>2009-08-24T00:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:48:02.978-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-24T00:48:02.978-03:00</app:edited><title>Vortex</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SpG1IPe4dGI/AAAAAAAADGE/v1ccar6LuHQ/s1600-h/737px-Airplane_vortex_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SpG1IPe4dGI/AAAAAAAADGE/v1ccar6LuHQ/s400/737px-Airplane_vortex_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373274983629354082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VORTEX  &lt;/span&gt;é o que se apresenta na foto acima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É redemoinho, reviravolta, caminho sem rumo, rota perdida, vai  e (não) volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe passa, e se não sabe fica,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe fica, e sabe,  não tem volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe  ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a espera da resposta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eterniza a certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vida  = Vortex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nem sempre a gente se faz entender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SpHWfy7Jf7I/AAAAAAAADGM/4rEzpLX9sfM/s1600-h/2LUAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SpHWfy7Jf7I/AAAAAAAADGM/4rEzpLX9sfM/s400/2LUAS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373311672163860402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span  lang="ES-GT" style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ES-GT" style="font-size:14;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ET:&lt;/span&gt;  Em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27 de agosto&lt;/span&gt; o planeta Marte será a estrela mais brilhante do céu, e se apresentará tão grande quanto a Lua cheia, e estará a 55,75 milhões de kilometros da terra.   E no céu poderemos ver (?) 2 luas.  O fenômeno não vai se repetir tão cedo. Tomara possamos visualizar. E aproveitar. Tempo de mudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permanecer, talvez. Sempre tempo. O tempo é sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este blog tem a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;LUA &lt;/span&gt;no nome, no tema. Eu não poderia deixar de mencionar o acontecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-364615823237511402?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/364615823237511402/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/08/vortex.html#comment-form" title="21 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/364615823237511402?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/364615823237511402?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/renujOiwFTs/vortex.html" title="Vortex" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SpG1IPe4dGI/AAAAAAAADGE/v1ccar6LuHQ/s72-c/737px-Airplane_vortex_edit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">21</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/08/vortex.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQCQX04fSp7ImA9WxNTFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-1327454126721957274</id><published>2009-08-17T00:06:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:06:00.335-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-17T00:06:00.335-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mark Harmon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inferno astral" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amsterdam" /><title>Astral</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SohbuB61s4I/AAAAAAAADF4/vXFwuIWK67w/s1600-h/zodiac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SohbuB61s4I/AAAAAAAADF4/vXFwuIWK67w/s400/zodiac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370643401986651010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hoje é o amanhã de ontem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Segundo a astrologia quando o Sol volta para o mesmo grau onde ele se encontrava no momento do nosso nascimento, marcando o renascimento simbólico do nativo, estamos vivendo nosso &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inferno astral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É possível  que nas quatro semanas anteriores ao aniversário algum acontecimento desfavorável  na  vida da pessoa aconteça.  Se nenhum aspecto negativo for formado, nada acontecerá. É sempre necessário que exista um desígnio para que um evento aconteça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atualmente as coisas parecem andar mais devagar, dia enrolado, trabalho travado, horas passadas, trânsito congestionado, humor perdido, momentos desperdiçados, tudo mal vivido, mal acabado. Será que sou só eu ? Inferno astral existe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei se existe ou não, mas a maré anda brava. Querem saber do que eu gostaria mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gostaria de estar lá, porque o inverno está a caminho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SohVpRCdOwI/AAAAAAAADFk/tZ4uO6LfLtE/s1600-h/Photos+Mum+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SohVpRCdOwI/AAAAAAAADFk/tZ4uO6LfLtE/s400/Photos+Mum+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370636723076020994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E quando o inverno chegar,  ter um &lt;a href="http://www.mark-harmon.co.uk/"&gt;olhar &lt;/a&gt;desse só para mim,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SohWH0fz6tI/AAAAAAAADFs/9sL3U4z-lyI/s1600-h/mark%2Bharmon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SohWH0fz6tI/AAAAAAAADFs/9sL3U4z-lyI/s400/mark%2Bharmon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370637247990459090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e nada mais ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(se é que me acreditam... rs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar é &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;preciso &lt;/span&gt;e faz bem, mas é  também &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;impreciso&lt;/span&gt;. Continuo.  E sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; E não é que apesar de tudo, ainda sobrou algum humor por aqui ?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Es/Astrosaber?i=http%3A//www.astro-saber.com/2007/06/o-que-inferno-astral.html&amp;amp;showad=true" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-1327454126721957274?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/1327454126721957274/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/08/astral.html#comment-form" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/1327454126721957274?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/1327454126721957274?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/VB5m0qTJY7w/astral.html" title="Astral" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SohbuB61s4I/AAAAAAAADF4/vXFwuIWK67w/s72-c/zodiac.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/08/astral.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQEQXw7eCp7ImA9WxNTEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-2274579955035871755</id><published>2009-08-12T00:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:05:00.200-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-12T00:05:00.200-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><title>Divagando...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glimboo.com/" title="Recados para o Orkut"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/mensagens/0100.jpg" alt="Recados e Imagens - Mensagens - Orkut" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para relaxar um pouco.  E ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-2274579955035871755?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/2274579955035871755/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2008/06/mensagem.html#comment-form" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/2274579955035871755?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/2274579955035871755?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/IWhr9XWAUG8/mensagem.html" title="Divagando..." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2008/06/mensagem.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YMQHw8fCp7ImA9WxJaGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-1928295034852547152</id><published>2009-08-10T00:33:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:33:01.274-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-10T00:33:01.274-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mudança" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogagem coletiva" /><title>Nojo!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sn9FiyQWqNI/AAAAAAAADFU/0a0JWRXY9jE/s1600-h/BSB+by+Cla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sn9FiyQWqNI/AAAAAAAADFU/0a0JWRXY9jE/s400/BSB+by+Cla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368085744757156050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nojo &lt;/span&gt;ou asco é uma emoção tipicamente associada com coisas que são percebidas como sujas, incomestíveis ou infecciosas. Em &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Expression_of_the_Emotions_in_Man_and_Animals"&gt;The Expression of the Emotions in Man and Animals&lt;/a&gt;, Charles Darwin escreveu que o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nojo &lt;/span&gt;se refere a algo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;revoltante&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primariamente em relação ao sentido do paladar, como realmente percebido ou vividamente imaginado; e secundariamente com relação a qualquer coisa que provoque sentimento similar, através dos sentidos do olfato, tato e mesmo pela simples visão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nojo &lt;/span&gt;é uma das emoções básicas da teoria das emoções de Robert Plutchik. Envolve uma expressão facial característica, uma das seis expressões faciais de emoção de Paul Ekman. Está também associado a uma queda nos batimentos cardíacos, em contraste, por exemplo, com &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;medo &lt;/span&gt;ou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;raiva&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nojo &lt;/span&gt;pode ser dividido ainda em nojo físico, associado com impureza física ou moral, e nojo moral, um sentimento similar relacionado a tomadas de decisão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Nojo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;vergonha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;  existe ! Leia  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martha_Nussbaum"&gt;Martha Nussbaum,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; importante filósofa americana que escreveu um livro publicado em 2004 e intitulado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hiding From Humanity: Disgust, Shame, and the Law, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;o qual examina o relacionamento entre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nojo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;vergonha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;face às leis da sociedade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Um estudo recente descobriu que mulheres e crianças são mais sensíveis ao &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nojo &lt;/span&gt;do que homens.(?) Pesquisadores tentaram explicar a descoberta em termos evolucionários. Enquanto alguns acham sábio aderir aos sentimentos de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nojo &lt;/span&gt;de outrem, outros afirmam que reações de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nojo &lt;/span&gt;são freqüentemente construídas sobre preconceitos que deveriam ser desafiados e reprovados."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nojo"&gt;fonte&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Independente do acima exposto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOJO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;é o que eu sinto em relação à política desse país e por isso não escrevo e nem discuto o assunto por aqui.  Sarney já deveria ter saído, mas a sede de "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PUDER&lt;/span&gt;" (assim mesmo -no sotaque dele)  arraigada ao espírito e à filosofia dos sempre eternos - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;coronéis nordestinos  -&lt;/span&gt; não permite que ele desista, não permite que manche a sua tão "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imaculada&lt;/span&gt;" biografia de brasileiro-nordestino-lutador-persistente-presidente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente não deveria permitir isso. Muito menos votar por obrigação. Ainda dá tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sn8-JvJtVjI/AAAAAAAADFM/uUPIlYV-3ho/s1600-h/Reelei%C3%A7ao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sn8-JvJtVjI/AAAAAAAADFM/uUPIlYV-3ho/s400/Reelei%C3%A7ao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368077617845851698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOJO &lt;/span&gt;é vivenciar o dia a dia das reuniões/ discussões do Senado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVOLTANTE &lt;/span&gt;é ter a sensação de que pouco, quase nada, vai mudar...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E a pergunta que continua sem resposta: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; que país é esse&lt;/span&gt; ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FORA SARNEY !&lt;/span&gt;  Deixe a gente &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;respirar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;renovar &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nosso &lt;/span&gt;país.  Sem você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse post faz parte da blogagem coletiva chamada pelo &lt;a href="http://www.ramsessecxxi.blogger.com.br/"&gt;DO - Ramsés Sec XXI&lt;/a&gt;. Participe !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-1928295034852547152?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/1928295034852547152/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/08/nojo.html#comment-form" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/1928295034852547152?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/1928295034852547152?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/G5sm4G4vimc/nojo.html" title="Nojo!" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sn9FiyQWqNI/AAAAAAAADFU/0a0JWRXY9jE/s72-c/BSB+by+Cla.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/08/nojo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMNSH45cSp7ImA9WxJaEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-7884199956218931301</id><published>2009-08-03T08:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:21:39.029-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-03T08:21:39.029-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="voar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kite" /><title>Voar alto</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SnbEi_-eW3I/AAAAAAAADFE/dhpDx94DVPQ/s1600-h/Kite_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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&lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Um jovem piloto experimentava um monomotor muito frágil, uma daquelas sucatas usadas no tempo da Segunda Guerra, mas que ainda tinha condições de voar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao levantar vôo, ouviu um ruído vindo debaixo de seu assento. Era um rato que roia uma das mangueiras que dava sustentação para o avião permanecer nas alturas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preocupado pensou em retornar ao aeroporto para se livrar de seu incômodo e perigoso passageiro, mas lembrou-se de que devido à altura o rato logo morreria sufocado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele não pensou duas vezes e voou cada vez mais e mais alto e notou que acabaram os ruídos que estavam colocando em risco sua viagem conseguindo assim fazer uma arrojada aventura ao redor do mundo que era seu grande sonho... " (AD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORAL DA HISTÓRIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém lhe ameaçar, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VOE CADA VEZ MAIS ALTO...     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém lhe criticar, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VOE CADA VEZ MAIS ALTO...   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém tentar lhe destruir por inveja e fofocas, e por fim, se alguém lhe cometer alguma injustiça, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VOE CADA VEZ MAIS ALTO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe por quê? Os ameaçadores, críticos, invejosos e injustos são iguais aos "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ratos&lt;/span&gt;":&lt;br /&gt;não resistem às grandes alturas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pense nisso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a cada um de vocês um ÓTIMO VÔO ao longo de sua vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-7884199956218931301?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/7884199956218931301/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/08/voar-alto.html#comment-form" title="22 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/7884199956218931301?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/7884199956218931301?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/iCpWiiccsFA/voar-alto.html" title="Voar alto" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SnbEi_-eW3I/AAAAAAAADFE/dhpDx94DVPQ/s72-c/Kite_web.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">22</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/08/voar-alto.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcMSHo4fip7ImA9WxJbFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-1286811225671754746</id><published>2009-07-26T18:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:54:49.436-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-26T21:54:49.436-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vida nova" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mundo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aldous Huxley" /><title>Mundo Novo</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Skf78Q14zKI/AAAAAAAADEM/yp3jc0AynFY/s1600-h/image0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Skf78Q14zKI/AAAAAAAADEM/yp3jc0AynFY/s400/image0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352523694884834466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Experiência &lt;/span&gt;não é o que acontece ao homem;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Experiência &lt;/span&gt;é o que o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOMEM &lt;/span&gt;faz com o que acontece com ele..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Em &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;26 de julho de 1894&lt;/span&gt; nascia na cidade de &lt;a href="http://www.godalming-tc.gov.uk/"&gt;Goldaming&lt;/a&gt;, na Inglaterra, um dos maiores escritores que o mundo já viu. Conhecido pelo seu conhecimento e erudição admiráveis, Aldous &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huxley &lt;/span&gt;foi romancista, ensaísta filosófico e literário, poeta, teatrólogo e responsável por algumas das melhores obras da literatura de ficção. Era filho de Leonard Huxley , poeta e escritor de biografias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vindo de uma família de cientistas, seu avô Thomas Huxley era zoólogo e médico e seu irmão Julian Huxley se tornou um renomado biólogo. &lt;b&gt;Aldous &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aldous_Huxley"&gt;Huxley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aldous_Huxley"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;começou a trabalhar com pesquisa científica até que uma doença nos olhos o acometeu aos dezesseis anos, dois anos após a morte de sua mãe, e o deixou totalmente cego por dezoito meses. Neste período &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huxley&lt;/span&gt; aprendeu braile e deu continuidade aos estudos passando pelo&lt;a href="http://www.etoncollege.com.cn/en/about.htm"&gt; Eton College,&lt;/a&gt; depois no Balliol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impedido de prosseguir na carreira de cientista, porém tendo recuperado parcialmente a visão, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huxley &lt;/span&gt;começa a se dedicar a literatura e acaba se formando em Oxford, em Língua Inglesa em 1915.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A obra-prima de Huxley, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Brave New World" (Admirável Mundo Novo),&lt;/span&gt; foi escrita durante quatro meses no ano de 1931. Os temas nela abordados remontam grande parte de suas preocupações ideológicas como a liberdade individual em detrimento ao autoritarismo do Estado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ano de 1937 Aldous &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huxley &lt;/span&gt;mudou-se para Los Angeles, e em 1938, no auge da sua carreira, chegou a Hollywood, como um de seus mais bem remunerados roteiristas. Nessa fase, escreveu romances como&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Também o cisne morre" &lt;/span&gt;(1939), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"O Tempo pode parar" &lt;/span&gt;(1944), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"O macaco e a essência"&lt;/span&gt; (1948).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cinema para &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huxley &lt;/span&gt;foi uma aventura tão fascinante quanto suas descobertas e experiências com a mescalina, narradas em "As portas da percepção" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The Doors of Perception)&lt;/span&gt;, de 1954, livro que influenciou em muito a cultura hippie que florescia, dando nome por exemplo a banda The Doors, pois tais relatos com a droga indigena se assemelham em muito com o LSD que estava em ascensão. Dois anos depois, viúvo, casou-se novamente e publicou "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre o céu e o inferno".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huxley &lt;/span&gt;viajou ainda pela América Central e em 1958 visitou o Brasil, tendo conhecido os índios do Xingu e as favelas do Rio de Janeiro. Em 1959, foi agraciado pela Academia Americana de Artes e Letras com um prêmio por seus romances. Tal premiação era concedida a cada cinco anos e havia sido entregue anteriormente a Ernest Hemingway, Thomas Mann e Theodore Dreiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huxley &lt;/span&gt;permaneceu quase cego por toda a sua vida. Sua esposa, Maria Huxley, faleceu em 1955. Um ano mais tarde, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huxley &lt;/span&gt;casou-se com Laura Archera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Smyz9tg8GOI/AAAAAAAADE8/Mr2piPwwKt0/s1600-h/Aldous++Huxley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Smyz9tg8GOI/AAAAAAAADE8/Mr2piPwwKt0/s400/Aldous++Huxley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362859129062562018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldous &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huxley &lt;/span&gt;morreu em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22 de Novembro de 1963&lt;/span&gt; na sua pequena casa de Los Angeles. Morreu no mesmo dia em que  assassinaram &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_F._Kennedy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;John Fitzerald Kennedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JKF&lt;/span&gt;. Triste coincidência &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( se é que existe tal coisa...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huxley &lt;/span&gt;produziu um total de 47 livros ao longo de sua vida. O crítico britânico Anthony Burgess uma vez afirmou que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huxley &lt;/span&gt;fora o pioneiro do &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"romance cerebral"&lt;/span&gt;. No entanto, outras correntes de críticos classificaram &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huxley &lt;/span&gt;como um ensaísta, ao invés de romancista, pois suas obras eram conduzidas mais apoiadas sobre suas idéias do que o desenrolar de personagens ou contextos de histórias.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.infoescola.com/escritores/aldous-huxley/"&gt;texto &lt;/a&gt;traduzido e adaptado da net)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A frase lá acima é dele. E eu assino embaixo. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aldous Huxley&lt;/span&gt; -  foi um grande visionário na minha opinião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver é &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;experenciar  &lt;/span&gt;e por que não - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Viver &lt;/span&gt;a cada dia, um &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"admirável mundo novo." ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-1286811225671754746?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/1286811225671754746/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/07/mundo-novo.html#comment-form" title="22 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/1286811225671754746?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/1286811225671754746?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/m0JWf4O0XSY/mundo-novo.html" title="Mundo Novo" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Skf78Q14zKI/AAAAAAAADEM/yp3jc0AynFY/s72-c/image0011.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">22</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/07/mundo-novo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQMSHY_eCp7ImA9WxJbEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-3249400563992173949</id><published>2009-07-20T01:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:29:49.840-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-20T13:29:49.840-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bluemoon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lua" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amigos" /><title>Lua e amigos</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SmI5hufW4oI/AAAAAAAADE0/rNAkpx9g_58/s1600-h/Moon+by+riaskiff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SmI5hufW4oI/AAAAAAAADE0/rNAkpx9g_58/s400/Moon+by+riaskiff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359909758102332034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2323/1752615333_54d786d0b3.jpg?v=0"&gt;imagem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Para conhecermos os amigos é necessário passar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pelo sucesso e pela desgraça. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No sucesso, verificamos a quantidade e, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;na desgraça, a qualidade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Confúcio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;lua sempre foi companheira &lt;/span&gt;do homem desde os tempos imemoriais. Assim, diversas foram as observações, percepções, interpretações, etc., que, ao longo de sua história, o homem elaborou sobre a lua, desde suas primeiras representações míticas, até talvez o maior ato de ousadia e arrojo de sua mais complexa civilização tecnocientífica, a chegada do homem à lua, no dia 20 de julho de 1969, há  exatos 40 anos. " O texto é  longo e interessante, veja &lt;a href="http://www.observatorio.ufmg.br/pas15.htm"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não poderia ter assunto melhor nesse dia do que unir&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;LUA &amp;amp; AMIGOS&lt;/span&gt; afinal a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nossa&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lua Azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me trouxe muitos novos amigos.   São amigos  - não conhecidos - mas que participam da vida como se ao lado estivessem. E comigo dividem alegrias, dúvidas, cantam verso e prosa, ajudam a superar a tristeza e os momentos difíceis. Estão sempre por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não procuro quantidade, a qualidade me basta. E esta eu tenho. É o que vale. De verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há 40 anos o homem "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pousou &lt;/span&gt;" na lua e milhões testemunharam, mas não existe vida na lua. (até provarem o contrário, naturalmente...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há 4 anos e alguns meses o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue Moon&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pousou&lt;/span&gt;" aqui.  Existe vida aqui . Existem &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amigos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom isso, muito bom. A lua pode não ser &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;azul&lt;/span&gt;, mas o carinho é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vamos celebrar a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Semana / Dia  do Amigo"&lt;/span&gt;, combinado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amigos&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-3249400563992173949?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/3249400563992173949/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/07/lua-e-amigos.html#comment-form" title="15 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/3249400563992173949?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/3249400563992173949?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/-q2CM5pGqBA/lua-e-amigos.html" title="Lua e amigos" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SmI5hufW4oI/AAAAAAAADE0/rNAkpx9g_58/s72-c/Moon+by+riaskiff.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">15</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/07/lua-e-amigos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUAQXs9eCp7ImA9WxJUFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-9124218458499458642</id><published>2009-07-13T01:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:44:00.560-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-13T01:44:00.560-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vida" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alma" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Manuel Bandeira" /><title>Divagando...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SlpBQS9W3MI/AAAAAAAADEk/TrEBRJ90EoY/s1600-h/Arvore+Gemea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 359px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SlpBQS9W3MI/AAAAAAAADEk/TrEBRJ90EoY/s400/Arvore+Gemea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357666454933527746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Se queres sentir a felicidade de amar, esquece a tua alma.&lt;br /&gt;A alma é que estraga o amor.&lt;br /&gt;Só em Deus ela pode encontrar satisfação.&lt;br /&gt;Não noutra alma.&lt;br /&gt;Só em Deus — ou fora do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;As almas são incomunicáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o teu corpo entender-se com outro corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque os corpos se entendem, mas as almas não."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perfeito verso esse de Manuel Bandeira, que do nada "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;caiu&lt;/span&gt;"  em minhas mãos hoje, veio ao acaso que sempre tudo completa. É a vida.  (ou) seria parceria imperfeita ?   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vivo &lt;/span&gt;- nem preciso parafrasear o autor - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"mas as almas, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma gêmea existe? Vem de outras vidas ? Temos um &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;destino&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;missão&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;tempo&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;karma&lt;/span&gt;"  (ou como queiram denominar) a cumprir ao lado &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"dele" (a) &lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se você perder a chance, se deixar a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"sua metade"&lt;/span&gt; escapar, seguir em frente, e... ?  Viver feliz para sempre ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ... pode ser fácil assim. Pense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haja pergunta nesse post, haja dúvida... Viver é isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-9124218458499458642?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/9124218458499458642/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/07/divagando.html#comment-form" title="22 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/9124218458499458642?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/9124218458499458642?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/KWQaAeTy5BM/divagando.html" title="Divagando..." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SlpBQS9W3MI/AAAAAAAADEk/TrEBRJ90EoY/s72-c/Arvore+Gemea.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">22</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/07/divagando.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4MSXc6fip7ImA9WxJUFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-558856898833264221</id><published>2009-07-06T01:35:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:49:48.916-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-12T19:49:48.916-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tempo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pecado" /><title>Amartano</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SlEFSjw0lnI/AAAAAAAADEc/-b3LW36uUNo/s1600-h/maca_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SlEFSjw0lnI/AAAAAAAADEc/-b3LW36uUNo/s400/maca_2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355067248316028530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A nossa falta      de conhecimento é a razão pela qual temos a ilusão do pecado; ou, quando a      evolução tiver tido tempo suficiente para nos ajudar a progredir, a ilusão      do pecado desaparecerá."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.vivos.com.br/48.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(fonte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Amartano&lt;/span&gt;" (pecado em grego - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;começa com AMAR&lt;/span&gt;...), significa privação, ausência; e é no momento em que negamos  que ele existe, que iniciamos nosso inferno. E ele pode ser infinito.  E finito também. Pecado  existe ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é a verdade ou a realidade que nos martiriza; é a nossa atitude de negação a elas, já que estão profundamente cravadas em  nossa mente, não nos deixando de sobra nenhum espaço.  E haja procura, leitura, pesquisa, tempo, querer, resolver. Sem pecado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos um medo (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aparente&lt;/span&gt;) de ver a nossa própria realidade &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(?) &lt;/span&gt;devido à aparente confusão que realizamos entre a verdade e a fantasia e aquilo que geralmente chamamos de real é algo que forjamos e, consequentemente, não é ela mesma. E talvez jamais saibamos a diferença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pecado &lt;/span&gt;é "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;individual&lt;/span&gt;" - não faz parte da consciência coletiva. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pecado &lt;/span&gt;é coisa sua, coisa minha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pecado &lt;/span&gt;não é coisa "nossa". Não mesmo.  Existe remissão, perdão. Mas não deixa de ser &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pecado&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É pecado. Foi. Tem volta? Tem perdão ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei, mas existe alternativa, com certeza.  Ela reside no  instante em que começarmos a aceitar, a ver o que é o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"nosso &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pecado&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; -  pois nesse exato momento voltaremos a uma relativa sanidade. Ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você, o que acha ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajei por aqui hoje. Eu preciso voltar a postar poesia, verso, prosa. Não filosofar.  Sério mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ou não?) rs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-558856898833264221?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/558856898833264221/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/07/amartano.html#comment-form" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/558856898833264221?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/558856898833264221?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/3zDdz8d4LTg/amartano.html" title="Amartano" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SlEFSjw0lnI/AAAAAAAADEc/-b3LW36uUNo/s72-c/maca_2008.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/07/amartano.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8AQHYyfSp7ImA9WxJVEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-7011963742865916264</id><published>2009-06-29T01:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:14:01.895-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-29T01:14:01.895-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vida" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="voar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fernando Pessoa" /><title>Querer</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SkgBm7I1wbI/AAAAAAAADEU/nBJbCGJK1rw/s1600-h/Flying+Bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SkgBm7I1wbI/AAAAAAAADEU/nBJbCGJK1rw/s400/Flying+Bird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352529925351260594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.creativision.com.au/main/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=23&amp;amp;Itemid=59"&gt;imagem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quer nada: serás livre.&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo amor que tenham&lt;br /&gt;Por nós, quer-nos, oprime-nos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;F. Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; A vida é assim: um querer (muito) ficar e ainda assim deixar ir. E continuar a viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a gente vai levando, a gente vai levando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com vontade de voar...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; livre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-7011963742865916264?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/7011963742865916264/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/06/querer.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/7011963742865916264?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/7011963742865916264?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/ouyQ1KBBrqQ/querer.html" title="Querer" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SkgBm7I1wbI/AAAAAAAADEU/nBJbCGJK1rw/s72-c/Flying+Bird.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/06/querer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
