<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623955933376275158</id><updated>2026-05-08T05:23:13.393-03:00</updated><category term="filmes"/><category term="poesias"/><category term="Livros"/><category term="brasil"/><category term="contos"/><category term="política"/><title type='text'>Geração Cultura</title><subtitle type='html'>&quot;Vamos aprender mergulhar &#xa;no oceano das palavras &#xa;para não nos afogar-mos &#xa;em nossa própria ignorância&quot;&#xa;&#xa;R.W Nogueira</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623955933376275158/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623955933376275158/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>R. W . Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242560395045797946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623955933376275158.post-3456054374160362901</id><published>2012-02-10T18:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:32:56.003-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brasil"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="política"/><title type='text'>‎&quot;A REVOLUÇÃO PELO POVO É A ÚNICA FORMA DE VERDADEIRA MUDANÇA NESSE PAÍS&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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A democracia foi feita para as necessidades do povo, o povo é a única &quot;classe&quot; que pode mudar esse país. Em eventos de &quot;Parada Gay e Carnaval&quot; comparecem mais 1 milhão e 500 mil pessoas, (nada contra a esses eventos)... E na &quot;Marcha Contra a corrupção&quot; tivemos 2.500 pessoas, o problema central desse país além de políticos corruptos são as &quot;prioridades do povo&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dos mesmos criadores de (A prova de fogo), (O Poder da Graça) é uma poderosa história sobre perdão com a violência de policiais ao lidar com o crime. O filme conta a história de Mac, que ao perder o filho em acidente sente raiva de Deus e de todos os outros, guardando amargura e dor por 17 anos.&lt;/div&gt;
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• Um filme que retrata vários pontos acerca da sociedade como Racismo, com grandes aprendizados na área emocional e familiar mostrando que cada um de nós tem uma missão nessa vida, mais acima de tudo é uma sólida afirmação de fé e perdão.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Um monte de ilusões falidas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;A vida parece estar sempre&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Recomeçando do mesmo ponto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;E como se você estando aqui&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Gostaria de estar lá, mas esteja onde estiver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Não faz diferença é la que você vai estar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Com todos seus erros e acertos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Fidelidades e Frustrações&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;A minha vida é cômica me sinto andando&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Sempre em círculos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;A falta de segurança a que me sujeitei se repete&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Mais um vez Sinto-me tola&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Mais um vez vou recomeçar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;E o que vou sentir desta vez?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;O sofrimento não tem valido a pena&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Nos iludimos com pessoas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Quando Acreditamos que elas sejam o que dizem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Nos decepcionamos quando descobrimos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Que não é diferente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Lamento a cada instante ter planejado, ou melhor,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Não planejado minha vida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Pensando no meu bem estar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Com isso me encontro mais uma vez sozinha com meus únicos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Amigos que jamais me decepcionaram&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Na dor não ausente desse coração sombrio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Pelo amor que se foi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;UM ROMANCE SOBRE O ESCRAVO QUE EDUCOU O FARAÓ CONSTRUTOR DA MAIS FAMOSA DAS PIRÂMIDES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Esta é a História da época do faraó Snefru e da rainha Heteferes, pais de Quéops, o construtor da maior e mais impressionante da pirâmides, e também é a história de Sedum, um escravo que chegou a ser mestre de Quéops.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Embarque nessa história fascinante que ocorre no Egito Antigo, o autor nos revela detalhes sobre a cultura milenar&amp;nbsp;Egípcia&amp;nbsp;através de um romance espledoroso e uma história inusitada sobre o filho de uma escrava que chegou a ser mestre do Faraó.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Jovem Americana viaja para Verona (Itália),a famosa e inspiradora cidade onde foi criada a personagem Julieta Capuleto - sim, aquela da clássica obra &quot;Romeu e Julieta&quot; de William Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;
È neste local que ela descobre um grupo de pessoas que costuma responder ás cartas - deixadas num muro - &amp;nbsp;daqueles em busca de conselhos sobre o amor. A garota então responde a uma dessas cartas, datada de 1951, o que acaba inspirando a autora a viajar &amp;nbsp;para a Itália em busca daquele que sempre foi sua verdadeira paixão.&lt;br /&gt;
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Havia um homem muito rico,possuía,muitos bens, uma grande fazenda, muito gado e vários empregados a seu serviço. Tinha ele um único filho, um único herdeiro, que, ao contrário do pai, não gostava de trabalho e nem de compromissos.&lt;br /&gt;
O que ele mais gostava era de festas, estar com amigos e de ser bajulados por eles. Seu pai sempre o advertia de que seus amigos só estavam ao seu lado enquanto ele tivesse o que lhes oferecer, depois o abandonariam.&lt;br /&gt;
Os insistentes conselhos do pai &quot;entravam por um ouvido e saiam pelo outro&quot; e ele logo se ausentava sem dar o mínimo de atenção. Um dia o velho pai, já avançado na idade, disse aos seus empregados para construírem um pequeno celeiro e dentro do celeiro ele mesmo fez uma forca, e junto a ela, uma placa com os dizeres: &quot;Para você nunca mais desprezar as palavras de seu pai&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
Mais tarde chamou o filho, levou-o até o celeiro e disse:&lt;br /&gt;
- &quot;Meu filho, eu já estou velho e quando eu partir, você tomará conta de tudo o &amp;nbsp;que é meu, e sei qual será seu futuro. Você vai deixar a fazenda nas mãos dos empregados e irá gastar todo o dinheiro com seus amigos, poderá vender os animais e os bens pra se sustentar, e quando não tiver mais dinheiro seus amigos vão se afastar de você. E quando você não tiver mais nada, vai se arrepender amargamente de não ter me dado ouvidos.&amp;nbsp;É&amp;nbsp;por isso que eu construí essa forca,sim, ela é para você, e quero que você me prometa que se acontecer o que eu disse, você se enforcará nela&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
O jovem riu, achou um absurdo, mas, para não contrariar o pai, prometeu e pensou que jamais isso pudesse ocorrer. O tempo passou, o pai morreu e seu filho tomou conta de tudo, mas assim como se havia previsto, o jovem gastou tudo, vendeu os bens, perdeu os amigos e a própria dignidade.&lt;br /&gt;
Desesperado e aflito, começou a refletir sobre a sua vida e viu que havia sido um tolo, lembrou-se do pai e começou a chorar e dizer:&lt;br /&gt;
- Ah meu pai se eu tivesse ouvido os seus conselhos...mas agora é tarde demais.&lt;br /&gt;
Pesaroso, o jovem levantou os olhos, e longe avistou o pequeno celeiro...era a única coisa que lhe restava.&lt;br /&gt;
A passos lentos se dirigiu até lá e, entrando, viu a forca e a placa empoeirada e disse:&lt;br /&gt;
- Eu nunca segui as palavras do meu pai, não pude alegrá-lo quando estava vivo, mas pelo menos desta vez vou cumprir a vontade dele, vou cumprir minha promessa, não me resta mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;
Então subiu nos degraus e colocou a corda no pescoço, e disse:&lt;br /&gt;
- Ah, se eu tivesse uma nova chance...&lt;br /&gt;
Então pulou,sentiu por um instante a corda apertar sua garganta, mas o braço da forca era oco e quebrou-se facilmente. O rapaz caiu no chão, e sobre ele caíram milhares de jóias,esmeraldas,pérolas,diamantes; a forca estava cheia de pedras preciosas, e um bilhete que dizia:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Essa é a sua nova chance, eu te Amo muito.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Conto retirado do livro: &quot;Aprender com erros e crescer com os acertos&quot; de Paulo Cisneiros&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/feeds/7103318713209353275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-pai-nunca-desiste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623955933376275158/posts/default/7103318713209353275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623955933376275158/posts/default/7103318713209353275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-pai-nunca-desiste.html' title='O PAI NUNCA DESISTE !!!!'/><author><name>R. W . Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242560395045797946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HBCNvNMeEro/Ta7lPC7OPfI/AAAAAAAAAgs/SkQcc7-0C5c/s72-c/pai+e+filho.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623955933376275158.post-1264673930635583318</id><published>2012-01-20T16:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:40:41.575-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesias"/><title type='text'>VOCÊ É PARTE DE MIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Não se sinta abandonada ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Pois estou sempre com voce ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Não vou deixá-la ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Pois você é parte de mim ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;È meu propósito ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;E eu mesmo ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Portanto chame ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;E onde ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Você estiver ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Separada da parte que sou eu ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;E eu estarei lá.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ao romper da segunda guerra mundia, milhares de poloneses,russos,iugoslavos,usbeques e até americanos, são enviados aos campos de concentração de trabalhos forçados na Sibéria os chamado&quot;Gulags&quot; de onde é praticamente impossível escapar pela vastidão do território e pela condição climática intensa. Mas o desespero e sede de liberdade de um grupo de &amp;nbsp;sete prisioneiros resolve arriscar a MAIS LONGA E DURA CAMINHADA pela sobrevivência que se tem notícia. O Grupo &amp;nbsp;é formado por presos políticos,assassinos, pessoas contra o regime comunista que lutam desesperadamente por sobrevivência enquanto a &amp;nbsp;mescla a forte temática social com pitadas de alívio cômico em quase toda jornada.&lt;/div&gt;
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No elenco temos Colin Farrel numa excelente interpretação de um &quot;Urki&quot;(casta de criminosos ) e uma promissora atriz chamada Saoirse Ronan interpretando uma jovem que também foge da URSS.&lt;/div&gt;
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• E você quantos Km caminharia para salvar a sua vida?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/feeds/1505238064325412954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/2012/01/filme-de-hoje_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623955933376275158/posts/default/1505238064325412954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623955933376275158/posts/default/1505238064325412954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/2012/01/filme-de-hoje_18.html' title='FILME DE HOJE'/><author><name>R. W . Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242560395045797946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OmMiCUuWYK0/TkLFwvVh8OI/AAAAAAAADsg/GG0siSQk6Cw/s72-c/caminh" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623955933376275158.post-8194015087748659768</id><published>2012-01-18T13:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:42:48.941-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesias"/><title type='text'>ANSEIOS DO INFINITO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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- &lt;i&gt;Quando a gente está triste demais, gostamos do pôr do sol..&lt;/i&gt;.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Trecho do Livro &quot; O Pequeno príncipe&quot; de Saint Exupéry&lt;/div&gt;
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Esta passagem do Pequeno Príncipe me questiona e impressiona ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Há uma tristeza que se confunde com melancolia, com saudade, com nostalgia... mas de quê?&lt;/div&gt;
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- Do infinito que mora dentro da gente e é sufocado pelas preocupações terrenas, na luta voraz pela sobrevivência?&lt;/div&gt;
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Atrás de um &quot;pôr do sol&quot; há horizontes que nossos olhos não atingem.&lt;/div&gt;
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Nossas insatisfações constantes não seriam uma busca, consciente ou inconsciente, do ETERNO para o qual encaminhamos nossos passos e que, &amp;nbsp;inevitavelmente nos aguarda?&lt;/div&gt;
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E DEUS, não tem ele uma palavra a me dizer, nessa agitação em que não encontro paz que minha alma tanto anseia?&lt;/div&gt;
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Nos momentos em que estou a sós comigo, parece que uma ESTRANHA SAUDADE toma conta de mim, saudade de alguém que nem sei ao certo quem é e se merece todo esse meu sentimento.&lt;/div&gt;
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Saudade que ao mesmo tempo é esperança-de-encontro com tudo aquilo que a terra não pode me dar.&lt;/div&gt;
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E fico imaginando, como seria bom um oásis de paz!&lt;/div&gt;
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Como seria bom, encontrar as resposta para as inquietudes do coração!&lt;/div&gt;
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Como seria bom, se a tristeza acabasse!&lt;/div&gt;
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E a alegria fosse infinita!...&lt;/div&gt;
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Tudo isso, e muito mais esconde-se atrás do &quot;pôr do sol&quot; do Pequeno príncipe.&lt;/div&gt;
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A nostalgia de quem se sente estranho em terra que é sua e também não é.&lt;/div&gt;
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A sensação de peregrino na instabilidade de uma vida que é breve e incerta...&lt;/div&gt;
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Tudo isso questiona a minha descrença.&lt;/div&gt;
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Arrasa minha auto-suficiência.&lt;/div&gt;
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Derruba minha pouca sabedoria.&lt;/div&gt;
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E de mãos vazias, dou pequenos passos para o infinito.&lt;/div&gt;
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Para onde estou caminhando?...&lt;/div&gt;
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Quem me apontará o caminho certo?...&lt;/div&gt;
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Só o TEMPO responderá.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;SEM LIMITES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Há anos o escritor Eddie Morra ( Bradley Cooper) está sofrendo um bloqueio criativo. Quando um velho amigo lhe apresenta um remédio revolucionário, sua vida muda instantaneamente. Com o remédio Eddie &amp;nbsp;passa a usar 100% do seu cérebro, ele consegue lembrar de tudo o que já leu, ouviu ou viu em toda sua vida. Aprende línguas, faz cálculos, consegue ler e escrever rapidamente, porém para que tudo isso ocorra ele precisa tomar o remédio todo dia, em poucas semanas Eddie vira o rei de Wall Street chamando a atenção do mega empresário Carl Von Loon( Robert De Niro) que o contrata para fechar um dos maiores negócios da história. Tendo se tornado uma pessoa perfeita, ele agora passará a viver sem limites.&lt;/div&gt;
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• E você o que faria se pudesse usar 100% do seu cérebro?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/feeds/8090784909304368206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/2012/01/filme-de-hoje_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623955933376275158/posts/default/8090784909304368206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623955933376275158/posts/default/8090784909304368206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/2012/01/filme-de-hoje_17.html' title='FILME  DE HOJE'/><author><name>R. W . Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242560395045797946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623955933376275158.post-2365542414501269739</id><published>2012-01-17T13:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:44:31.325-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesias"/><title type='text'>BATALHA DO AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Estou ferido, fui mais um combatente na batalha que é o amor...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Ainda não me recuperei...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;O tempo continua a passar, pois ele não para para lhe esperar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Rastejando pelos cantos procuro pistas do amor que um dia tive...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;A ferida se aprofunda...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Espero por vc que é a minha cura...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Deitado ao relento, a batalha continua a minha volta...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Dói tanto, isso simplesmente está acabando com o bem mais precioso que posso oferecer: &quot;MEU CORAÇÃO&quot;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Continuo tateando espaços desconhecidos na esperança de te encontrar, por favor não se esconda...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Apareça antes que eu me vá.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/feeds/2365542414501269739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/2012/01/batalha-do-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623955933376275158/posts/default/2365542414501269739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623955933376275158/posts/default/2365542414501269739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/2012/01/batalha-do-amor.html' title='BATALHA DO AMOR'/><author><name>R. W . Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242560395045797946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihV7OprGMrAPDT4Lpjxw1xtcWTtglY9f7aaSye_4jBRblhmRAQe-OaAjPla1fnSGEJG1L0h-bsRSdAq2N5WUPPlH8JPTXT1oEkB3VRViEIh-dGFNeaITyi1CR57htW4XFnozWnINMmOOPR/s72-c/_123007" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623955933376275158.post-3114547866670416846</id><published>2012-01-16T19:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:46:10.190-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesias"/><title type='text'>HÁ SEMPRE ALGUÉM DO NOSSO LADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&quot; Não esqueçam de que eu me achava a mil milhas de qualquer terra habitada.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Ora, o meu homenzinho não me parecia nem perdido, nem morto de fadiga, nem morto de fome, de sede ou de medo&quot;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;E quem ama de verdade, jamais se encontra perdido, nem no deserto nem na confusão da cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Quem ama de verdade, &quot;nunca esta morto de fome, nem de sede, nem de medo&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;tanto mais solitário me tornarei, e não haverá que consiga mais restituir-me a alegria de viver, se eu não disser a mim mesmo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot; Deixe os outros invadirem a casa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;abra os portões da desconfiança&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Jacob é um rapaz de 21 anos que abandona os estudos após a morte de seus pais e se junta ao circo dos Irmãos Benzini, o Maior Espetáculo da terra. Jacob desiste da faculdade de medicina veterinária na Yvy League School, e encontra seu lugar no circo cuidando dos animais selvagens e sarnentos. No circo, ele conhece se apaixona por Marlena, a estrela do Show que é casada com o treinador&amp;nbsp;paranoico,&amp;nbsp;esquizofrênico e dono do circo dos animais&lt;/div&gt;
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• Um filme de uma pureza incontestável, provando que o amor resiste a muitas batalhas e quando 2 pessoas se amam de verdade não há limites para ficarem juntos.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/feeds/4793900400665160680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/2012/01/filme-de-hoje_15.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623955933376275158/posts/default/4793900400665160680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623955933376275158/posts/default/4793900400665160680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/2012/01/filme-de-hoje_15.html' title='FILME DE HOJE'/><author><name>R. W . Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242560395045797946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623955933376275158.post-6826915346133557654</id><published>2012-01-15T12:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:47:42.358-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesias"/><title type='text'>O AMOR É TUDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Nunca corri atrás de quem amei.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Simplesmente deixei que o tempo trouxesse até &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;mim quem realmente me ama...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Hj meu olhar Tenta &amp;nbsp;dizer muitas coisas,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;porém ao decorrer da maturidade &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;vou descobrindo que amar é muito mais sentir do que dizer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Ainda acredito que há uma chance da gente se encontrar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Sei que deus construiu uma ponte pra nós 2 em algum lugar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Ainda acredito que o amor não foi feito pra se criar mais&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;“Bebes chorões”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Ainda me mantenho a idéia fiel de que o amor é TUDO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Pois em uma troca de olhares se dizem 1000 coisas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;E a cada dia que passa, a lembrança do seu sorriso e o brilho do teu olhar aquece meu coração.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;E milhões de frases bonitas,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Jamais alcançariam o que eu sinto por você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/feeds/6826915346133557654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-amor-e-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623955933376275158/posts/default/6826915346133557654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623955933376275158/posts/default/6826915346133557654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-amor-e-tudo.html' title='O AMOR É TUDO'/><author><name>R. W . Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242560395045797946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623955933376275158.post-751868408154669322</id><published>2012-01-13T15:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:48:28.689-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filmes"/><title type='text'>FILME DE HOJE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Gerorg Hogg, um jovem jornalistas inglês, viaja para a China com o intuito de cobrir os acontecimentos da guerra. Ao testemunhar as atrocidades cometidas por tropas japonesas, pelas quais quase foi executado, é salvo por um guerrilheiro chinês e encaminhado a um refúgio numa antiga escola que abriga crianças órfãs.&lt;/div&gt;
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Com ajuda de uma corajosa enfermeira australiana Ratha Micthell, Hogg encara a maior e mais corajosa missão de sua vida: retirar todas as crianças do campo de batalha e levá-los a um lugar mais seguro. Uma jornada extraordinária por centenas de quilômetros de montanhas cobertas de neve e um imperdoável deserto. Lançado ao longo do caminho, ás mais inesperadas situações, este grupo de crianças descobre na dor da força da união e a capacidade &amp;nbsp;de amor incondicional.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Sempre detestei o erro, porém sempre amei as pessoas erradas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Pensei muitas vezes em desistir do amor que concomitante a ele&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Levam-me a um mar de sentimentos que podem causar saudades&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Mas nunca o esquecimento.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Pois no amor você pode amar, decepcionar-se ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;”Cansar-se”??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Ouvi dizer que muitos sentimentos “Cansam” ou “Desistem”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Mas não o “Amor”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Nenhum sentimento chega aos pés deste com tamanha teimosia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Ele pode até passar, mas nunca acabará.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Posto de lado jamais se conforma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Baseado nas memória de Valerie Plame, uma agente da CIA que teve sua carreira destruída e seu casamento levado até o limite quando sua identidade secreta é revelada por motivos políticos.&lt;/div&gt;
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Valerie &amp;nbsp;foi a responsável por conduzir a investigação sobre a existência de armas de destruição em massa no Iraque, para justificar a invasão Norte Americana no país. Após seu marido, escrever apara o The New York Times, sua vida e de seus contatos é colocada á ruína e sua vida pessoal ao colapso.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que negues o teu cansaço na luta pelo ideal maior&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que o teu sorriso seja contagiante aos que te cercam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que as tuas palavras sejam alvo certo aos ouvidos surdos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que todo acontecimento seja luz na estrada do teu caminhar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que Deus seja o referencial maior nos degraus da sua chegada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que o nada seja tudo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;E que nos próximos quando estiveres na direção escolher, não te importes com o ano, mas sim com a habilidade dos seus cinco sentidos no vai-e-vem dessa vida que nos leva aonde queremos e muitas vezes, até onde não sabemos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;AUTORA: A.M.NOGUEIRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/feeds/6311702451067309076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/2012/01/luiza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623955933376275158/posts/default/6311702451067309076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623955933376275158/posts/default/6311702451067309076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/2012/01/luiza.html' title='LUIZA'/><author><name>R. W . Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242560395045797946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623955933376275158.post-8915366001330441039</id><published>2012-01-11T16:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:53:18.187-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filmes"/><title type='text'>FILME DE HOJE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Um dos temas mais retratados e polêmicos da atualidade também é assunto no &quot;GERAÇÃO CULTURA&quot; esse filme é muito claro na forma como mostra o que esse tipo de assédio contra pessoas pode ocasionar na vida de quem é assediado.&lt;/div&gt;
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Jordi é um adolescente que perdeu recentemente seu pai e que, junto com a mãe, decide mudar de cidade para começar uma nova vida. Em princípio tudo parece bem, mas o destino reservado para ele será uma terrível surpresa já que quando Jordi passar pelo portão da nova escola, cruzará sem saber a tenebrosa &amp;nbsp;fronteira de um novo inferno.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seria a mais bela canção, a voz de Marisa Monte na madrugada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seria o amanhecer com toda a sua plenitude encantadora e reluzente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seria os anjos ao entoar sons envolventes em harpas abençoadas por nosso ser maior&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;O amor foi o mais lindo presente que um arcanjo me revelou em um poderoso ritual do bem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Autora: A.M. Nogueira&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/feeds/6154130929245146706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-que-e-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623955933376275158/posts/default/6154130929245146706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623955933376275158/posts/default/6154130929245146706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-que-e-o-amor.html' title='O QUE É O AMOR?'/><author><name>R. W . Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242560395045797946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivahdRXfq-PmBgsEpnuM99d_8jyP3zhvIb7if7c5PTT10IKVWgmwHGUATvCHRUfYRrWf1zPjhOUMPDGk_JTWnQuMw7w4Rpbpj1XEHSO9KIKaPF-wRtQrH5bqmw7pmTZNJoxxQZIJUXsXQ/s72-c/amor2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623955933376275158.post-2686830691753387332</id><published>2012-01-10T14:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:55:56.356-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filmes"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;FILME DE HOJE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Cartas para Deus conta a história de uma menino com câncer que se corresponde regularmente com DEUS através das orações em forma de cartas.Inicialmente sem saber o que fazer com as cartas, o carteiro o carteiro encarregado de entregar as cartas do menino doente decide fazer uma série de escolhas que vão mudar sua vida para sempre e ajudar o garoto a mudar a vida das pessoas ao seu redor.&lt;/div&gt;
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Inspirado em uma História verdadeira, Cartas &amp;nbsp;para Deus é uma íntima,tocante e muitas vezes engraçada história sobre e efeito da crença que uma criança pode ter em sua família, amigos e comunidade.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot;...È absolutamente surpreendente. Um filme lindo . Uma História Maravilhosa...&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Veja e se emocione.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/feeds/2686830691753387332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/2012/01/filme-de-hoje-cartas-para-deus-enredo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623955933376275158/posts/default/2686830691753387332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623955933376275158/posts/default/2686830691753387332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geracaodecultura.blogspot.com/2012/01/filme-de-hoje-cartas-para-deus-enredo.html' title=''/><author><name>R. W . Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242560395045797946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623955933376275158.post-5384598850652960605</id><published>2012-01-09T12:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:56:50.960-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filmes"/><title type='text'>FILME DE HOJE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Mais uma vez &lt;b&gt;CHARLIE CHAPLIN &lt;/b&gt;nos brinda com sua genialidade única, o enredo de o &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;GRANDE DITADOR &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;é sensacional &amp;nbsp;ele dá vida ao paralelismo entre os 2 personagens centrais da história:O Barbeiro e o personagem satirizando &amp;nbsp;Hitler- Adenoyd Hinkel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;O filme começa durante a 1. guerra mundial. Chaplin é um cadete do exército da nação fictícia: Tomânia e tenta salvar um soldado chamado Shultz. O personagem de Chaplin perde a memória quando o avião dos dois bate em uma árvore&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Schultz escapa das ferragens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;mais Chaplin &amp;nbsp;fica no hospital durante 20 anos, enquanto isso muitas mudanças ocorrem na Tomânia: Adenoyd Hinkel (Interpretado por Chaplin) agora grande ditador da Tomânia persegue severamente os judeus com ajuda dos ministros Garbisch e Herring ( Outra sátira aos Líderes Nazista: Goebells e Göring).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;Foi lançado em 1940, quando a Europa estava em guerra se tornando um filme de brilhante crítica e ousadia ao momento que não só a Europa vivia e sim o mundo, uma comédia instrutiva irresistível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Agora em 2012 você tem o &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;GERAÇÃO &amp;nbsp;CULTURA&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;o blog onde vamos descobrir a o poder das palavras através de CONTOS/POESIAS/ LIVROS E FILMES que aqui serão divulgados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;O blog foi criado com intuito de reunir os apaixonados por poesias/contos/livros e filmes, apaixonando os que ainda não são apaixonados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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