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maria" /><category term="escola da vida" /><category term="geisy" /><category term="lei antifumo" /><category term="dinheiro" /><category term="natal" /><category term="msn" /><category term="escrita" /><category term="estradas" /><category term="fantoche" /><category term="ministro do meio ambiente" /><category term="enchentes" /><category term="chat" /><category term="amar" /><category term="GP" /><category term="paulo moreno" /><category term="messenger" /><category term="votaçao" /><category term="carlos minc" /><category term="sistema" /><category term="catastrofe" /><category term="Perdão" /><category term="vulgar" /><category term="casamento gay" /><category term="formula 1" /><category term="olimpiadas 2016" /><category term="genios" /><category term="inveja" /><category term="politicos" /><category term="amor" /><category term="educação" /><category term="king size" /><category term="Rio de Janeiro" /><category term="spc" /><category term="rio 2016" /><category term="loira" 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By: Gilberto Queiroz</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Gilberto Queiroz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707840520387092871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLfRe2stD-o/TWFTTW8ookI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EBRswTubEVQ/s220/EU10.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</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/mNyW" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/mnyw" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQAQn89fyp7ImA9WhdQGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192622015589978225.post-1742883551507746423</id><published>2011-08-20T18:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T18:55:43.167-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-20T18:55:43.167-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jardim" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flor" /><title>Perfume da Flor</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/feeds/1742883551507746423/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/08/perfume-da-flor.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/1742883551507746423?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/1742883551507746423?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mNyW/~3/gTCoo9TTcEk/perfume-da-flor.html" title="Perfume da Flor" /><author><name>Gilberto Queiroz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707840520387092871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLfRe2stD-o/TWFTTW8ookI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EBRswTubEVQ/s220/EU10.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GSELJzsLIgc/TlApYdjHQJI/AAAAAAAAApc/Cm89sAmWP3Q/s72-c/FLOR.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">
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Como é bom respirar e sentir o perfume da flor,
Essa flor que é tão linda, 
Que dar vida e transpira Amor.

É tão bom em seu mel encontrar a cura da dor,
E o alimento perfeito
Despertando meu jeito
Como a um beijar flor.

Flor que brilha e ultrapassar as fronteiras do Amor,
Essa flor que é pura, divina e segura
Encanta e fascina
Com suas pétalas em cor.

É tão simples, singela,
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Falta faz o romantismo
Como os tempo de outrora
O romantismo que eu via
Serenatas fazia
Ao romper da aurora

Um olhar sedutor
Um aperto de mão
A janela entre-aberta
Era sinal de alerta
Para uma paixão

Antes mesmo do encontro
Uma rosa seguia
Quão melhor a essência
Marcava a presença
Para o primeiro dia

Caminhar de mãos dadas
Abraçados ou não
Resurgia o desejo
E roubando um beijo
Selava a união
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O SISTEMA
Sou parte de um sistema
Que não pedi pra nascer
Em temas que impõe regras
E não ajudam crescer
Entre temas e sistemas
Piadas em meus Poemas
Sempre irão aparecer

EDUCAÇÃO
Tem cada tema hilário
Que faz a gente chorar
Crianças pedindo esmola
Pra sua fome matar
E quando vai pra escola
Vem um moço com uma sacola
Cheia de droga pra dar

SAÚDE
Quando o tema é saúde
Eu me proponho a pensar
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Sinto falta do seu jeito
Seu sorriso encantador
Daquele olhar cativante
Quando seus lábios marcantes
A minha boca beijou
Falta dos braços abertos
Como pétalas de amor
Meu corpo sendo atraido
Por seu cheiro seduzidoAssim como um beija flor

Sinto falta dos momentosFalta do meu bem querer
Beijo embebido em vinho
Saudade do seu carinho
Sinto falta de você
Parte integrante do livro: "Sempre Existe </content><feedburner:origLink>http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/08/sinto-falta-de-voce.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAESHo7fyp7ImA9WhdSFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192622015589978225.post-2157409072051707981</id><published>2011-07-25T22:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T22:45:09.407-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-25T22:45:09.407-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pranto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lagrimas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="choro" /><title>Lagrimas tardias</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/feeds/2157409072051707981/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/07/lagrimas-tardias.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/2157409072051707981?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/2157409072051707981?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mNyW/~3/9z_78rrrDuQ/lagrimas-tardias.html" title="Lagrimas tardias" /><author><name>Gilberto Queiroz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707840520387092871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLfRe2stD-o/TWFTTW8ookI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EBRswTubEVQ/s220/EU10.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UgZtv_Otf90/Ti4Ozn98ZOI/AAAAAAAAApE/6CXeq7j9CAo/s72-c/AMOR.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
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Eu bem que tenteiTe mostrar quem souTe conquistar, te seduzir-teE te falar de amor.Atrair o seu olharTe dar um abraçoRespirar o seu arTe envolver em meus braços.
Eu bem que tenteiChamar a sua atenção Escrevi e dediqueiUma linda canção.Transformei em JardimA calçada da dorProcurei o seu risoOfertando uma flor
Eu bem que tenteiNas noites sombriasAquecer o seu corpoE sua pele macia.Me entregar </content><feedburner:origLink>http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/07/lagrimas-tardias.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UBQXk-fSp7ImA9WhdSFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192622015589978225.post-3959196967733215463</id><published>2011-07-24T17:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T17:27:30.755-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-24T17:27:30.755-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politico" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emprego" /><title>Quem é que não quer um emprego assim</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/feeds/3959196967733215463/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/07/quem-e-que-nao-quer-um-emprego-assim.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/3959196967733215463?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/3959196967733215463?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mNyW/~3/dEGEQaob6bw/quem-e-que-nao-quer-um-emprego-assim.html" title="Quem é que não quer um emprego assim" /><author><name>Gilberto Queiroz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707840520387092871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLfRe2stD-o/TWFTTW8ookI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EBRswTubEVQ/s220/EU10.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQkvDXY5dqw/Tix-TeYoUHI/AAAAAAAAApA/yPYxARGZaM4/s72-c/POLITICO.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kjw6cb_COXHILN67FRbkCSebpf4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kjw6cb_COXHILN67FRbkCSebpf4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Quem é que não querUm emprego assimMuitas vagas têmPagam muito bemPra empregado ruim
Basta se inscreverE ser brasileiroMentir um montãoGanhar a eleiçãoPensando em dinheiro
Se esconder do povo Ser “Cara de Pau”Se fingir de mudoNão precisa estudoSomente o Mobral
Castigando o povoVocê vai ganharUm belo salárioPra poder guardarNão se preocupeQue tem premiaçãoPara você viajar
Outras garantiasVocê vai </content><feedburner:origLink>http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/07/quem-e-que-nao-quer-um-emprego-assim.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEENRHYyfSp7ImA9WhdTEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192622015589978225.post-5085426836805591785</id><published>2011-07-08T22:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:58:15.895-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-08T22:58:15.895-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paixao" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="novo amor" /><title>Outra Paixão</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/feeds/5085426836805591785/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/07/outra-paixao.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/5085426836805591785?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/5085426836805591785?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mNyW/~3/JSpUbbTPUSs/outra-paixao.html" title="Outra Paixão" /><author><name>Gilberto Queiroz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707840520387092871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLfRe2stD-o/TWFTTW8ookI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EBRswTubEVQ/s220/EU10.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uB-sxK2SdEg/TheyjZaPEAI/AAAAAAAAAo8/zYigKfppIe8/s72-c/+Praia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
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Não faz sentidoNem me comoveA sua dorPor mim passouReceba apenasO meu perdãoUm novo amorJá ocupouMeu coração
Agora é tardeAquela pedraAquele aroma de PaixãoPor ti um diaMaltratado sem razãoJá é cuidadoPor uma outra paixão

Gilberto Queirozhttp://culturanobre.blogspot.com</content><feedburner:origLink>http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/07/outra-paixao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8BRXs-fCp7ImA9WhZaGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192622015589978225.post-6015703081899464644</id><published>2011-07-05T22:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:14:14.554-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-05T22:14:14.554-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="criança" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="futuro" /><title>Criança hoje, Adulto amanhã</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/feeds/6015703081899464644/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/07/crianca-hoje-adulto-amanha.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/6015703081899464644?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/6015703081899464644?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mNyW/~3/goXpdt1OyQ0/crianca-hoje-adulto-amanha.html" title="Criança hoje, Adulto amanhã" /><author><name>Gilberto Queiroz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707840520387092871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLfRe2stD-o/TWFTTW8ookI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EBRswTubEVQ/s220/EU10.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9BJOdmkmJ8c/ThO1c3_lRdI/AAAAAAAAAo4/T9CdTqoDiI4/s72-c/GU+E+GIL.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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  A criança educadaNo futuro pensaráTem orgulho de seus paisE neles se espelharávamos cuidar das criançasNossa única esperançaPra esse mundo mudar
 Neste tempo tão modernoCom tantas facilidadesSujeira por todo ladoNos campos e nas cidadesTemos que plantar agoraPor este mundo aforaA Paz e Felicidade
 Diga não à hipocrisiaPois o futuro viráSuas atitudes hojeSeu filho </content><feedburner:origLink>http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/07/crianca-hoje-adulto-amanha.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YFQXY4eyp7ImA9WhZbGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192622015589978225.post-1059214981527203744</id><published>2011-06-24T01:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T01:51:50.833-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-24T01:51:50.833-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="solidao" /><title>Essa tal Solidão</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/feeds/1059214981527203744/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/06/essa-tal-solidao.html#comment-form" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/1059214981527203744?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/1059214981527203744?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mNyW/~3/yl_4d41oMrc/essa-tal-solidao.html" title="Essa tal Solidão" /><author><name>Gilberto Queiroz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707840520387092871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLfRe2stD-o/TWFTTW8ookI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EBRswTubEVQ/s220/EU10.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dqRMCnqGdZs/TgQQZJGLWgI/AAAAAAAAAo0/n6D5Hz6oB1g/s72-c/3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">
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Solidão é um sentimento único e exclusivo de quem está ou se sente só.Faça da solidão um exercício mental para valorização do Amor.


Eita distância malvadaQue oprime sem compaixãoAperta o peito, doe na almaTira o sono sem razãoMachuca sem me baterO que eu fiz pra merecerEssa tal de solidão
Sinto o aroma do jardimMexer com a imaginaçãoUm retrato na paredeRelembra uma cançãoFecho os olhos pra</content><feedburner:origLink>http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/06/essa-tal-solidao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEADR3kzcSp7ImA9WhZbF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192622015589978225.post-1498792911577051666</id><published>2011-06-22T22:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T22:32:56.789-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-22T22:32:56.789-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tudo ou nada" /><title>Tudo ou Nada</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/feeds/1498792911577051666/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/06/tudo-ou-nada.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/1498792911577051666?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/1498792911577051666?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mNyW/~3/l4GNnb5tX-Y/tudo-ou-nada.html" title="Tudo ou Nada" /><author><name>Gilberto Queiroz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707840520387092871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLfRe2stD-o/TWFTTW8ookI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EBRswTubEVQ/s220/EU10.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9I0SEpc-i_A/TgKS_TG4XQI/AAAAAAAAAow/aP6wH0rAcyc/s72-c/CAPA.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
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Tudo ou Nada, são situações ou condições intrínsecas  ao subconsciente humano.Seja qual for o seu status social, economico e/ou cultural você poderá ser ou optar por se sentir Tudo ou Nada.


"Diante do NADA, me senti TUDO,
Conhecendo o TUDO eu vi que sou NADA".

Quando você se sentir o "Nada", saiba que perante muitos dos que se encontram abaixo do seu nível ou com problemas mais complexos que </content><feedburner:origLink>http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/06/tudo-ou-nada.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEHRnk6eip7ImA9WhZbF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192622015589978225.post-2524577092721473617</id><published>2011-06-22T09:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T11:23:57.712-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-22T11:23:57.712-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="novo dia" /><title>Um novo dia</title><link rel="related" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-novo-dia.html" title="Um novo dia" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/feeds/2524577092721473617/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-novo-dia.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/2524577092721473617?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/2524577092721473617?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mNyW/~3/ei0mj3ujrGE/um-novo-dia.html" title="Um novo dia" /><author><name>Gilberto Queiroz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707840520387092871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLfRe2stD-o/TWFTTW8ookI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EBRswTubEVQ/s220/EU10.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
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E se despede o anoitecerOfuscado por um brilho tão intensoAbrindo portas e janelas para a vidaQuando queremos Sempre Existe uma SaídaPara seguirmos nesse universo imensoParte do Livro "Sempre Existe uma Saída"
Um novo dia, sempre traz grandes oportunidades. Escolha a sua e se dedique intensamente.
Um bom dia a todos...Gilberto Queiroz </content><feedburner:origLink>http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-novo-dia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IBRHw8eSp7ImA9WhZbE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192622015589978225.post-204503293988205610</id><published>2011-06-17T23:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T23:52:35.271-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-17T23:52:35.271-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gordinha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="king size" /><title>Gordinha é ter estilo</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/feeds/204503293988205610/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/06/gordinha-e-ter-estilo.html#comment-form" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/204503293988205610?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/204503293988205610?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mNyW/~3/XC2ElzMejZw/gordinha-e-ter-estilo.html" title="Gordinha é ter estilo" /><author><name>Gilberto Queiroz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707840520387092871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLfRe2stD-o/TWFTTW8ookI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EBRswTubEVQ/s220/EU10.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wt0RNVkc_Ps/TfwSgH5l0OI/AAAAAAAAAoc/xoXhXegTpU8/s72-c/262605_131606963586933_100002128908415_242698_5522618_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AD2bLvg0gP9QML3hOK1bLP3_8M4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AD2bLvg0gP9QML3hOK1bLP3_8M4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Digo não ao preconceito
Em qualquer situação
Toda mulher é bonita
Quando tem bom coração
Sem desprezar as magrinhas
Eu vou falar das gordinhas
Que nos dão tanta lição.

Ser gordinha é ter estilo
Dom divino e natural
Merecem todo respeito
Não a julguem desigual
Tem amor próprio e elegância
E esbanjando exuberância
É uma Mulher Fatal

Se veste como ninguém
Valorizando o seu jeito
Sabe as regras do </content><feedburner:origLink>http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/06/gordinha-e-ter-estilo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AHQnw9eip7ImA9WhZbEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192622015589978225.post-6462361522265647851</id><published>2011-06-15T12:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T12:28:53.262-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-15T12:28:53.262-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amar" /><title>Por tantas vezes</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/feeds/6462361522265647851/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/06/por-tantas-vezes.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/6462361522265647851?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/6462361522265647851?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mNyW/~3/m-gHAJuASx4/por-tantas-vezes.html" title="Por tantas vezes" /><author><name>Gilberto Queiroz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707840520387092871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLfRe2stD-o/TWFTTW8ookI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EBRswTubEVQ/s220/EU10.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_5RAL4Rr_fQ/TfjDJPI7xnI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/isuAXwkWgJo/s72-c/CAPA.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-Nf_7CCo5h6HqqgKnu0plHAGak8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-Nf_7CCo5h6HqqgKnu0plHAGak8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-Nf_7CCo5h6HqqgKnu0plHAGak8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-Nf_7CCo5h6HqqgKnu0plHAGak8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Por tantas vezes eu quis Sorrir e ChorarDormir e AcordarCalar e GritarPor tantas vezes eu quisTentar evitar.
Por tantas vezes eu quisPedir ao céu Caminhar ao léuAprender com o véu Por tantas vezes eu quisSentir o sabor do mel
Por tantas vezes eu quisDisfarçar em vãoAo meu coraçãoDar a razãoPor tantas vezes eu quisSentir emoção.
Por tantas vezes eu quisMe acolher, disfarçarEm meu canto ficar Em </content><feedburner:origLink>http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/06/por-tantas-vezes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYGQXw-cSp7ImA9WhZUGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192622015589978225.post-1481815094729085467</id><published>2011-06-11T20:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T20:15:20.259-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-11T20:15:20.259-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sonhos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sonho" /><title>Vale a Pena Sonhar ?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/feeds/1481815094729085467/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/06/vale-pena-sonhar.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/1481815094729085467?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/1481815094729085467?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mNyW/~3/8sTgsHGuXUo/vale-pena-sonhar.html" title="Vale a Pena Sonhar ?" /><author><name>Gilberto Queiroz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707840520387092871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLfRe2stD-o/TWFTTW8ookI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EBRswTubEVQ/s220/EU10.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o42YthRfDMQ/TfPt5sbRwLI/AAAAAAAAAoM/szE2UFfkqQk/s72-c/3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Fkz_mvVyzutJzk_LFOEtfkBbu2o/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Fkz_mvVyzutJzk_LFOEtfkBbu2o/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Fkz_mvVyzutJzk_LFOEtfkBbu2o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Fkz_mvVyzutJzk_LFOEtfkBbu2o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Porque sonhar? Se nossos sonhos podemos fabricar. O Sonho que me envolve
Cativa e me dar razão
Desperta minha inocência
Mas magoa o coração
Quando começo sonhar
Tenho medo de acordar
E ver que é uma ilusão

Levado por devaneios
A um lugar diferente
Caminhava tão tranquilo
Tudo muito envolvente
A vida se faz brilhar
Amor por todo lugar
E nas pessoas Deus presente

Toda vez que o sonha acaba
Me vem</content><feedburner:origLink>http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/06/vale-pena-sonhar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQHQn48cCp7ImA9WhZUEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192622015589978225.post-1486961886344945418</id><published>2011-06-05T14:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T14:52:13.078-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-05T14:52:13.078-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tempo" /><title>Inseparável Tempo</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/feeds/1486961886344945418/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/06/p-margin-bottom-0.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/1486961886344945418?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/1486961886344945418?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mNyW/~3/IDhT_c7awkA/p-margin-bottom-0.html" title="Inseparável Tempo" /><author><name>Gilberto Queiroz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707840520387092871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLfRe2stD-o/TWFTTW8ookI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EBRswTubEVQ/s220/EU10.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SMFavLMJ7vY/TevATREHVJI/AAAAAAAAAoI/v2IHZvGtMt8/s72-c/TEMPO.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">
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Eu sempre quero mais tempoPra pensar e refletirQuero tempo pra amarTempo pra poder curtir
 Uso o tempo pra viverCada instante é preciosoQuando um tempo se vaiLogo vem um mais gostoso
 Vivi perdido no tempoProcurando uma saídaQuando vi tempo perdidoNa hora da despedida
 Peço ao tempo pra passarNos momentos de afliçãoOrdeno ele demorarQuando sinto emoção
 Sei que a </content><feedburner:origLink>http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/06/p-margin-bottom-0.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UHSXw_fCp7ImA9WhZWF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192622015589978225.post-883351779799527025</id><published>2011-05-19T00:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:20:38.244-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-19T00:20:38.244-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="estrelas" /><title>O Brilho de uma estrela</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/feeds/883351779799527025/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-brilho-de-uma-estrela.html#comment-form" title="7 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/883351779799527025?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/883351779799527025?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mNyW/~3/vP0MhdWZDB0/o-brilho-de-uma-estrela.html" title="O Brilho de uma estrela" /><author><name>Gilberto Queiroz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707840520387092871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLfRe2stD-o/TWFTTW8ookI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EBRswTubEVQ/s220/EU10.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fjIifhXPB1E/TdSImhcyEjI/AAAAAAAAAnk/IPfh7i3-SN0/s72-c/POESIA.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><content type="html">
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Como uma estrela no céu
Que brilha na imensidão
Dar vida ao universo
Ao Poeta uma canção
Enriquece o anoitecer
E até no amanhecer
Balança meu coração

Até em noite sombria
Sua luz chama atenção
És a minha preferida
De toda constelação
Distante do meu olhar
Eu me disponho a pensar
D'onde vem tanta emoção

Já fiz plantão na varanda
Da janela admirei
Seu silêncio, seu encanto
Com você até sonhei
</content><feedburner:origLink>http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-brilho-de-uma-estrela.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8AQHY7eip7ImA9WhZWFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192622015589978225.post-5482910653689372694</id><published>2011-05-15T21:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:47:21.802-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-15T21:47:21.802-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><title>O que é o amor?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/feeds/5482910653689372694/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-que-e-o-amor.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/5482910653689372694?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/5482910653689372694?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mNyW/~3/vP7Nr3Zkllo/o-que-e-o-amor.html" title="O que é o amor?" /><author><name>Gilberto Queiroz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707840520387092871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLfRe2stD-o/TWFTTW8ookI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EBRswTubEVQ/s220/EU10.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OF1yxLX91Eg/TdBsZJhYEvI/AAAAAAAAAnE/l-uXhXS0HLg/s72-c/1634043-9919-atm14.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
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Nesta minha caminhadaAs vezes nem sei quem souQuestiono a mim mesmoOnde estou? Pra onde vou?Tentando encontrar em vãoAlguma explicaçãoQue defina o Amor
Pesquisei na MedicinaBúzios, Cartas e TarôFiz perguntas a AstrologiaNada disto adiantouTem horas que o peito apertaComo sinal de alertaUma inexplicável dor

Dar vontade de fugirEsquecer o que passouRecomeçar nova </content><feedburner:origLink>http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-que-e-o-amor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQCQXY-fSp7ImA9WhZXGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192622015589978225.post-4962319069172123754</id><published>2011-05-08T20:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T20:29:20.855-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-08T20:29:20.855-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mae" /><title>Dia das Mães</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/feeds/4962319069172123754/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/05/dia-das-maes.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/4962319069172123754?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/4962319069172123754?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mNyW/~3/K7lozdDjzb4/dia-das-maes.html" title="Dia das Mães" /><author><name>Gilberto Queiroz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707840520387092871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLfRe2stD-o/TWFTTW8ookI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EBRswTubEVQ/s220/EU10.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xA0OkGtbDxo/TccjJkgby1I/AAAAAAAAAmU/eCi6B901FoQ/s72-c/dia%2Bdas%2Bmaes.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JwtdknZ7oygcC9wPGGwc7llPN4A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JwtdknZ7oygcC9wPGGwc7llPN4A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Assim como uma estrelaQue surge em noite escuraEm perfeita harmoniaTraz inspiração tão puraNa sua ausência fico tristeAmor igual não existeO seu brilho é minha cura
Carrego em minha memóriaMuito orgulho e emoçãoNo momento mais difícilVocê é a decisãoSe chorei ou se sorriPorém nunca esqueciMinha mãe do coração
Gilberto Queiroz           http://culturanobre.blogspot.com
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</content><feedburner:origLink>http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/04/26-de-abril-de-2011.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cBRn4-fCp7ImA9WhZQF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192622015589978225.post-144882270422138075</id><published>2011-04-25T13:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T13:30:57.054-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-25T13:30:57.054-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politico" /><title>Me ofereceram um emprego</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/feeds/144882270422138075/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/04/gente.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/144882270422138075?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/144882270422138075?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mNyW/~3/FS6vftg-w-k/gente.html" title="Me ofereceram um emprego" /><author><name>Gilberto Queiroz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707840520387092871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLfRe2stD-o/TWFTTW8ookI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EBRswTubEVQ/s220/EU10.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjFllKhJeO4/Sqf83TvCtnI/AAAAAAAAAHw/gntIZgpG4ko/s72-c/Imagem+016.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">
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E eu Aceitei... desde que politico:

Não mentisse,
Não se escondesse do povo,
Trabalhasse no mínimo 8 hs por dia,
Fosse remunerado como um trabalhador,
Não permitisse que as faculdades virassem comercio lucrativo,
Que as escolas não fosse pontos de encontro de jovem,
Não deixasse as pessoas morrerem nas filas de hospitais,
Que os Professores e </content><feedburner:origLink>http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/04/gente.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAGQ3Yyeip7ImA9WhZRF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192622015589978225.post-6776389964541249954</id><published>2011-04-13T23:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T23:38:42.892-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-13T23:38:42.892-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="natureza" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fantoche" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tirano" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tirania" /><title>Tiranos e Fantoches</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/feeds/6776389964541249954/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/04/tiranos-e-fantoches.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/6776389964541249954?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/6776389964541249954?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mNyW/~3/IoXUPf4HBcI/tiranos-e-fantoches.html" title="Tiranos e Fantoches" /><author><name>Gilberto Queiroz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707840520387092871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLfRe2stD-o/TWFTTW8ookI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EBRswTubEVQ/s220/EU10.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_bPtPe-x7c/TaZZZ69o-vI/AAAAAAAAAlE/gFZMqyWUA5U/s72-c/Foto-0140.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">
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Neste show chamado vidavejo o público reclamarCrianças me faz sorrirAdultos fazem chorarA natureza imploraCuidem bem de mim agoraOu ninguém vai escapar
Já transformaram o planetaSua vala da maldadeInvadiram as florestasSem dó e sem piedadeCulpando os ancestraisE matando os animaisTamanha a crueldade
Muita gente de fantocheNum cenário AssustadorCom drogas pra todo ladoViolência sem </content><feedburner:origLink>http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/04/tiranos-e-fantoches.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkICSXs8fSp7ImA9WhdRF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192622015589978225.post-1494507460165005122</id><published>2011-04-11T23:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T09:02:48.575-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-07T09:02:48.575-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><title>Foi pensando em você</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/feeds/1494507460165005122/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/04/foi-pensando-em-voce-que-tudo-se.html#comment-form" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/1494507460165005122?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/1494507460165005122?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mNyW/~3/P3P0-_MB2zk/foi-pensando-em-voce-que-tudo-se.html" title="Foi pensando em você" /><author><name>Gilberto Queiroz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707840520387092871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLfRe2stD-o/TWFTTW8ookI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EBRswTubEVQ/s220/EU10.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iDA3wvB8DU/Tj57t2KKxaI/AAAAAAAAApQ/WKBn2o-ouMI/s72-c/pensando.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">
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Foi pensando em vocêQue tudo se transformouFiz da vida um paraísoO que era escuro brilhouNo coração que sofriaFoi surgindo AlegriaMotivado pelo amor
Como o brilho das EstrelasE o romantismo da LuaClareiam noites escurasMostra a vida nua e cruaNão temem a tempestadeSem modéstia ou vaidadeFaz da minha vida a sua
Entre a chuva e o solSurge o frio e o calorDias de muito trabalhoNoites de muito </content><feedburner:origLink>http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/04/foi-pensando-em-voce-que-tudo-se.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IBSXY5cSp7ImA9WhZTGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192622015589978225.post-7457888293703944357</id><published>2011-03-23T01:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T01:45:58.829-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-23T01:45:58.829-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="florianopolis" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="floripa" /><title>Floripa</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/feeds/7457888293703944357/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/03/floripa.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/7457888293703944357?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/7457888293703944357?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mNyW/~3/F79r9W4FiyI/floripa.html" title="Floripa" /><author><name>Gilberto Queiroz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707840520387092871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLfRe2stD-o/TWFTTW8ookI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EBRswTubEVQ/s220/EU10.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UlU1JZ15kNA/TYl4uol_SJI/AAAAAAAAAjI/wvjIAENVu2w/s72-c/floripa.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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 Que fez meus Olhos brilhar
 No encanto do amanhecer
 No Por do Sol e Luar
 As belezas naturais
 Mulheres esculturais
 Estão naquele lugar...  (integra no próximo livro - Agosto/2011)


                          Gilberto Queiróz
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O Ministério da Cultura autorizou Maria Betânia (cantora) a captar R$ 1.300.000,00 para a criação de seu blog de Poesias, conforme publicou a colunista Monica Bergamo do jornal "A Folha de São Paulo".
A medida deixa internautas e outras personalidades do mundo artístico e cultural  indignados pela falta de critérios na aplicação das leis de incentivos fiscais.

É lamentável que em um País como </content><feedburner:origLink>http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-da-maria-custara-mais-de-r.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8BQHs_fCp7ImA9WhZTEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192622015589978225.post-8252295971828408973</id><published>2011-03-16T14:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T14:50:51.544-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-16T14:50:51.544-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escola da vida" /><title>Eu, por mim mesmo</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/feeds/8252295971828408973/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://culturanobre.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-por-mim-mesmo.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/8252295971828408973?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192622015589978225/posts/default/8252295971828408973?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mNyW/~3/j0iLSEvy9EY/eu-por-mim-mesmo.html" title="Eu, por mim mesmo" /><author><name>Gilberto Queiroz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01707840520387092871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLfRe2stD-o/TWFTTW8ookI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EBRswTubEVQ/s220/EU10.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xbD7einZ77M/TYD2b-xr8pI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Mgd1fHQ2eBk/s72-c/PARIS.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">
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Sou um fruto do desejoOriundo da paixãoA semente que brotou Em meio muita emoçãoEntre sonhos e anseiosArriscados devaneios Restritos ao coração
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