<?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-1901852860349022663</id><updated>2026-05-03T15:07:27.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falando Sobre:</title><subtitle type='html'>Me ajude a falar sobre os assuntos mais inusitados do mundo...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunnopacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901852860349022663/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunnopacheco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bruno Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683904526723840205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrVDNroEYhMacS-gVhHN34SsNpPehu_hREGHjh4g3spZEtnWkYIr_yyK4OA1gnyETmYzn1_oDQsvh2C50_qD6LLUx54yW_td0DxoGvTQVZqa7S9tEw2v6GQk2z7B7fnu0/s220/bruno.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901852860349022663.post-8885819593441951642</id><published>2010-09-12T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T07:34:52.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXnRw9BAPRNN-zJ6dANiPfxzVhSlgl7l6vatZaO-C4bVArcixnQN-w06tBb3jaID8KipKVdeODmYdftEf1gRbfc_VfPIpnI9FPXgUklGF_57E5s6y2CPs2ZCUrZ2Sn4QEMPBuplCYGCPI2/s1600/silencio_nas_palavras.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXnRw9BAPRNN-zJ6dANiPfxzVhSlgl7l6vatZaO-C4bVArcixnQN-w06tBb3jaID8KipKVdeODmYdftEf1gRbfc_VfPIpnI9FPXgUklGF_57E5s6y2CPs2ZCUrZ2Sn4QEMPBuplCYGCPI2/s320/silencio_nas_palavras.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As palavras!&lt;br /&gt;
Será que são simplismente palavras jogadas ao vento?&lt;br /&gt;
Palavras que se perdem com o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;
Palavras tidas em vão.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perco a noção do quão importante elas sejam.&lt;br /&gt;
No contexto,no pretexto.&lt;br /&gt;
Palavras mudam o rumo da história..&lt;br /&gt;
O curso a trajetoria.&lt;br /&gt;
O futuro está nas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As Palavras trazem consequencias.&lt;br /&gt;
Boas ou ruins.&lt;br /&gt;
Apenas consequencias.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunnopacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/8885819593441951642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunnopacheco.blogspot.com/2010/09/palavras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901852860349022663/posts/default/8885819593441951642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901852860349022663/posts/default/8885819593441951642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunnopacheco.blogspot.com/2010/09/palavras.html' title='Palavras!'/><author><name>Bruno Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683904526723840205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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Gigante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;O mar que inspira, respira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;que traduz emoções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;que apaixona corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;que muda e muta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;O mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Quem explica?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Imenso, Intenso, Gigante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunnopacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/2512878350651831789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrVDNroEYhMacS-gVhHN34SsNpPehu_hREGHjh4g3spZEtnWkYIr_yyK4OA1gnyETmYzn1_oDQsvh2C50_qD6LLUx54yW_td0DxoGvTQVZqa7S9tEw2v6GQk2z7B7fnu0/s220/bruno.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901852860349022663.post-6254545852197504956</id><published>2010-05-28T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:30:38.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiosidades sobre Sexo</title><content type='html'>1. Na Grécia antiga, pênis pequenos e eretos eram admirados pelas mulheres, enquanto que os grandes eram considerados antiestéticos. &lt;p&gt;2. Durante a Idade Média, acreditava-se que homens e mulheres produziam espermatozóides.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. O castigo para adultério na Roma dos césares era a amputação do nariz.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Na Inglaterra, até 1884, uma mulher podia ser presa por negar sexo a seu marido.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. Na antiga Babilônia os homens ofereciam suas esposas como pagamento por serviços prestados.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. Data de dezembro de 1953 a primeira edição da revista Playboy. A publicação, com Marilyn Monroe na capa, custava 50 centavos de dólar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Dizem que o o faraó Rameses II teve 160 filhos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Na Idade Média, segundo a igreja católica, o sexo só deveria ser praticado como forma de procriar. Os religiosos da época advertiam ainda que não se deveria estimular o prazer durante a transa.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. Na época vitoriana as mulheres menstruadas eram tratadas como doentes e obrigadas a permanecer na cama durante o período crítico.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. Uma emissora de televisão de São Franciso, nos Estados Unidos, foi a primeira a colocar no ar um comercial de preservativo. Aconteceu em 1987.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. O sexo oral é considerado ilegal nos estados norte-americanos do Arizona, Flórida, Minesota, Lousiana, Carolina do Norte e do Sul, Utah e Virginia.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12. Por 100 anos a Igreja Católica só admitiu uma posição sexual: a de papai e mamãe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;13. Até 1972 a homossexualidade era  considerada doença mental nos Estados Unidos.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;14. Teodora, antes de casar-se com o imperador Bizantino Justiniano I, era prostituta.&lt;/p&gt; 15. Em 1996, os norte-americanos gastaram 8 bilhões de dólares com material pornográfico.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunnopacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/6254545852197504956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunnopacheco.blogspot.com/2010/05/falando-sobre-curiosidades-sobre-sexo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901852860349022663/posts/default/6254545852197504956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901852860349022663/posts/default/6254545852197504956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunnopacheco.blogspot.com/2010/05/falando-sobre-curiosidades-sobre-sexo.html' title='Curiosidades sobre Sexo'/><author><name>Bruno Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683904526723840205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrVDNroEYhMacS-gVhHN34SsNpPehu_hREGHjh4g3spZEtnWkYIr_yyK4OA1gnyETmYzn1_oDQsvh2C50_qD6LLUx54yW_td0DxoGvTQVZqa7S9tEw2v6GQk2z7B7fnu0/s220/bruno.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901852860349022663.post-3364558678814623677</id><published>2010-05-28T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T15:26:17.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Envelhecendo com o tempo!</title><content type='html'>Infelizmente o tempo não para!!!&lt;br /&gt;Não passa para trás, somente para frente...&lt;br /&gt;As rugas chegam, a vitalidade se vai.&lt;br /&gt;A saúde já está fraca,&lt;br /&gt;As pernas não são as mesmas.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo não me deixa descansar.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo não me deixa parar,&lt;br /&gt;ele não para.&lt;br /&gt;Eu envelheço com ele.&lt;br /&gt;Ele não envelhece comigo!!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunnopacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/3364558678814623677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunnopacheco.blogspot.com/2010/05/falando-sobre-envelhecendo-com-o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901852860349022663/posts/default/3364558678814623677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901852860349022663/posts/default/3364558678814623677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunnopacheco.blogspot.com/2010/05/falando-sobre-envelhecendo-com-o-tempo.html' title='Envelhecendo com o tempo!'/><author><name>Bruno Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683904526723840205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrVDNroEYhMacS-gVhHN34SsNpPehu_hREGHjh4g3spZEtnWkYIr_yyK4OA1gnyETmYzn1_oDQsvh2C50_qD6LLUx54yW_td0DxoGvTQVZqa7S9tEw2v6GQk2z7B7fnu0/s220/bruno.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>