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/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>481</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/VoKq" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/vokq" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIFQH4-fCp7ImA9WhVTGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-1256416785203361096</id><published>2012-03-05T06:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T16:08:31.054-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-05T16:08:31.054-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sentimentos" /><title>O corpo fala!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p0S1lIy-JtE/T1UNUmLQWNI/AAAAAAAADq8/NApPBmnjchg/s1600/mouthshut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p0S1lIy-JtE/T1UNUmLQWNI/AAAAAAAADq8/NApPBmnjchg/s400/mouthshut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716489949513013458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando a boca cala.... o corpo fala!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e9b3131651fe2954958286" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Este alerta está colocado na porta de um espaço terapêutico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O resfriado escorre quando o corpo não chora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor de garganta entope quando não é possível comunicar as aflições.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O estômago arde quando as raivas não conseguem sair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O diabetes invade quando a solidão dói.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O corpo engorda quando a insatisfação aperta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor de cabeça deprime quando as duvidas aumentam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coração desiste quando o sentido da vida parece terminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A alergia aparece quando o perfeccionismo fica intolerável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As unhas quebram quando as defesas ficam ameaçadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O peito aperta quando o orgulho escraviza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pressão sobe quando o medo aprisiona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As neuroses paralisam quando a criança interna tiraniza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A febre esquenta quando as defesas detonam as fronteiras da imunidade.&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="uiAttachmentDetails" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:12}"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Amar-faz-bem/157874747605481"&gt;Amar faz bem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="uiAttachmentDetails" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:12}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Preste atenção aos sinais, você não tem nada a perder, muito pelo contrário: só ganha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="mts uiAttachmentDesc translationEligibleUserAttachmentMessage"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;span class="uiAttachmentDetails" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:12}"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Amar-faz-bem/157874747605481"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tenham uma ótima semana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos,&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/32720546-1256416785203361096?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/1256416785203361096/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WEyfC7Wr1Pg/T0q2V9eKOkI/AAAAAAAADqw/orTN2sQceG8/s400/Girassois%2Bin%2BAMS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713579565667465794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendendo a viver Aprendi que se aprende errando&lt;br /&gt;Que crescer não significa fazer aniversário&lt;br /&gt;Que o silêncio é a melhor resposta, quando se ouve uma bobagem&lt;br /&gt;Que trabalhar significa não só ganhar dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Que amigos a gente conquista mostrando o que somos&lt;br /&gt;Que os verdadeiros amigos sempre ficam com você até o fim&lt;br /&gt;Que a maldade se esconde atrás de uma bela face&lt;br /&gt;Que não se espera a felicidade chegar, mas se procura por ela&lt;br /&gt;Que quando penso saber de tudo ainda não aprendi nada&lt;br /&gt;Que a Natureza é a coisa mais bela na Vida&lt;br /&gt;Que amar significa se dar por inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Que um só dia pode ser mais importante que muitos anos&lt;br /&gt;Que se pode conversar com estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Que se pode confessar com a Lua&lt;br /&gt;Que se pode viajar além do infinito&lt;br /&gt;Que ouvir uma palavra de carinho faz bem à saúde Que dar um carinho também faz...&lt;br /&gt;Que sonhar é preciso&lt;br /&gt;Que se deve ser criança a vida toda&lt;br /&gt;Que nosso ser é livre&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus não proíbe nada em nome do amor&lt;br /&gt;Que o julgamento alheio não é importante&lt;br /&gt;Que o que realmente importa é a Paz interior&lt;br /&gt;E finalmente, aprendi que não se pode morrer,&lt;br /&gt;pra se aprender a viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebi por email. Gostei, concordo e divido.  (Desconheço autoria!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a todos uma ótima semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos,&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/32720546-6823598539869497112?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/6823598539869497112/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2012/02/aprendizado.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/6823598539869497112?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/6823598539869497112?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/FufkMocWxO4/aprendizado.html" title="Aprendizado." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WEyfC7Wr1Pg/T0q2V9eKOkI/AAAAAAAADqw/orTN2sQceG8/s72-c/Girassois%2Bin%2BAMS.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2012/02/aprendizado.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4BSX0_fCp7ImA9WhRaGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-7044536130094662210</id><published>2012-02-20T00:51:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T22:35:58.344-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-21T22:35:58.344-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amizade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="encantada" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amiga" /><title>MarciaClarinha!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X_eRP8oA2CM/T0EyTTuNkdI/AAAAAAAADqY/7tFkZkR7Jjg/s1600/Lua%2Be%2BRaios%2BByTLEKotsiopoulos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X_eRP8oA2CM/T0EyTTuNkdI/AAAAAAAADqY/7tFkZkR7Jjg/s400/Lua%2Be%2BRaios%2BByTLEKotsiopoulos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710901109775503826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image by TLEKotsiopoulus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sentir é criar. Sentir é pensar sem ideias,&lt;br /&gt;e por isso sentir é compreender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; visto que o universo não tem ideias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa (1888 - 1935)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa citação de F.Pessoa define "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;levemente&lt;/span&gt;" uma pequena parte do "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;universo&lt;/span&gt;" de sentimentos que é &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;MarciaClarinha&lt;/span&gt;. Eu sei que esse não é o nome dela, mas gosto tanto que não disassocio da pessoa mais de amada que ela é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês já tiveram a oportunidade de conhecer alguém "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;encantado&lt;/span&gt;" ? Eu já.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;MarciaClarinha&lt;/span&gt; é moça linda, querida, cheia de ternura, encanto e doçura. E, como se isso não bastasse, ela tem o dom de escrever, de verbalizar - melhor dizendo - VIVER-sentimentos. Um post inteiro não seria suficiente para descrevê-la, deixo por conta da imaginação dos que não a conhecem pessoalmente (e nem imaginam o que estão perdendo... )!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;MarciaClarinha &lt;/span&gt;foi o melhor presente que a vida blogueira já me deu. Conhecê-la foi uma delícia, nos descobrimos amigas no primeiro momento e a amizade veio para ficar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;MarciaClarinha&lt;/span&gt; faz aniversário hoje e eu desejo à ela um dia cheio de alegrias, beijos, abraços, doces, carinhos e amor, muiiiiiiiiiito amor de todos que a rodeiam e espero que ela sinta em um desses abraços uma parte do meu que envio aqui de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;longe&lt;/span&gt;, mas que ela vai saber perto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RBUPOpRn1eg/T0F-IP0bGoI/AAAAAAAADqk/nrwy0IgZm3Q/s1600/MarciaClarinha1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 342px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RBUPOpRn1eg/T0F-IP0bGoI/AAAAAAAADqk/nrwy0IgZm3Q/s400/MarciaClarinha1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710984482632964738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;MarciaClarinha&lt;/span&gt; tinha um blog repleto de dizeres lindos, sentimentos verbalizados de maneira impecável, uma delícia de ler, sentir, viver.  Não existe mais, não posso deixar o link, mas o melhor de tudo é que  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;MarciaClarinha &lt;/span&gt;existe e alegra nossos dias com sua presença. E é &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;azul&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Aniversário &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;amigamada&lt;/span&gt;! Desejo que esse novo ano seja todo realizações e alegrias para você e família mais de linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O aniversário dela é hoje, mas o post vai ficar e comemorar a semana inteira!!! rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa semana a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos,&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/32720546-7044536130094662210?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/7044536130094662210/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2012/02/marciaclarinha.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/7044536130094662210?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/7044536130094662210?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/WvSPCUg8mMA/marciaclarinha.html" title="MarciaClarinha!" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X_eRP8oA2CM/T0EyTTuNkdI/AAAAAAAADqY/7tFkZkR7Jjg/s72-c/Lua%2Be%2BRaios%2BByTLEKotsiopoulos.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2012/02/marciaclarinha.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAHQXw7fip7ImA9WhRaEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-6579521166171021473</id><published>2012-02-13T00:06:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T22:18:50.206-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T22:18:50.206-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Barcelona" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pai" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gaudí" /><title>Fefe-Tina-Barcelona !</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GmxNCgLSRSA/Tzl9l7OQ12I/AAAAAAAADpo/qXextVUgs9k/s1600/La%2BPedrera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GmxNCgLSRSA/Tzl9l7OQ12I/AAAAAAAADpo/qXextVUgs9k/s400/La%2BPedrera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708732093174962018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casa_Mil%C3%A0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;La Pedrera (Casa Milá)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já sei: lembraram do filme do Woody Allen e devem estar pensando: os nomes não são esses!  rs E não são mesmo. O filme chama-se &lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/vicky-cristina-barcelona/"&gt;Vicky Cristina Barcelona &lt;/a&gt;! Mas vamos convir que é parecido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estive em Barcelona com minha filhota Fefê na semana passada e confesso que 4 dias não foram suficientes para apreciar tanta beleza. A cidade é linda, cheia de arte, história, charme, beleza e futebol, naturalmente... rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Igreja da Sagrada Família projetada por Antonio Gaudí - arquiteto Catalão que ficou famoso por diversas obras em Espanha - é um exemplo da arquitetura gótica (ou seria neo-gótica?), sendo que a Igreja ainda encontra-se em construção, apesar da obra ter começado em 1883.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O templo foi projetado para ter três grandes fachadas: a Fachada da Natividade, quase terminada com Gaudí ainda em vida, a Fachada da Paixão, iniciada em 1952, e a Fachada da Glória,  ainda por completar. Segundo o seu proceder habitual, a partir de  esboços gerais do edifício Gaudí improvisou a construção à medida que  esta avançava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O templo, quando estiver terminado, disporá de 18 torres: quatro em cada uma das três entradas-portais, a jeito de cúpulas; irá ter um sistema de seis torres, com a torre do zimbório central dedicada a Jesus Cristo,  de 170 metros de altura, outras quatro ao redor desta, dedicadas aos  evangelistas, e um segundo zimbório dedicado à Virgem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SR0jn2Peedw/Tzmcj4F7a3I/AAAAAAAADqM/zdfgonxUuQA/s1600/Sag%2BFam%2B4%2BBlog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SR0jn2Peedw/Tzmcj4F7a3I/AAAAAAAADqM/zdfgonxUuQA/s400/Sag%2BFam%2B4%2BBlog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708766142835420018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O interior estará  formado por inovadoras colunas arborescentes inclinadas e abóbadas  baseadas em hiperboloides e paraboloides buscando a forma ótima da catenária. Estima-se que poderá levar no seu coro 1500 cantores, 700 crianças e cinco órgãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A construção foi suspensa em 1936 devido à Guerra Civil Espanhola e não se estima a conclusão para antes de 2026, centenário da morte de Gaudí &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ele morreu atropelado  em 1926 aos 74 anos, em Barcelona).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atualmente a construção continua sendo mantida parte pela entrada que é cobrada dos visitantes ($13,00 Euros), parte pelo governo e parte recebida de doações. É sem dúvida, a Igreja mais bonita que já visitei (não estou considerando aqui a &lt;a href="http://www.cincofolhas.com/2010/04/capela-sistina-360-graus/"&gt;Capela Sistina, &lt;/a&gt;que é outra história... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hRpwtV1tMV8/Tzl9mBjL6HI/AAAAAAAADp0/2gPbEK2ei38/s1600/Altar%2BSag%2BFam%2B4%2BBlog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hRpwtV1tMV8/Tzl9mBjL6HI/AAAAAAAADp0/2gPbEK2ei38/s400/Altar%2BSag%2BFam%2B4%2BBlog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708732094873331826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Altar da Sagrada Família (vista geral)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona me encantou. Deveria ter programado uma visita mais longa. Os habitantes são gentis, a cidade é limpa, bem sinalizada, recebe bem seus turistas, tem ótima infra estrutura. A comida regional é diversificada e saborosa. Fica uma dúvida enorme entre &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Tapas" ou "Montaditos", "Sangria ou Cerveja", "Paella ou Frutos do Mar" &lt;/span&gt;... sem esquecer a vista que mostra aquele mar de um azul lindo e infinito, Mediterraneo naturalmente. Quem tiver oportunidade não deve perder: Barcelona vale muito a pena de se ver e viver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wnK6bmQ4sIc/Tzl9muv8YlI/AAAAAAAADqA/9RU56svQb7I/s1600/Food%2Bin%2BBCN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wnK6bmQ4sIc/Tzl9muv8YlI/AAAAAAAADqA/9RU56svQb7I/s400/Food%2Bin%2BBCN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708732107006435922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sangria, Tapas, Montaditos, Carpaccio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu deixo algumas fotos (foram muitas!) e agradeço a companhia da minha filhota Fefe que fez a viagem muito mais gostosa - Barcelona seria diferente sem você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso me despedir sem deixar de mencionar que nesta semana, no dia &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;15/2 mais precisamente, &lt;/span&gt;se por aqui estivesse meu pai querido faria 83 anos. Saudade sem fim, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pai&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H9nPf7w7pDI"&gt;I´ll always love you!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenham todos uma excelente semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos,&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/32720546-6579521166171021473?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/6579521166171021473/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2012/02/fefe-tina-barcelona.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/6579521166171021473?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/6579521166171021473?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/FjhW_YB2qlo/fefe-tina-barcelona.html" title="Fefe-Tina-Barcelona !" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GmxNCgLSRSA/Tzl9l7OQ12I/AAAAAAAADpo/qXextVUgs9k/s72-c/La%2BPedrera.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2012/02/fefe-tina-barcelona.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04ER386cCp7ImA9WhRUGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-2838306234919350068</id><published>2012-01-30T00:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T14:45:06.118-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-30T14:45:06.118-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bom humor" /><title>Só rindo...</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/SoGn1s8HETI/AAAAAAAADFc/PE4I9D7rOsI/s1600-h/wgart_-art-d-domenich-adam_eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SoGn1s8HETI/AAAAAAAADFc/PE4I9D7rOsI/s400/wgart_-art-d-domenich-adam_eve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368756771840528690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bestpriceart.com/vault/wgart_-art-d-domenich-adam_eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Um alemão, um francês, um inglês e um brasileiro apreciam um quadro de 'Adão e Eva no Paraíso'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O alemão comenta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Olhem que perfeição de corpos: ela, esbelta e espigada; ele, com este corpo atlético, os músculos perfilados... Devem ser alemães.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imediatamente, o francês contesta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não acredito. É evidente o erotismo que se desprende de ambas as figuras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela, tão feminina.. Ele, tão masculino... Sabem que em breve chegará a tentação... Devem ser franceses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movendo negativamente a cabeça, o inglês comenta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Que nada! Notem a serenidade dos seus rostos, a delicadeza da pose, a sobriedade do gesto. Só podem ser ingleses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de alguns segundos mais, de contemplação silenciosa, o brasileiro declara:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não concordo. Olhem bem: não têm roupa, não têm sapatos, não têm casa, estão na merda... Só têm uma única maçã para comer, mas não protestam, ainda estão pensando em sacanagem e pior, acreditam que estão no Paraíso:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;   só podem ser brasileiros!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para começar a semana com bom humor...rs&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;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-2838306234919350068?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/2838306234919350068/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-rindo.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/2838306234919350068?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/2838306234919350068?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/BdF9xKdYG7I/so-rindo.html" title="Só rindo..." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SoGn1s8HETI/AAAAAAAADFc/PE4I9D7rOsI/s72-c/wgart_-art-d-domenich-adam_eve.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-rindo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4CSH4zeSp7ImA9WhRUE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-9844235681606788</id><published>2012-01-23T00:24:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T20:49:29.081-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T20:49:29.081-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ano novo chinês" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dragão" /><title>Ano do Dragão !</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ULP2xMBr28/Txyc26Jf_iI/AAAAAAAADpE/xPHqPf8jKIw/s1600/Chinese%2BNew%2BYear%2B2012%2BDragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ULP2xMBr28/Txyc26Jf_iI/AAAAAAAADpE/xPHqPf8jKIw/s400/Chinese%2BNew%2BYear%2B2012%2BDragon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700603695480176162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feliz Ano Novo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegou o ano do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dragão &lt;/span&gt;- lembra daquele bicho "bonzinho" que solta fogo pelo nariz? (rs) É ele mesmo que está de volta, 12 anos depois -  já que esse é o tempo que se espera para um signo retornar no Horóscopo Chinês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você nasceu em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1916, 1928, 1940, 1952, 1964, 1976, 1988, 2000 ou 2012&lt;/span&gt; você é do signo - mas tenha cuidado ao verificar pois a ano no caléndário chinês não começa no dia 1 de janeiro !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na China tudo que estiver relacionado com o Ano Novo deve representar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Boa Sorte".&lt;/span&gt;  As comemorações começam com um jantar e de acordo com a tradição, a casa deve estar super limpa,  a família não deve ter dívidas e ter resolvido todas as diferenças pessoais para ter boa sorte no ano que se inicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alRZXdaDyXs/Tx3inb9urPI/AAAAAAAADpQ/BbhJuZ36RcA/s1600/chinese-zodiac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alRZXdaDyXs/Tx3inb9urPI/AAAAAAAADpQ/BbhJuZ36RcA/s400/chinese-zodiac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700961870470360306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia do Ano Novo as casas são decoradas com banners em &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;vermelho &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dourado &lt;/span&gt;para simbolizar boa sorte.  No jantar principal são servidos pratos como peixe e frango que representam prosperidade, noodles (macarrão chinês) que representa longevidade e o bolo de ano novo que se chama "Ni Gao".  O jantar inclui também alguns pratos vegetarianos que representam boa sorte, sendo os mais conhecidos por nós a salada de cebola e o broto de bambu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fim do jantar os mais velhos dão aos mais novos envelopes &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;vermelhos &lt;/span&gt;com dinheiro dentro para atrair mais fortuna e sorte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a todos um maravilhoso Novo Ano seja você &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dragão &lt;/span&gt;ou não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos,&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/32720546-9844235681606788?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/9844235681606788/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2012/01/ano-do-dragao.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/9844235681606788?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/9844235681606788?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/XvLy2wxjHVw/ano-do-dragao.html" title="Ano do Dragão !" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ULP2xMBr28/Txyc26Jf_iI/AAAAAAAADpE/xPHqPf8jKIw/s72-c/Chinese%2BNew%2BYear%2B2012%2BDragon.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2012/01/ano-do-dragao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUCRn49fSp7ImA9WhRVF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-1577452692048977609</id><published>2012-01-16T08:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T20:51:07.065-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T20:51:07.065-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Divagando ...</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/-0dSdVLnM1ss/TxSpXp8AsvI/AAAAAAAADo4/nEAQoTYaV7s/s1600/Live%2Blove%2Blaugh%2Bby%2BFB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0dSdVLnM1ss/TxSpXp8AsvI/AAAAAAAADo4/nEAQoTYaV7s/s400/Live%2Blove%2Blaugh%2Bby%2BFB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698365652390163186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simples assim: lindo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana 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/32720546-1577452692048977609?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/1577452692048977609/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2012/01/divagando.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/1577452692048977609?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/1577452692048977609?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/WtvbYPJUKcI/divagando.html" title="Divagando ..." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0dSdVLnM1ss/TxSpXp8AsvI/AAAAAAAADo4/nEAQoTYaV7s/s72-c/Live%2Blove%2Blaugh%2Bby%2BFB.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2012/01/divagando.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4CQnY5cCp7ImA9WhRWFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-7167954079371509484</id><published>2012-01-02T05:04:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T21:22:43.828-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-03T21:22:43.828-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ano bissexto" /><title>Novo Ano! 2012</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-omAsUGzZNmY/TwNoCaonq9I/AAAAAAAADoc/nRBKcQwZnLA/s1600/London-Eye-fireworks-540x359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-omAsUGzZNmY/TwNoCaonq9I/AAAAAAAADoc/nRBKcQwZnLA/s400/London-Eye-fireworks-540x359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693508744645159890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Criatividade                          é inventar, experimentar, crescer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; correr riscos,                          quebrar regras, cometer erros, e se divertir." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Mary                          Lou Cook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E chegou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt;!  Ano &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bissexto &lt;/span&gt;- tenho nada contra e nem a favor - mas de qualquer forma o que vale é a garra e a vontade da gente de encarar e começar tudo novamente, com certeza! E é de acordo com a citação acima que quero viver 2012: criando, inventando, crescendo, correndo riscos e me divertindo - muito, muito mesmo !  rs&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/-oh_1F5Qwt7g/TwNob9pTbnI/AAAAAAAADos/OY_Lkx5vHoc/s1600/reveillon-2012-em-copacabana-rj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oh_1F5Qwt7g/TwNob9pTbnI/AAAAAAAADos/OY_Lkx5vHoc/s400/reveillon-2012-em-copacabana-rj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693509183539998322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam que interessante essa explicação sobre o ano &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;bissexto &lt;/span&gt;que encontrei &lt;a href="http://www.sogeografia.com.br/Curiosidades/?pg=4"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;"O ano &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bissexto &lt;/span&gt;teve início no Egito  em 238 a.C. Em  45 a.C. entretanto, foi o  imperador romano Júlio  César quem trouxe a  idéia do ano &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bissexto &lt;/span&gt;para o ocidente.&lt;br /&gt;No antigo calendário romano, os dias recebiam  nomes com base no ciclo  lunar e um mês dividia-se em três seções separadas por  três dias  fixos: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calendas (lua nova), Nonas (quarto-crescente) e Idos (lua   cheia).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;Os dias eram designados por números ordinais contados em ordem   retrógrada em relação ao dia fixo subsequente, algo semelhante ao  costume que  temos em dizer um horário de 16:45h com sendo “15 para as  5”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;Desta forma o dia 3 de fevereiro, por  exemplo, chamava-se “antediem  III Nonas Februarii”, ou seja “três dias antes da  Nona de Fevereiro” e o  dia 24 de fevereiro chamava-se “antediem VI Calendas  Martii” ou  “antediem sextum Calendas Martii”, ou seja “sexto dia antes da  Calendas  de Março”. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;O imperador romano Julio César ao  fazer a introdução de mais um dia  no ano, optou pelo o mês de fevereiro, e  dentro deste mês escolheu por  duplicar o dia 24, chamando-o de “antediem  bis-sextum Calendas Martii”  (De novo o sexto dia antes das Calendas de Março),  surge então o nome “ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bissexto&lt;/span&gt;”, que passou a designar o ano que tivesse este  dia  suplementar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;Júlio César escolheu o mês de  fevereiro para adicionar um dia porque,  além de ser o mês mais curto do ano,  com 28 dias, também era  último  mês do  ano entre os romanos, e que por eles era considerado como um mês negativo. Desta  forma a escolha por duplicar o dia 24, ao invés de ser  introduzido o novo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dia  29&lt;/span&gt; (como atualmente fazemos) se deu por motivos  supersticiosos."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;Como calcular um ano bissexto&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;A partir da introdução do calendário  Gregoriano foram adotadas as seguintes regras:&lt;/p&gt; 1- Todo ano divisível por 4 é  bissexto.&lt;br /&gt;2- Todo ano quando divisível por 100  não é ano bissexto.&lt;br /&gt;3- Mas, se o ano for também divisível  por 400 é ano bissexto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então estamos combinados: o ano é &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;bissexto &lt;/span&gt;e a gente vai fazer o melhor para viver e criar nesse dia a mais (e em todos os outros também) muita alegria, muita paz, aproveitar e cultivar amizades,  multiplicar a diversão e tudo mais que a gente deseja, merece e há de receber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenham todos um maravilhoso 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos,&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/32720546-7167954079371509484?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/7167954079371509484/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2012/01/novo-ano-2012.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/7167954079371509484?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/7167954079371509484?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/Wk1VLdKFl8o/novo-ano-2012.html" title="Novo Ano! 2012" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-omAsUGzZNmY/TwNoCaonq9I/AAAAAAAADoc/nRBKcQwZnLA/s72-c/London-Eye-fireworks-540x359.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2012/01/novo-ano-2012.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUMQX8_fip7ImA9WhRXFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-2437009469307544175</id><published>2011-12-21T00:06:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T21:34:40.146-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-23T21:34:40.146-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="natal" /><title>Ho! Ho! Ho!</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/-9iIbpaPvqU0/TvTk4dCEtGI/AAAAAAAADoI/Sv9-lRwaiGo/s1600/arvore-natal2-g-20111205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9iIbpaPvqU0/TvTk4dCEtGI/AAAAAAAADoI/Sv9-lRwaiGo/s400/arvore-natal2-g-20111205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689423887792911458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;Image &amp;amp; Text= Net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você cresceu? -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus sonhos  são outros?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os meus também. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pergunto&lt;/span&gt;:  Cadê a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sua " criança &lt;/span&gt;? Perdeste-a ao longo da vida ?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não  estará ela escondidinha no seu coração ? Procure: ela ainda vive  dentro de você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que seus sonhos morram ! A fantasia nos faz  viver, sonhar,  desejar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coloque seu sapatinho na janela ! Faça seu pedido ! Talvez  ele demore um pouco a se realizar, mas a vida já te ensinou que tudo tem  seu tempo .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se você já aprendeu a esperar, a ter paciência... Já aprendeu  que se seu pedido não se realizar...pode já ser um grande presente, pois,  nem tudo que queremos é para o nosso bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, pegue seu sapatinho da &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; esperança &lt;/span&gt;e coloque-o na janela do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desejo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aguarde para que seus sonhos se tornem realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois sorria, compreenda, dê pulos e agradeça seu presente de Natal!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E seja muito, muito &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FELIZ&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ho! Ho! Ho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenham todos um &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feliz Natal&lt;/span&gt; com muito amor, muita paz e harmonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos,&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/32720546-2437009469307544175?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/2437009469307544175/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/12/ho-ho-ho.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/2437009469307544175?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/2437009469307544175?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/Gqzz4BYb4qY/ho-ho-ho.html" title="Ho! Ho! Ho!" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9iIbpaPvqU0/TvTk4dCEtGI/AAAAAAAADoI/Sv9-lRwaiGo/s72-c/arvore-natal2-g-20111205.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/12/ho-ho-ho.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4MQXw5eCp7ImA9WhRQFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-8362499373160835202</id><published>2011-12-12T06:03:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T06:03:00.220-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-12T06:03:00.220-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="música" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dançar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cantar" /><title>Celebrate!</title><content type="html">&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/q-uUKI7fDjA?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I lived in the Golden Age,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;giving it up on the Broadway stage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hang with the rats and smoke cigars,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;have a break with Frank and count the stars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dressed to the night, we've had to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shiny jewels, casino cash.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tapping feet, wanna take the lead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; A trip back in time is all I need!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sing it out loud, gonna get back honey!&lt;br /&gt;Sing it out loud, get away with me!&lt;br /&gt;Sing it out loud, on a trip back honey!&lt;br /&gt;Sing it out loud and let yourself free!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm on my way, gonna make it big, gonna make the songs for the chicks to dig.&lt;br /&gt;It's really hot and a little bit sour, we're getting your strength to maximum power.&lt;br /&gt;Flying away from reality, whatever ever happened to gravity?&lt;br /&gt;I see it clear, a shooting star!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I'm a really good singer la-di-da-da-da!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sing it out loud, gonna get back honey!&lt;br /&gt;Sing it out loud, get away with me!&lt;br /&gt;Sing it out loud, on a trip back honey!&lt;br /&gt;Sing it out loud and let yourself free! 2x&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ooooh, Silver screen on a rainy day, sally balls in a cabaret.&lt;br /&gt;Shaking sticks, oh what a show,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; rushing joy from tip to toe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rambling down the boulevard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with a fire burning in a wooden heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mind is set, I walked the line!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never really thought it would feel this fine! Yeah!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sing it out loud, gonna get back honey!&lt;br /&gt;Sing it out loud, get away with me!&lt;br /&gt;Sing it out loud, on a trip back honey!&lt;br /&gt;Sing it out loud and let yourself free! 2x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have fun! (and sing ...LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Música e letra. Para celebrar. E dançar, se divertir -  naturalmente.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;beijos e boa semana,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-8362499373160835202?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/8362499373160835202/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/12/celebrate.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/8362499373160835202?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/8362499373160835202?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/niHQk05UZt0/celebrate.html" title="Celebrate!" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/q-uUKI7fDjA/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/12/celebrate.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIGRnw5eCp7ImA9WhRREEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-615119029785459242</id><published>2011-11-22T00:28:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T23:02:07.220-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-23T23:02:07.220-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Steve McCurry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fotografia" /><title>Fotografia</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/-_qfIX6slGhE/Tsw98RN0sOI/AAAAAAAADn8/Df0P3vyfwDg/s1600/steve4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qfIX6slGhE/Tsw98RN0sOI/AAAAAAAADn8/Df0P3vyfwDg/s400/steve4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677981335830180066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);" class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;Steve McCurry - foto divulgação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Está em cartaz em São Paulo uma maravilhosa exposição de fotografias do renomado fotógrafo &lt;a href="http://www.stevemccurry.com/main.php"&gt;Steve McCurry&lt;/a&gt;. São fotos sensíveis, excepcionalmente bem tiradas, um olhar mágico sobre momentos mágicos captados com perfeita precisão. Um artista ímpar atrás da lente.  Sensacional!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mostra está no Instituto &lt;a href="http://www.institutotomieohtake.org.br/programacao/expocartaz/tecartaz.htm"&gt;Tomie Ohtake&lt;/a&gt; até o dia 29 de janeiro de 2012.  Se estiver em São Paulo, não perca.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;De Terça a Domingo das 11:00 às 20:00h&lt;/span&gt;  e a entrada é gratuita. E antes que me esqueça, ele é o autor de uma das fotos que mais admiro:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" A menina Afegã de olhos verdes "&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Perfeita !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja o artigo publicado no Caderno de Cultura do  Jornal "O Estado de São Paulo":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A  mostra realizada em parceria com a Galeria Babel traz cerca de 100 imagens que  passam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pelos muitos lugares e muitas cores vivas presentes no trabalho do  fotógrafo americano,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trazendo também as  guerras, o atentado de 11 de setembro e  seu último rolo Kodachrome.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reconhecido universalmente como um dos maiores criadores de imagens da  atualidade, o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;autor da famosa foto da  menina Afegã e membro da Magnum Photos desde 1986 conquistou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vários entre os  mais importantes prêmios da fotografia. McCurry, de acordo com a tradição&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mais  refinada dos documentaristas, captura a essência das lutas e das alegrias  humanas&lt;/span&gt;.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sUgomrejxC8/TswzzN-ViPI/AAAAAAAADno/RA_HKM0D2Vw/s1600/steve10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sUgomrejxC8/TswzzN-ViPI/AAAAAAAADno/RA_HKM0D2Vw/s400/steve10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677970185224816882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link"&gt;Steve McCurry - foto divulgação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A exposição reúne alguns dos mais marcantes e reconhecidos grupos de  imagens de países como a Índia, Paquistão e Nigéria. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Há décadas McCurry percorre lugares incomuns, trazendo consigo imagens cuja solidez  narrativa  alimenta fantasias, mistérios e deslumbramentos acerca do  desconhecido – o  “outro” que conhecemos através de jornais, filmes e  revistas. Estão nesses  grupos de imagens retratos como a da garota  afegã refugiada que encara a lente  da câmera com um olhar que se tornou célebre em todo o mundo, ao lado de cenas  de festividades e rituais indianos que parecem saídos dos sonhos dos mais  inventivos diretores de arte e cenógrafos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XJufo-nKoNE/Tsw4sTr0ERI/AAAAAAAADnw/KkKKTh5ZcZQ/s1600/meninaafega4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DHuK2iueQv8/Tswzywg8s4I/AAAAAAAADnM/TuZUV2u9LbQ/s1600/Steve%2BMcCurry%2BDivulga%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DHuK2iueQv8/Tswzywg8s4I/AAAAAAAADnM/TuZUV2u9LbQ/s400/Steve%2BMcCurry%2BDivulga%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677970177316926338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link"&gt;Steve McCurry - foto divulgação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A estas imagens, juntam-se visadas  para paisagens naturais tão deslumbrantes quanto  surpreendentes, sobretudo  algumas registradas no Afeganistão, de onde o  senso comum não espera senão  imagens de guerra e miséria.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A exposição, contudo, não ignora a produção feita por McCurry ao pensar   visualmente a marca dos conflitos geopolíticos que marcaram as últimas  décadas, e traz um abrangente recorte destas  cenas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse conjunto, vemos as cicatrizes da  violência diretamente incrustadas nas terras das regiões&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;afetadas,  contextualizadas pelo mesmo território impressionante  cultural e  geograficamente  que se  revela na primeira parte da exposição.  O destaque, então, se dá pela inclusão de seis fotografias feitas em 11   de Setembro de 2001, em  Nova York. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A diferença entre a destruição das torres  gêmeas e os  inúmeros conflitos registrados, por  exemplo, no Kuwait, é que o  ataque em solo americano foi transmitido em  tempo real para todo o planeta. Por  isso, independentemente de  afinidades ideológicas, entende-se essa tragédia de  outra maneira:  conhece-se o seu tempo e o choque que provocou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A destruição  nos  escombros do World Trade Center, da forma como  foi registrada por McCurry,  ressignifica todas as demais imagens de  guerra presentes na exposição.      &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por fim, um grupo de imagens reunido por sua qualidade processual nos  aproxima de McCurry enquanto profissional. Trata-se das fotos tomadas com o  último rolo Kodachrome – película  famosa entre os fotógrafos por sua qualidade  cromática  e que deixou de ser fabricada pelo avanço das tecnologias digitais –   que passou pela mão de McCurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciente da escassez que tornava o rolo de  filme  de alguma maneira especial, o fotógrafo teve que repensar o  ritmo e a densidade  do ato fotográfico.  A série traz, no mesmo rolo, imagens de Robert de Niro,  atores  da Bollywood indiana, cenas urbanas e, até, os pés descalços  do  fotógrafo diante da televisão em um quarto de hotel.&lt;/span&gt;"  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(resenha publicada no Jornal "O Estado de São Paulo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale conferir, eu gostei muito e recomendo com certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="top: 1309px; left: 369px; width: 402px; text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Desejo a todos uma ótima semana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos,&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/32720546-615119029785459242?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/615119029785459242/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/11/fotografia.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/615119029785459242?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/615119029785459242?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/pXMVNgGUrMc/fotografia.html" title="Fotografia" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qfIX6slGhE/Tsw98RN0sOI/AAAAAAAADn8/Df0P3vyfwDg/s72-c/steve4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/11/fotografia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04MR3g8fSp7ImA9WhRSFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-6088768246606905195</id><published>2011-11-17T00:16:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T19:39:46.675-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-17T19:39:46.675-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aniversário" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="felicidade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogagem coletiva" /><title>Crossing Books &amp; People</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qgr99XBAcM/TsRmeCG8OmI/AAAAAAAADmo/DaNc1tKconI/s1600/92629864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qgr99XBAcM/TsRmeCG8OmI/AAAAAAAADmo/DaNc1tKconI/s400/92629864.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675774096541760098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu não conheço a moça-que-escreve-pensa-reflete-ajuda-coopera e nunca recusa: ela  é &lt;a href="http://luzdeluma.blogspot.com/"&gt;LUZ&lt;/a&gt;. Ela é &lt;a href="http://luzdeluma.blogspot.com/"&gt;LUMA &lt;/a&gt;= Luz de Luma. Yes, Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semanas atrás ela me convidou a participar do"Book Crossing Blogueiro" e eu aceitei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promessa é dívida e passei a frente um ótimo livro que li escrito por &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jos%C3%A9_Saramago"&gt;José Saramago&lt;/a&gt;. Deixei na Academia de Ginástica &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(com bilhete avisando que era "deixado " e não "esquecido")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e o livro se foi. Missão cumprida. Espero que gostem o tanto quanto apreciei a leitura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hyydt_wivRE/TsRjn1RwAyI/AAAAAAAADmc/CAcDb8CJdAE/s1600/183352_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 343px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hyydt_wivRE/TsRjn1RwAyI/AAAAAAAADmc/CAcDb8CJdAE/s400/183352_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675770966361244450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já que estou por aqui para confirmar participação eu aproveito para desejar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feliz Aniversário&lt;/span&gt; à &lt;a href="http://luzdeluma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Luma &lt;/a&gt;e agradecer pelo lindo e expressivo trabalho que ela nos proporciona via net, via Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não conheço a moça-que-escreve-pensa-reflete-ajuda-coopera e nunca recusa: ela  é &lt;a href="http://luzdeluma.blogspot.com/"&gt;LUZ&lt;/a&gt;. Ela é &lt;a href="http://luzdeluma.blogspot.com/"&gt;LUMA &lt;/a&gt;= Luz de Luma. Yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Party&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotfrog.co.uk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ddSXipbzG1c/TsV9ouWF8NI/AAAAAAAADnA/LWhII-4VvfI/s400/Celebration%2Bcakes%2BUK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676081043959312594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotfrog.co.uk"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos querida, aproveite seu dia, seu tempo.  Hoje. Sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Let´s party, always!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/32720546-6088768246606905195?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/6088768246606905195/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/11/crossing-books-people.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/6088768246606905195?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/6088768246606905195?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/HYoY3VicBg4/crossing-books-people.html" title="Crossing Books &amp; People" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qgr99XBAcM/TsRmeCG8OmI/AAAAAAAADmo/DaNc1tKconI/s72-c/92629864.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/11/crossing-books-people.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYCQXo-eCp7ImA9WhRTFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-3202718769733040028</id><published>2011-11-07T00:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T00:16:00.450-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-07T00:16:00.450-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mario Benedetti" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gente" /><title>Divagando ...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1EDVFfrJw4/Trcm5739EFI/AAAAAAAADl0/MXEyPyrNdP0/s1600/diverse-group-of-women-laughing1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1EDVFfrJw4/Trcm5739EFI/AAAAAAAADl0/MXEyPyrNdP0/s400/diverse-group-of-women-laughing1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672045032463208530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Eu  gosto de gente que vibra, que não tem de ser empurrada, que não tem de  dizer que faça as coisas, mas que sabe o que tem que fazer e que faz. A  gente que cultiva sues sonhos até que esses sonhos se apoderam de sua  própria realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eu gosto de gente com capacidade para assumir  as conseqüências de suas ações, de gente que arrisca o certo pelo  incerto para ir atrás de um sonho, que se permite, abandona os conselhos  sensatos deixando as soluções nas mãos de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eu gosto de  gente que é justa com sua gente e consigo mesma, da gente que agradece o  novo dia, as coisas boas que existem em sua vida, que vive cada hora  com bom animo dando o melhor de si, agradecido de estar vivo, de poder  distribuir sorrisos, de oferecer suas mãos e ajudar generosamente sem  esperar nada em troca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eu gosto da gente capaz de me criticar  construtivamente e de frente, mas sem me lastimar ou me ferir. Da gente  que tem tato. Gosto da gente que possui sentido de justiça. A estes  chamo de meus amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eu gosto da gente que sabe a importância da  alegria e a pratica. Da gente que por meio de piadas nos ensina a  conceber a vida com humor. Da gente que nunca deixa de ser animada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eu gosto de gente sincera e franca, capaz de se opor com argumentos razoáveis a qualquer decisão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Gosto de gente fiel e persistente, que no descansa quando se trata de alcançar objetivos e idéias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eu  gosto da gente de critério, a que não se envergonha em reconhecer que  se equivocou ou que não sabe algo. De gente que, ao aceitar seus erros,  se esforça  genuinamente por não voltar a  cometê-los. De gente que luta  contra adversidades. Gosto de gente que busca soluções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eu gosto  da gente que pensa e medita  internamente.  De gente que valoriza seus  semelhantes, não por um estereotipo social, nem como se apresentam. De  gente que não julga, nem deixa que outros julguem. Gosta de gente que  tem personalidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eu gosto da gente que é capaz de entender que o  maior erro do ser humano é tentar arrancar da cabeça aquilo que não sai  do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A sensibilidade, a coragem, a solidariedade, a  bondade, o respeito, a tranqüilidade, os valores, a alegria, a  humildade, a fé, a felicidade, o tato, a confiança, a esperança, o  agradecimento, a sabedoria, os sonhos, o arrependimento, e o amor para  com os demais e consigo próprio são coisas fundamentais para se chamar  GENTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Com gente como essa, me comprometo, para o que seja, pelo  resto de minha vida... já que, por tê-los junto de mim, me dou por bem  retribuído."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Texto de Mario Benedetti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu também gosto de gente assim. Gosto mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenham todos uma ótima semana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos,&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/32720546-3202718769733040028?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/3202718769733040028/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/11/divagando.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/3202718769733040028?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/3202718769733040028?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/Sq6lr3s62y0/divagando.html" title="Divagando ..." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1EDVFfrJw4/Trcm5739EFI/AAAAAAAADl0/MXEyPyrNdP0/s72-c/diverse-group-of-women-laughing1-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/11/divagando.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMGRH89cCp7ImA9WhRTEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-7403875033984803240</id><published>2011-10-31T00:06:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T18:37:05.168-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-31T18:37:05.168-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Carlos Drummond de Andrade" /><title>Dia Drummond.</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/-sGf_ml7gXtc/Tq3-2VHn0RI/AAAAAAAADk0/hYqBYixv4EU/s1600/carlos-drummond-de-andrade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sGf_ml7gXtc/Tq3-2VHn0RI/AAAAAAAADk0/hYqBYixv4EU/s400/carlos-drummond-de-andrade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669467715264827666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;image &lt;a href="http://jairomedeiros2.blogspot.com/2009/11/biografia-de-carlos-drummond-de-andrade.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dia das Bruxas"..&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasceu &lt;/span&gt;poeta maior: &lt;a href="http://www.carlosdrummond.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Drummond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, ou seria o contrário ?&lt;br /&gt;No dia de &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drummond &lt;/span&gt;comemora-se &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;também &lt;/span&gt;o Dia das Bruxas ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(eu fico com a segunda hipótese...rs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Onde nasci, morri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Onde morri, existo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;      E das peles que visto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;      muitas há que não vi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;      Sem mim como sem ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;      posso durar. Desisto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;      de tudo quanto é misto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;      e que odiei ou senti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;      Nem Fausto nem Mefisto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;      à deusa que se ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;      deste nosso oaristo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;      eis-me a dizer: assisto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;      além, nenhum, aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;      mas não sou eu, nem isto.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;br /&gt;In Claro Enigma&lt;br /&gt;José Olympio, 1951&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, o mundo precisava "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;assistir&lt;/span&gt;" um pouco mais de Drummond. Ele faz falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje faz falta o "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;existir&lt;/span&gt;" Drummond, que sabia de amor, de bruxas... e de muito, muito mais.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-7403875033984803240?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/7403875033984803240/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/10/dia-drummond.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/7403875033984803240?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/7403875033984803240?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/ly9ljWDVyt8/dia-drummond.html" title="Dia Drummond." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sGf_ml7gXtc/Tq3-2VHn0RI/AAAAAAAADk0/hYqBYixv4EU/s72-c/carlos-drummond-de-andrade.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/10/dia-drummond.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcCQX0zcSp7ImA9WhdaFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-7829850199515519468</id><published>2011-10-24T00:41:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T00:41:00.389-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-24T00:41:00.389-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ginástica" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mudanças" /><title>Mudança de estilo</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/-KhiBHFUIpLY/TqS-8P0_XNI/AAAAAAAADko/SNXZ_nA4wzM/s1600/cartoon_fitness_lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KhiBHFUIpLY/TqS-8P0_XNI/AAAAAAAADko/SNXZ_nA4wzM/s400/cartoon_fitness_lady.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666864173389143250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="titulo"&gt;"Amar é ultrapassarmo-nos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Oscar Wilde)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sou Virginiana e como é sabido: avessa à mudanças ! Honestamente não tem nada que me irrite mais do que mudança (em qualquer nível)  seja de casa, de trabalho, de cidade, de bolsa  (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIM&lt;/span&gt;: eu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;de.tes.to&lt;/span&gt; mudar de bolsa - se depender de mim uso a mesma o ano inteiro! ...rs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não é que eu &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"aprendi"&lt;/span&gt;  a gostar de uma coisa que eu não gostava e que não fazia parte da minha vida até 3 meses atrás?  Não estou falando de comida e nem de bebida: o assunto é &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ginástica &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;academia &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;exercício  &lt;/span&gt;e afins ! rs   Pode isso ???&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/-goS7oiVoCrA/TqS7OZso_JI/AAAAAAAADkQ/VvyCj2xDUjM/s1600/workout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-goS7oiVoCrA/TqS7OZso_JI/AAAAAAAADkQ/VvyCj2xDUjM/s400/workout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666860087229611154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nem eu acredito, sério mesmo. Eu era do tipo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"pago para não fazer"&lt;/span&gt; mas  mudei e, não nego que houve uma leve advertência da minha jovem médica:...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" se você não se mexer pode desenvolver diabetes".&lt;/span&gt;.. e essa foi a palavra mágica: "&lt;a href="http://www.diabetes.org.br/tudo-sobre-diabetes"&gt;Diabetes&lt;/a&gt;" ! Pensei na mesma hora: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Estou fora!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tem como evitar - respondi:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Estou dentro !" &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;E agora sou frequentadora assídua de academia de ginástica, com tudo que tenho direito.  Quem diria, quem diria... rs  E gosto muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falando sério, descobri em algo que literalmente &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;rejeitava &lt;/span&gt;um nova fonte de prazer, de curtir e melhor que tudo - uma mudança de estilo e, consequentemente, de me sentir bem. Busquei, tentei, fiz. Curti.    Eu me ultrapassei. Ponto final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa semana a todos.&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/32720546-7829850199515519468?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/7829850199515519468/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/10/mudanca-de-estilo.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/7829850199515519468?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/7829850199515519468?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/WZQgcoB7E1c/mudanca-de-estilo.html" title="Mudança de estilo" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KhiBHFUIpLY/TqS-8P0_XNI/AAAAAAAADko/SNXZ_nA4wzM/s72-c/cartoon_fitness_lady.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/10/mudanca-de-estilo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MHRXc9eSp7ImA9WhdbGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-2490232110827681796</id><published>2011-10-17T00:06:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T20:43:54.961-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-17T20:43:54.961-02:00</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="Clarice Lispector" /><title>Apesar de.</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ix56VpBrj28/TpuA1fhtCTI/AAAAAAAADjs/Ywz0CivTnTE/s1600/BEIJO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ix56VpBrj28/TpuA1fhtCTI/AAAAAAAADjs/Ywz0CivTnTE/s400/BEIJO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664262612832815410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... uma das coisas que aprendi é que se deve viver &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"apesar de".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar  de, se deve comer.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de, se deve amar.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de, se deve morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inclusive muitas vezes é o próprio &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"apesar de"&lt;/span&gt; que nos empurra para a  frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"apesar de"&lt;/span&gt; que me deu uma angústia que insatisfeita&lt;br /&gt;foi a  criadora de minha própria vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apesar de&lt;/span&gt; que parei na rua e fiquei  olhando para você enquanto você esperava um táxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E desde logo desejando  você, esse teu corpo que nem sequer é bonito, mas é o corpo que eu  quero. Mas quero inteiro, com a alma também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, não faz mal que  você não venha, esperarei quanto tempo for preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Não preciso dizer nada: é simplesmente perfeito ! (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu esperaria&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo uma boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/32720546-2490232110827681796?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/2490232110827681796/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/10/apesar-de.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/2490232110827681796?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/2490232110827681796?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/pVNpKzIvtX4/apesar-de.html" title="Apesar de." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ix56VpBrj28/TpuA1fhtCTI/AAAAAAAADjs/Ywz0CivTnTE/s72-c/BEIJO.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/10/apesar-de.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUCQXc6eyp7ImA9WhdbEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-51888332958531752</id><published>2011-10-10T00:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T00:11:00.913-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-10T00:11:00.913-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vida" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homenagem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="genio" /><title>Gênio!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bxbYyZgCHn4/To4w0nxmfLI/AAAAAAAADjU/NUp5mvUSXEw/s1600/Steve%2BJobs%2Bmemory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bxbYyZgCHn4/To4w0nxmfLI/AAAAAAAADjU/NUp5mvUSXEw/s400/Steve%2BJobs%2Bmemory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660515462239648946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life,”  Jobs said. “Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results  of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions  drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to  follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you  truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;" O seu tempo é limitado, então não o desperdice vivendo a vida dos outros, disse Jobs. Não se deixe pegar pelo dogma - que é viver com o resultado do pensamento dos outros. Não deixe que o barulho da opinião alheia tire o som da sua própria voz interior. E, mais importante que tudo, tenha a coragem de seguir seu coração e sua intuição. Elas, de alguma forma, já sabem o que você realmente quer se tornar. Tudo mais é secundário." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(tradução livre by Tina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wj1ysdPE1HY/To0Of1Qd6mI/AAAAAAAADjM/EOrhOPDICRU/s1600/Apple-Steve-Jobs-luto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wj1ysdPE1HY/To0Of1Qd6mI/AAAAAAAADjM/EOrhOPDICRU/s400/Apple-Steve-Jobs-luto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660196246709463650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagem da Net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simples assim. Gênio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa semana a todos.&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/32720546-51888332958531752?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/51888332958531752/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/10/genio.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/51888332958531752?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/51888332958531752?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/6sbCQd7hw54/genio.html" title="Gênio!" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bxbYyZgCHn4/To4w0nxmfLI/AAAAAAAADjU/NUp5mvUSXEw/s72-c/Steve%2BJobs%2Bmemory.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/10/genio.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4CRHk7fCp7ImA9WhdUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-4489443708415542602</id><published>2011-10-03T00:24:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:06:05.704-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-03T23:06:05.704-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filosofia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cora Coralina" /><title>Sabedoria</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YB1jBHss47Y/ToeJIeRwImI/AAAAAAAADi4/z556XNTToD0/s1600/Autumn.westonbirt.750pix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YB1jBHss47Y/ToeJIeRwImI/AAAAAAAADi4/z556XNTToD0/s400/Autumn.westonbirt.750pix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658642235473797730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#C0504D;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#C0504D;"&gt;Um repórter perguntou à&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cora Coralina&lt;/span&gt; :  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que é viver bem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#C0504D;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ela lhe disse:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;background:white" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#C0504D;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Eu não tenho medo dos anos e não penso em velhice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;E digo prá você, não pense. Nunca diga estou envelhecendo, estou ficando velha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu não digo. Eu não digo estou velha, e não digo que estou ouvindo pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É claro que quando preciso de ajuda, eu digo que preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Procuro sempre ler e estar atualizada com os fato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; e isso me ajuda a vencer as dificuldades da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; O melhor roteiro é ler e se praticar o que lê. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O bom é produzir sempre e não dormir de dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Também não diga prá você que está ficando esquecida,porque assim você fica mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Nunca digo que estou doente, digo sempre: estou ótima. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu não digo nunca que estou cansada.Nada de palavra negativa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Quanto mais você diz estar ficando cansada e esquecida, mais esquecida fica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Você vai se convencendo daquilo e convence os outros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Então silêncio!Sei que tenho muitos anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sei que venho do século passado, e que trago comigo todas as idades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; mas não sei se sou velha não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Você acha que eu sou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Posso dizer que eu sou a terra e nada mais quero ser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Filha dessa abençoada terra de Goiás.Convoco os velhos como eu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ou mais velhos que eu, para exercerem seus direitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sei que alguém vai ter que me enterrar, mas eu não vou fazer isso comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tenho  consciência de ser autêntica e procuro superar todos os dias minha  própria personalidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; despedaçando dentro de mim tudo que é velho e  morto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;pois lutar é a palavra vibrante que levanta os fracos e determina  os fortes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O importante é semear, produzir milhões de sorrisos de solidariedade e amizade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Procuro semear otimismo e plantar sementes de paz e justiça. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Digo o que penso, com esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Penso no que faço, com fé. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Faço o que devo fazer, com amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu me esforço para ser cada dia melhor, pois bondade também se aprende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mesmo  quando tudo parece desabar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; cabe a mim decidir entre rir ou chorar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ir  ou ficar, desistir ou lutar; porque descobri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;no caminho incerto da  vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;que o mais importante é o decidir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(Cora Coralina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ler isso faz um bem enorme, levanta o astral, demonstra uma enorme sabedoria - um misto de vivência, filosofia e sentimento.  Perfeito para iniciar o mês, a semana, o dia, seu momento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenham todos uma ótima semana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos,&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/32720546-4489443708415542602?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/4489443708415542602/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/10/sabedoria.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/4489443708415542602?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYFQXYzcSp7ImA9WhdUEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-5675167062355190744</id><published>2011-09-26T00:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T12:15:10.889-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-26T12:15:10.889-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thiago de Mello" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="estatuto" /><title>Estatutos do Homem</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-__nfdRKofHo/ToCR74PuP-I/AAAAAAAADiY/IiVRKyXEWzo/s1600/Girassois%2Bin%2BAMS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-__nfdRKofHo/ToCR74PuP-I/AAAAAAAADiY/IiVRKyXEWzo/s400/Girassois%2Bin%2BAMS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656681589873983458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os Estatutos do Homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thiago de Mello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ato Institucional Permanente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Carlos Heitor Cony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artigo I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica decretado que agora vale a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que agora vale a vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que de mãos dadas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trabalharemos todos pela vida verdadeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artigo II.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica decretado que todos os dias da semana,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inclusive as terças-feiras mais cinzentas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;têm direito a converter-se em manhãs de domingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artigo III.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica decretado que, a partir deste instante,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haverá girassóis em todas as janelas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que os girassóis terão direito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a abrir-se dentro da sombra;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que as janelas devem permanecer, o dia inteiro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abertas para o verde onde cresce a esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artigo IV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica decretado que o homem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não precisará nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duvidar do homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o homem confiará no homem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como a palmeira confia no vento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como o vento confia no ar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como o ar confia no campo azul do céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parágrafo Único:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem confiará no homem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como um menino confia em outro menino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artigo V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica decretado que os homens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estão livres do jugo da mentira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais será preciso usar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couraça do silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nem a armadura de palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem se sentará à mesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com seu olhar limpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque a verdade passará a ser servida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antes da sobremesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artigo VI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica estabelecida, durante dez séculos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a prática sonhada pelo profeta Isaías,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o lobo e o cordeiro pastarão juntos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a comida de ambos terá o mesmo gosto de aurora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artigo VII.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por decreto irrevogável fica estabelecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o reinado permanente da justiça e da claridade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a alegria será uma bandeira generosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para sempre desfraldada na alma do povo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artigo VIII.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica decretado que a maior dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempre foi e será sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não poder dar-se amor a quem se ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e saber que é a água&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que dá à planta o milagre da flor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artigo IX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica permitido que o pão de cada dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenha no homem o sinal de seu suor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas que sobretudo tenha sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o quente sabor da ternura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artigo X.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica permitido a qualquer pessoa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a qualquer hora da vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o uso do traje branco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artigo XI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica decretado, por definição,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que o homem é um animal que ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que por isso é belo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muito mais belo que a estrela da manhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artigo XII.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decreta-se que nada será obrigado nem proibido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tudo será permitido,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inclusive brincar com os rinocerontes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e caminhar pelas tardes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com uma imensa begônia na lapela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parágrafo único:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Só uma coisa fica proibida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;amar sem amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artigo XIII.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica decretado que o dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não poderá nunca mais comprar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sol das manhãs vindouras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expulso do grande baú do medo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o dinheiro se transformará em uma espada fraternal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para defender o direito de cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a festa do dia que chegou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artigo Final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica proibido o uso da palavra liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a qual será suprimida dos dicionários&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e do pântano enganoso das bocas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir deste instante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a liberdade será algo vivo e transparente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como um fogo ou um rio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a sua morada será sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o coração do homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santiago do Chile, abril de 1964&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Publicado no livro Faz Escuro Mas Eu Canto: Porque a Manhã Vai Chegar 1965.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In: MELLO, Thiago de. Vento geral, 1951/1981: doze livros de poemas. 2.ed. Rio de Janeiro: Civilização Brasileira, 198&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei disso, bem que poderia se tornar verdade, mesmo que fosse por decreto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa semana a todos.&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/32720546-5675167062355190744?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/5675167062355190744/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/09/estatutos-do-homem.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/5675167062355190744?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/5675167062355190744?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/4qUBiYP0ZzE/estatutos-do-homem.html" title="Estatutos do Homem" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-__nfdRKofHo/ToCR74PuP-I/AAAAAAAADiY/IiVRKyXEWzo/s72-c/Girassois%2Bin%2BAMS.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/09/estatutos-do-homem.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8NRn48eyp7ImA9WhdVFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-2701051715226352354</id><published>2011-09-19T00:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T01:01:37.073-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-19T01:01:37.073-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aniversário" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="saudade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="neto" /><title>Setembro...</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/-JgUwHTcnCn8/TnakcMHPMXI/AAAAAAAADiA/XoLdfy0ArDw/s1600/My%2Bpurple%2Bflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JgUwHTcnCn8/TnakcMHPMXI/AAAAAAAADiA/XoLdfy0ArDw/s400/My%2Bpurple%2Bflowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653887186405110130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Flowers by Tina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu já falei isso uma vez por aqui e repito: sempre disse que gostaria de ter nascido em &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Setembro &lt;/span&gt;- até que "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;setembros&lt;/span&gt;" aconteceram em mim.  Não tenho mais dúvida quanto a isso: continuo com Agosto, com gosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos últimos tempos os "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Setembros&lt;/span&gt;" marcaram, lavaram, doeram, levaram, mas principalmente trouxeram: brilho, alegria, cor, sorriso e amor, muiiiiiiiiiiiiito amor para minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicado esse começo de post, não ? Eu explico de leve, sem muito rodeio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Setembro&lt;/span&gt;, eu bem me lembro (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;mas queria esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;..) levou meu pai tão querido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Setembro  &lt;/span&gt;de novo,  não contente, 4 anos depois, levou também minha mãe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E eu achava que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Setembro &lt;/span&gt;tinha perdido a sua cor, seu sabor: pura ilusão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Setembro &lt;/span&gt;ganhei uma nova cor, uma nova vida, meu grande &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;:  meu lindo-fofo-amado-querido-neto: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREGORY&lt;/span&gt;! E ele faz 4 aninhos dia 25 de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Setembro &lt;/span&gt;e é a razão do meu viver !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1AHzbdokG-s/TnaZMxBRuuI/AAAAAAAADhw/II_1HcE7xng/s1600/Greg%2B%2526%2BBobSponja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1AHzbdokG-s/TnaZMxBRuuI/AAAAAAAADhw/II_1HcE7xng/s400/Greg%2B%2526%2BBobSponja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653874826806409954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alguém duvida ao olhar essa carinha ? rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daqui para frente todos os &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Setembros &lt;/span&gt;serão lindos, curtidos, queridos e mais de vividos pela simples razão de meu novo viver! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Setembro &lt;/span&gt;é cor, é vida, é alegria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pnwCJn19kq0/TnabdQDYDYI/AAAAAAAADh4/IY-r0rBnrBY/s1600/Mix%2BFlowers.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pnwCJn19kq0/TnabdQDYDYI/AAAAAAAADh4/IY-r0rBnrBY/s400/Mix%2BFlowers.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653877309037874562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida nos prepara boas surpresas sempre maiores que nossas tristezas. Certeza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a todos uma linda e alegre semana! A minha será.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos,&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/32720546-2701051715226352354?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/2701051715226352354/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/09/setembro.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/2701051715226352354?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/2701051715226352354?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/XAJH_U9VvmU/setembro.html" title="Setembro..." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JgUwHTcnCn8/TnakcMHPMXI/AAAAAAAADiA/XoLdfy0ArDw/s72-c/My%2Bpurple%2Bflowers.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/09/setembro.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08EQXg9fSp7ImA9WhdWGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-3919523427414743387</id><published>2011-09-13T00:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T00:50:00.665-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-13T00:50:00.665-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Oscar Wilde" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citações" /><title>Divagando...</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/-SaYi4WN2j1A/Tm1vyvfnhbI/AAAAAAAADhY/8SkGCHJoQHE/s1600/water-waves_9269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SaYi4WN2j1A/Tm1vyvfnhbI/AAAAAAAADhY/8SkGCHJoQHE/s400/water-waves_9269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651296024953062834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A certeza é fatal. O que me encanta é a incerteza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A neblina torna as coisas maravilhosas.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Oscar Wilde)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu assino embaixo: concordo em gênero, número e grau. Fácil ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenham um ótima semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos,&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/32720546-3919523427414743387?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/3919523427414743387/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/09/divagando_13.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/3919523427414743387?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/3919523427414743387?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/PNmgkt7uZcY/divagando_13.html" title="Divagando..." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SaYi4WN2j1A/Tm1vyvfnhbI/AAAAAAAADhY/8SkGCHJoQHE/s72-c/water-waves_9269.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/09/divagando_13.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQHRHozfip7ImA9WhdWEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-7868309424250657387</id><published>2011-09-05T00:24:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T01:35:35.486-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-05T01:35:35.486-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citações" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="religião" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crença" /><title>Divagando ...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w2JbRPfDWBw/TmRKy2E5FPI/AAAAAAAADhQ/0qlwqpETKo8/s1600/ph2042885500049922359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w2JbRPfDWBw/TmRKy2E5FPI/AAAAAAAADhQ/0qlwqpETKo8/s400/ph2042885500049922359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648722069999391986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eu estava na Missa e eis que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parte &lt;/span&gt;de uma das leituras do dia era essa:
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;" Não fiqueis devendo nada a ninguém, a não ser o amor mútuo,
&lt;br /&gt;pois quem ama o próximo está cumprindo a Lei....
&lt;br /&gt;... Amarás a teu próximo como a ti mesmo ...
&lt;br /&gt;O amor não faz nenhum mal  contra o próximo.
&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, o amor é o cumprimento perfeito da Lei...".
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Carta de São Paulo aos Romanos)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Existem certas frases, citações, dizeres, leituras, mensagens ou qualquer seja o nome que derem que, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na minha opinião&lt;/span&gt;,  estão acima de tudo e isso independe da crença, religião ou devoção.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Essa é uma delas, e repito, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na minha opinião&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; resume tudo.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Tenham 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;
&lt;br /&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-7868309424250657387?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/7868309424250657387/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/09/divagando.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/7868309424250657387?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/7868309424250657387?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/kcICKRvF9ZQ/divagando.html" title="Divagando ..." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w2JbRPfDWBw/TmRKy2E5FPI/AAAAAAAADhQ/0qlwqpETKo8/s72-c/ph2042885500049922359.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/09/divagando.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEGQXkzfCp7ImA9WhdXFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-7879821121419328710</id><published>2011-08-28T22:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T22:17:00.784-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-28T22:17:00.784-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aniversário" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="azul" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="festa" /><title>Celebrando in blue</title><content type="html">
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esta semana celebrando a vida, escolhi fazê-lo em imagens e tenho que admitir:
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img809.imageshack.us/img809/9849/52c1hl1314579881.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Paraíso existe!
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img839.imageshack.us/img839/1778/jm1dxl1314574460.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E está bem ali, situado no Mediterrâneo,
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/7655/mpezlr1314576860.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estaria nesta ilhota -igreja ? Ou no azul de luz desta gruta ?
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iQED4yRQI20/Tlrfh7hpocI/AAAAAAAADhI/Xs1T5ynSZw0/s1600/Santoniri%2BWeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 470px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iQED4yRQI20/Tlrfh7hpocI/AAAAAAAADhI/Xs1T5ynSZw0/s400/Santoniri%2BWeb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646070856869847490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os deuses já habitaram essas paragens...
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/6528/pmndou1314577782.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Não dá para descrever em um post apenas as belezas presenciadas nesta viagem, mas prometo várias fotos mais - é só ter paciência - pois foram milhares...rs
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/1203/gl36xc1314573856.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Vou seguindo o azul infinito, bordado de branco em forma de espuma.  Presente da natureza que enche os olhos, tira o fôlego e acalenta a alma.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Vou seguindo, celebrando dessa maneira linda,  mais uma primavera.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a todos uma linda 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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-7879821121419328710?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/7879821121419328710/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/08/celebrando.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/7879821121419328710?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/7879821121419328710?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/i3jQENjw_Uo/celebrando.html" title="Celebrando in blue" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iQED4yRQI20/Tlrfh7hpocI/AAAAAAAADhI/Xs1T5ynSZw0/s72-c/Santoniri%2BWeb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/08/celebrando.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYCQX4-eCp7ImA9WhdSFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-5514354709639791402</id><published>2011-07-25T00:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T00:06:00.050-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-25T00:06:00.050-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Clarice Lispector" /><title>Divagando...</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/SRNVt3VBrFI/AAAAAAAACLY/8AzZiqqkoS0/s1600-h/Clarice.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SRNVt3VBrFI/AAAAAAAACLY/8AzZiqqkoS0/s400/Clarice.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265646635760856146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caricatura by &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.br/url?sa=t&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;ct=res&amp;amp;cd=2&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fpt.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FC%25C3%25A1ssio_Loredano&amp;amp;ei=6FcTSaP_Mpii8QSn_YHRBg&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNFOo5Uk1_PeXKOVVBGw2AOioSlanQ&amp;amp;sig2=Np9EjcXHGGHuotIntPlbAg"&gt;Loredano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Porque eu fazia do amor um cálculo matemático errado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensava que, somando as compreensões, eu amava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sabia que, somando as incompreensões &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;é que se ama verdadeiramente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque eu, só por ter tido carinho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensei que amar é fácil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem sou eu para discordar? Verdade  pura. Incontesta. Linda. De Clarice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Eu escrevo para nada e para ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Se alguém me ler será por conta própria e auto risco."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.Lispector  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca é demais postar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"coisas de Clarice"&lt;/span&gt; - basta apenas um olhar diferente - tudo muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa semana a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos,&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/32720546-5514354709639791402?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/5514354709639791402/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/07/divagando.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/5514354709639791402?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/5514354709639791402?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/gMS7bDyUpL0/divagando.html" title="Divagando..." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SRNVt3VBrFI/AAAAAAAACLY/8AzZiqqkoS0/s72-c/Clarice.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/07/divagando.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYEQXo_cSp7ImA9WhdTGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-7209328577040026204</id><published>2011-07-18T00:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T00:35:00.449-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-18T00:35:00.449-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amizade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amigos" /><title>Amigos!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendscraps.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.sendscraps.com/se/118/002.gif" alt="scrap for orkut" style="max-width:424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A amizade duplica as alegrias e divide as tristezas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Francis Bacon (1561 -1626)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendscraps.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.sendscraps.com/se/118/004.gif" alt="scraps" style="max-width:424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span class="titulo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Para conhecermos os amigos é necessário passar &lt;br /&gt;pelo sucesso e pela desgraça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No sucesso, verificamos a quantidade&lt;br /&gt;e, na  desgraça, a qualidade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Confúcio (-551 /-479)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para finalizar transcrevo parte de uma crônica de Rachel de Queiroz que na minha opinião define exatamente o que é um amigo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;" ... Um amigo velho não tem surpresas conosco, mas também não espera de nós o que não podemos dar. Não se escandaliza com o que fazemos, não se irrita, ou, se se irrita, é moderadamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Não precisa a gente lhe explicar nada, o mecanismo de novos interesses e até mesmo de novos amores, porque o velho amigo conhece todos os nossos mecanismos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfeito, dispensa qualquer adendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendscraps.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.sendscraps.com/se/042/053.gif" alt="orkut scraps" style="max-width:424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desejo a todos os meus amigos reais e virtuais uma linda semana e aproveito para contar que vou dar uma voltinha, passear um pouquinho, visitar gente muiiiiito querida - e volto logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos,&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;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendscraps.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.sendscraps.com/se/042/018.gif" alt="scraps orkut" style="max-width: 424px; width: 305px; height: 322px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/32720546-7209328577040026204?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/7209328577040026204/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/07/amigos.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/7209328577040026204?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/7209328577040026204?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/dAQEIkd7TTY/amigos.html" title="Amigos!" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Rivk-KJMvFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FIVvwVw-4ok/s400/bluemoon.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2011/07/amigos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

