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Eu não quis mostrar e retruquei:

- Já escrevi e estou indo aos Correios passar o telegrama.

- Certo, mas leia antes, toda a frase, em voz alta.

- Passos largos exigem discernimento (ponto) Não é necessário qualquer pressa (ponto) Alinhavar primeiro, como te ensinei (exclamação).

- Está bom. Corra e quando retornar você </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/7142668823560227449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/7142668823560227449?isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/7142668823560227449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/7142668823560227449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2016/01/alinhavar-um-verbo-uma-historia.html' title='Alinhavar :: Um verbo, uma história... '/><author><name>Abel Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459376166481750820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNVaL4wG1gUksqyOQ2Rnw80y9N9tzyAW2fUJrE_Edep-AbKplOQtAGEtos1Nh97k420E9JWL3FJOtwZR3e6KN3DysHM1hhqyyUnFR-EcabqHf2nEWaf77PJ3KJOFdsw/s113/Abel+em+close+recortado1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgArr0qbZqFZKjkqlPhaC0oywhYh0JUOpTrhqrkKVUI1r0ZbjoWdOiR6BXR4nOwjr68GDNmtUCghtgIqKpbPkLb0hXXkFPT7bo7tvbORk2wLSzhGCHfzwTZklO8kWT_x_qICm26-N5d0zg6/s72-c/alinhavar+costura.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464925386153832819.post-1257232628774410615</id><published>2015-12-31T10:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2015-12-31T10:02:09.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercício de escrita espontâneo e inesperado</title><summary type="text">...um texto...

SUA FAMÍLIA É RESILIENTE?! Ideias coletadas em uma breve leitura...

Na adversidade é que se forja a resiliência (flexibilidade mais resistência; rápido retorno ao equilíbrio e à serenidade após uma crise de qualquer natureza).

A dor é a semente da superação.

Os obstáculos deveriam ser vistos como sustentáculos do esforço contínuo e necessário para se atingir objetivos.

O </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/1257232628774410615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/1257232628774410615?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/1257232628774410615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/1257232628774410615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2015/12/exercicio-de-escrita-espontaneo-e.html' title='Exercício de escrita espontâneo e inesperado'/><author><name>Abel Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459376166481750820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNVaL4wG1gUksqyOQ2Rnw80y9N9tzyAW2fUJrE_Edep-AbKplOQtAGEtos1Nh97k420E9JWL3FJOtwZR3e6KN3DysHM1hhqyyUnFR-EcabqHf2nEWaf77PJ3KJOFdsw/s113/Abel+em+close+recortado1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2v7zVV5cGV2oEZjOPgOwbytfMK9suuxBfCBUYhqeYHawHpGGw-N1dvl-iK5YRwBURoXYTzBO8OOJ0tXQZPCQGbBWpE7TOVcMOGEqPQGMwMA0a_d2UMfiWC9w-DjlVBuDPNSetEugB-0MC/s72-c/pilares+da+resili%25C3%25AAncia.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464925386153832819.post-1959568231051354494</id><published>2015-03-30T06:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2019-12-19T05:53:47.785-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beque central"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crônica"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feedback"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="futebol"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quarto-zagueiro"/><title type='text'>Filho de quê?!</title><summary type="text">
- É
duro na queda, meio bruto. Ele não nega a raça, nem o berço. É filho do maior
beque que o time da nossa cidade já teve. Como diz um compadre meu, um mineiro
apaixonado por futebol, fi di béqui é fi di béqui... Estes meninos parecem que
já nascem com trava no solado do pé! 



Eu
custei a entender o sentido daquela conversa... Eu era estagiário de
Administração, lá em Sertãozinho, e quem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/1959568231051354494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/1959568231051354494?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/1959568231051354494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/1959568231051354494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2015/03/filho-de-que.html' title='Filho de quê?!'/><author><name>Abel Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459376166481750820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNVaL4wG1gUksqyOQ2Rnw80y9N9tzyAW2fUJrE_Edep-AbKplOQtAGEtos1Nh97k420E9JWL3FJOtwZR3e6KN3DysHM1hhqyyUnFR-EcabqHf2nEWaf77PJ3KJOFdsw/s113/Abel+em+close+recortado1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHiDWD7wskbic_ad9RfBJmFbfzbgteEIC1kqZrVgnxZhM55HJPH4Nf-6XyTAAtedPucffrJZ10Hutk6v5PYBNq_4biTo1By-8qx6QL3dOo-bifV_zBCIZ8qav7MCHkvnzJd3y2SJpKIpdp/s72-c/dois+grandes+beques+manchete+esp+capa.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464925386153832819.post-2688323383000440061</id><published>2015-03-29T08:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2020-02-25T08:07:39.064-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amigo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cerveja"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chefe"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conto"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Darth Vader"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="destino"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escolhas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="futebol"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jung"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mequetrefe"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minotauro"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mitologia grega"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sombra"/><title type='text'>O lado sombra</title><summary type="text">


A professora do meu filho dizia que toda criança, mesmo as menores, era capaz de entender &quot;muito além do que a gente pode imaginar&quot;.Que nós, os pais, déssemos apoio em casa, sem &quot;quebrar
a onda&quot; delas.&amp;nbsp;


Era assim em sala de aula, naquela escola. Toda conversa,
mesmo as mais atravessadas, seriam sempre aproveitadas...



&quot;Então tá, né!&quot;.Ouvi esta frase irônica de alguns pais, na saída da</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/2688323383000440061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/2688323383000440061?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/2688323383000440061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/2688323383000440061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2015/03/o-lado-sombra.html' title='O lado sombra'/><author><name>Abel Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459376166481750820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNVaL4wG1gUksqyOQ2Rnw80y9N9tzyAW2fUJrE_Edep-AbKplOQtAGEtos1Nh97k420E9JWL3FJOtwZR3e6KN3DysHM1hhqyyUnFR-EcabqHf2nEWaf77PJ3KJOFdsw/s113/Abel+em+close+recortado1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvjeP0ZomkaTmXWY7j4r5rH5xB3Yr3ZRXc78zg3daBFtkJ4gx33VOVVcREISxAmPtY-dHTBHnEeYJVFt0C4J0xqe7FqNSTTAdDr6MWjIa5WzjV6kJWMOuIR9whoWNtIiTh19AJdATONnVK/s72-c/efeito+sombra+da+capa+Efeito+Sombra+Chopra+e+outros.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464925386153832819.post-4580845388772285766</id><published>2015-03-21T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2019-12-19T06:30:35.202-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advogado"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conto"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="frases latinas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="latim"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mundo jurídico"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pro bono"/><title type='text'>Se é para o bem...</title><summary type="text">
O velho e bom latim carrega em seus vocábulos, utilizados fartamente na linguagem jurídica, suas &quot;razões de imediata aplicação&quot; em circunstâncias corriqueiras ou emergenciais. Quer ver?&amp;nbsp;



- Doutor, eu tinha que fazer aquilo!



- Como assim, meu cliente?



- Uma voz me dizia...



- E o que ela dizia?&amp;nbsp;



- Que o meu caminho já estava traçado...&amp;nbsp;



- Mas que caminho?&amp;nbsp;



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/4580845388772285766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/4580845388772285766?isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/4580845388772285766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/4580845388772285766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2015/03/se-e-para-o-bem.html' title='Se é para o bem...'/><author><name>Abel Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459376166481750820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNVaL4wG1gUksqyOQ2Rnw80y9N9tzyAW2fUJrE_Edep-AbKplOQtAGEtos1Nh97k420E9JWL3FJOtwZR3e6KN3DysHM1hhqyyUnFR-EcabqHf2nEWaf77PJ3KJOFdsw/s113/Abel+em+close+recortado1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmeJui8Tr_bhRXfSQG03cA9eQTtkcROXOJIJPpV738UHVe5CFfuWZSHgzMEGht-2FtxAXqi3kxNRGTDDLuxD_qMamDDv4JKEJdEjdjGIAR2BafPKKi_s7k63jnIhpy6ApHog-B-IGzwlIe/s72-c/Mafalda+latim.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464925386153832819.post-7219977516392100615</id><published>2015-02-04T05:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2019-12-19T07:54:57.532-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bebê"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conversa com o bebê"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crônica"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gravidez"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mãe"/><title type='text'>Enquanto se espera nenê...</title><summary type="text">
Fui à podóloga com minha esposa, curioso para saber como é o trabalho dela... Não sabia que existia tanta unha encravada por aí até começar a pagar os serviços desta profissional, praticamente todo mês!

Havia também uma manicure no local. E uma grande sala de espera, onde não consegui fazer o que mais gosto nestas ocasiões: colocar em dia a leitura das revistas de fofoca...&amp;nbsp;

O movimento </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/7219977516392100615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/7219977516392100615?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/7219977516392100615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/7219977516392100615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2015/02/enquanto-se-espera-nene.html' title='Enquanto se espera nenê...'/><author><name>Abel Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459376166481750820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNVaL4wG1gUksqyOQ2Rnw80y9N9tzyAW2fUJrE_Edep-AbKplOQtAGEtos1Nh97k420E9JWL3FJOtwZR3e6KN3DysHM1hhqyyUnFR-EcabqHf2nEWaf77PJ3KJOFdsw/s113/Abel+em+close+recortado1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguvFaIZMptZ37WOIdz5OpxFqgbUIrkbNBYx0CxpbWw5X2wuL9R3CfPxVftSnsZzWHAhXzt7ObnCuTAaD1VIikyTAZnv9yzfcKdMrhnmeIJYcmMLPwuj9LBbqw0n0jNaUkD5sDQYRwD1zo7/s72-c/gravidez+gr%C3%A1vida+conversa+beb%C3%AA.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464925386153832819.post-195864826971946437</id><published>2015-01-11T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2015-01-11T23:48:06.968-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="entrevista"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ficção histórica"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="G. Mascarenhas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lendas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seres lendários"/><title type='text'>Numa curva do rio Guaporé nossas naus se encontraram: Capitão Thomas e o Príncipe da Beira</title><summary type="text">
para escrever o meu primeiro romance
de ficção histórica, acima intitulado, lancei a questão apresentada a seguir,
num grupo de discussão.



- Quais são os contornos
biográficos, ficcionais ou reais, de uma pessoa que se tornou uma lenda? 



O estudioso G. Mascarenhas, que tem
se debruçado sobre a ficcionalidade dos livros de aventura, mangás e animes me
respondeu:



- Os detalhes imprecisos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/195864826971946437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/195864826971946437?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/195864826971946437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/195864826971946437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2015/01/numa-curva-do-rio-guapore-nossas-naus.html' title='Numa curva do rio Guaporé nossas naus se encontraram: Capitão Thomas e o Príncipe da Beira'/><author><name>Abel Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459376166481750820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNVaL4wG1gUksqyOQ2Rnw80y9N9tzyAW2fUJrE_Edep-AbKplOQtAGEtos1Nh97k420E9JWL3FJOtwZR3e6KN3DysHM1hhqyyUnFR-EcabqHf2nEWaf77PJ3KJOFdsw/s113/Abel+em+close+recortado1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh7oNgm_8KKCWpWQdaOJkNNjiIXK4BEe0j9VMxbLZNYeTnn5bLE0xbQb9N1f2zRveya7fSzR_5h0hOElyKtw1J2RnUkalIEQUG6-oHPyP-aEvIbNdGpJq2E_xnYhOOWbToOQLUMpYRyK-K/s72-c/pirata+Capit%C3%A3o+Thomas+ilustra%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Thomas+Kelly+Pauley.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464925386153832819.post-5636769894422865887</id><published>2015-01-10T18:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2015-01-10T18:26:54.986-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="atenção"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conto"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="corrigenda"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filha"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="menina"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mãe"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="obediência"/><title type='text'>A menina que tinha ouvido de mercador</title><summary type="text">
Ela não ouvia mesmo.
Ou fingia não ouvir. O fato é que se colocava a salvo dos chamados da mãe.



A atenção, o
envolvimento com os brinquedos, diriam alguns, desvia do ouvido infantil
qualquer chamado.



Não se sabia se era o
caso, pois em casa ela ouvia bem.&amp;nbsp;Quando atravessava a
cerca da casa vizinha, porém, apagava-se o sentido da audição.



A audição aguçada é
para poucos, li em algum</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/5636769894422865887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/5636769894422865887?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/5636769894422865887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/5636769894422865887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2015/01/a-menina-que-tinha-ouvido-de-mercador.html' title='A menina que tinha ouvido de mercador'/><author><name>Abel Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459376166481750820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNVaL4wG1gUksqyOQ2Rnw80y9N9tzyAW2fUJrE_Edep-AbKplOQtAGEtos1Nh97k420E9JWL3FJOtwZR3e6KN3DysHM1hhqyyUnFR-EcabqHf2nEWaf77PJ3KJOFdsw/s113/Abel+em+close+recortado1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVnDAXJcp7XlrXjAgpfHAeN892JiwpRdBceGhy9HUQvnk-3J2gwIEWzZHBYeoTma-2qjKAGhCNf5dxZVfsJj32o0ejfLa7sTK7QOEVPVaCAAbZJ2JpPrBc78CxbCbbq1PYa5BuI-10mM-W/s72-c/menina+e+passarinho+papel+de+parede.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464925386153832819.post-820611376874720801</id><published>2015-01-09T06:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2015-01-09T06:44:02.177-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="café"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="café com leite"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Juscelino Kubitschek"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="leite"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Leite Moça"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minas Gerais"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="presidente"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="São Paulo"/><title type='text'>A moça que ajudou a eleger um presidente</title><summary type="text">
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Certos
produtos penetram o imaginário popular de tal forma, que é como se existissem
há séculos e fizessem parte da dieta dos nossos mais remotos antepassados. 

Alguns, em
particular, costumam participar de fatos históricos. Pelo menos numa das
histórias que me chegaram aos ouvidos. Lendárias ou não, são saborosas. 

Contam, por
exemplo, aquela na </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/820611376874720801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/820611376874720801?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/820611376874720801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/820611376874720801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2015/01/a-moca-que-ajudou-eleger-um-presidente.html' title='A moça que ajudou a eleger um presidente'/><author><name>Abel Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459376166481750820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNVaL4wG1gUksqyOQ2Rnw80y9N9tzyAW2fUJrE_Edep-AbKplOQtAGEtos1Nh97k420E9JWL3FJOtwZR3e6KN3DysHM1hhqyyUnFR-EcabqHf2nEWaf77PJ3KJOFdsw/s113/Abel+em+close+recortado1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPEYzF7PEaTwYB3iwX7CNnBPZsXHjeiKJXm45O4M8nUjI7xBpNhF9437QYZZ-8psnlEerUOIiQmm58cdXABR-_4geVZMgSlFC8_uf9jVT6-DuncNyGPnipVzAhNO8AWTLurnYvCPbIjGhyphenhyphen/s72-c/Leite+Mo%C3%A7a+lata+1946.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464925386153832819.post-3691064953198834742</id><published>2015-01-07T07:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2019-12-19T07:07:55.753-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conto"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Doutor Chiquito"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Guarda-Mór"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minas Gerais"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Paracatu"/><title type='text'>Ao relento</title><summary type="text">- Vó, é bom dormir ao relento? 

- Onde você ouviu isso, menino?

- No filme de bang bang, ontem à noite.

- Como foi a frase?

- “Não se preocupe, será apenas uma
noite dormindo ao relento”.

- O personagem dormiu bem?



- Quando ele apareceu, novamente, já
estava de pé dando água ao seu cavalo.



- Hoje você dormirá ao relento, no
caminhão do seu pai. Aí você vai saber!






Meu pai chegou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/3691064953198834742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/3691064953198834742?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/3691064953198834742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/3691064953198834742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2015/01/ao-relento.html' title='Ao relento'/><author><name>Abel Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459376166481750820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNVaL4wG1gUksqyOQ2Rnw80y9N9tzyAW2fUJrE_Edep-AbKplOQtAGEtos1Nh97k420E9JWL3FJOtwZR3e6KN3DysHM1hhqyyUnFR-EcabqHf2nEWaf77PJ3KJOFdsw/s113/Abel+em+close+recortado1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3LZT4sNQINzJ9KiDRE4q3vnklTg4x6LnxMrGBAHJcmVX-OWsj8S3F_4d2xLHC2G72fq4pu1MlXgdBqRa2orRVDZkB_tAF3qoHY9pYGMWCo21GNcYBShObtSt6RE5YoXVLnsu4swqysTk_/s72-c/caminh%C3%A3o+FNM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464925386153832819.post-6446983583346843503</id><published>2014-12-23T08:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2014-12-23T08:39:20.059-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Abel Sidney"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Natal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema"/><title type='text'># pré-aquecimento poético de Natal #</title><summary type="text">

O
NATAL DE CADA UM




Ah, no meu tempo é que 

havia Natal de verdade!

assim suspiram muitos

independente da idade...



Saudosismo renitente?

pode ser insatisfação

um modo de afirmar

por meio da negação.



A verdade, nestes casos,

é a verdade de cada um:

junção do que se gosta

e a fuga ao que é comum.



Retratos particulares, retalho

que se remenda, lembrança

família, amigos, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/6446983583346843503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/6446983583346843503?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/6446983583346843503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/6446983583346843503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2014/12/pre-aquecimento-poetico-de-natal.html' title='# pré-aquecimento poético de Natal #'/><author><name>Abel Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459376166481750820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNVaL4wG1gUksqyOQ2Rnw80y9N9tzyAW2fUJrE_Edep-AbKplOQtAGEtos1Nh97k420E9JWL3FJOtwZR3e6KN3DysHM1hhqyyUnFR-EcabqHf2nEWaf77PJ3KJOFdsw/s113/Abel+em+close+recortado1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eWGoK9480_E/VJlUeNBlpBI/AAAAAAAANBI/zx1OGjBbAhQ/s72-c/meu%2Bnatal.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464925386153832819.post-4297297131355349119</id><published>2014-12-22T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2014-12-22T11:59:13.732-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amizade"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boas coisas da vida"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crônica"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="livro"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="música"/><title type='text'>crônica do dia | 22 de dezembro </title><summary type="text">
BOM PARA A VISTA



Sabe o que me disse o oftalmologista
no meu último aniversário?



- Muitos anos de vista para você!



Brincando, retruquei:



- Sou um homem de visão, doutor!



- Sei! Esta gracinha é velha e até
um cego já me disse isso...



- E o senhor respondeu o quê?



- Fiquei sem ação, mas segundos
depois ele completou: &quot;De visão interior, é claro!&quot;



- O senhor acredita em &quot;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/4297297131355349119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/4297297131355349119?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/4297297131355349119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/4297297131355349119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2014/12/cronica-do-dia-22-de-dezembro.html' title='crônica do dia | 22 de dezembro '/><author><name>Abel Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459376166481750820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' 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amaldiçoada, eu seicomo se a imposição de tarefaspor si só fosse algo pesado, uma tragédiaquando bem&amp;nbsp;pode&amp;nbsp;ser uma aventura, uma comédia...Tenho aprendido que é nos minutospoucos, esparsos, contidos, que nos restaque podemos das insignificâncias </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/6367332434812520585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/6367332434812520585?isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/6367332434812520585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/6367332434812520585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2013/04/santa-rotina.html' title='Santa 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vistade onde se estendia toda cidade aos seus pésmas o poeta que recebia tantas cartas todo diamodesto, amigo, cortês não se permitia desfeitae ao carteiro oferecia a boa macaxeira,o açaí, a pupunha cozidanão aceitando </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/8770507191105405084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/8770507191105405084?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/8770507191105405084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/8770507191105405084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2013/03/poeminha-acriano.html' title='poeminha acriano'/><author><name>Abel 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Ou Rondônia e Acre.Eles, no campo cultural, estão efetivamente a léguas de nós, rondonienses. Isso é fato, como fato foi a reinauguração da Casa do Seringueiro, na Biblioteca da Floresta, no dia 19 de março deste ano de 2013.O ex-seringueiro Francisco Alves Pedrosa, de 75 anos, teve uma grande surpresa ao se deparar com o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/1948022629183675738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/1948022629183675738?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/1948022629183675738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/1948022629183675738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2013/03/enquanto-isso-no-acre.html' title='enquanto isso no Acre...'/><author><name>Abel Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459376166481750820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNVaL4wG1gUksqyOQ2Rnw80y9N9tzyAW2fUJrE_Edep-AbKplOQtAGEtos1Nh97k420E9JWL3FJOtwZR3e6KN3DysHM1hhqyyUnFR-EcabqHf2nEWaf77PJ3KJOFdsw/s113/Abel+em+close+recortado1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAPIpiCyNl6Y-cOpEShVjiKvKvjonYQkx01ob328rcAMHdWfElp18iIMuey1SVeSz0lNOno2TAKFiK4D0FQwOwgdjYkH3NgIWSE-fXJnOImhX4hZEkAYEer_3zvAeo6CGU1AGAIOaUQmw/s72-c/casa+do+seringueiro+biblioteca+da+floresta+rio+branco-ac.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464925386153832819.post-1205812593266487809</id><published>2013-03-27T06:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2014-07-19T05:49:17.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>da imagem às palavras... das causas impossíveis e seu fascínio</title><summary type="text">Há sempre muito o que fazer quando nos credenciamos a trabalhar em causas quase impossíveis!A lista destas causas é imensa. A depender do verbo no infinitivo que usamos ela se multiplica por dezena ou centena.Quer ver? O verbo erradicar nos leva facilmente a uma dúzia e meia de boas causas:. Erradicar a malária, a dengue e outras doenças tropicais, endêmicas ainda.. Erradicar a miséria, que ainda</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/1205812593266487809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/1205812593266487809?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/1205812593266487809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/1205812593266487809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2013/03/da-imagem-as-palavras-das-causas.html' title='da imagem às palavras... das causas impossíveis e seu fascínio'/><author><name>Abel Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459376166481750820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNVaL4wG1gUksqyOQ2Rnw80y9N9tzyAW2fUJrE_Edep-AbKplOQtAGEtos1Nh97k420E9JWL3FJOtwZR3e6KN3DysHM1hhqyyUnFR-EcabqHf2nEWaf77PJ3KJOFdsw/s113/Abel+em+close+recortado1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_glccT1aDZ99Y9XAnpTkgo4rbcJiV0fva9PMlSDWQzJhL2jf3pqn0u2tFyMUxYKGp17s9jMpGmyI4bDMrk3tcWp_ZJCuVUBbPq_abd2eVxtGzJQE7cqexUUyLYHTdrOHFuiw3VSodJ1M/s72-c/leitura+menino+de+%C3%B3culos.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464925386153832819.post-2639603785918324384</id><published>2013-03-27T06:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-27T06:30:45.099-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conto"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="contos populares"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="infância"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memória"/><title type='text'>Os monstros de Sofia</title><summary type="text">


Minha sobrinha Sofia, quando tinha uns seis anos, era dessas
crianças precoces, que dizem coisas que encantam e assustam os adultos.&amp;nbsp;



Felizmente, minha irmã sempre a tratou a pão e água, pois dizia
que ela se transformasse numa estrela, numa artista, não teria como
controlá-la, depois. &amp;nbsp;Bastavam os estragos que os tios e avós faziam...



Eu evitava entrar nas discussões do tipo “</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/2639603785918324384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/2639603785918324384?isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/2639603785918324384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/2639603785918324384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2013/03/os-monstros-de-sofia.html' title='Os monstros de Sofia'/><author><name>Abel Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459376166481750820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNVaL4wG1gUksqyOQ2Rnw80y9N9tzyAW2fUJrE_Edep-AbKplOQtAGEtos1Nh97k420E9JWL3FJOtwZR3e6KN3DysHM1hhqyyUnFR-EcabqHf2nEWaf77PJ3KJOFdsw/s113/Abel+em+close+recortado1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIJ4BUPWWVygP5esAZsOlK67LKYE8cnGi5dKZOI9e49dzxwYwu94mTpi6sXNWcAbbW3uT36Gvn7CsnSaR7q4ZsCSJzMXBSzioqDqNbVMNuHKihmu1JZRC4hDBDkSdSMUyST8yRejOXzFlf/s72-c/monstrinho0.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464925386153832819.post-2263606986316659045</id><published>2013-03-08T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-08T10:57:38.573-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Almanak Administrativo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Balas Carlito"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Charles Chaplin"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ernestides Lopes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mercantil e Industrial do Rio de Janeiro"/><title type='text'>Relíquias do Vô Daylor - Balas Carlito (ii)</title><summary type="text">Pouco pude conhecer, ainda, da figura do industrial Ernestides Lopes, fabricante de doces. Pressinto, porém, estar no encalço de um desses anônimos homens além do seu tempo.

O rótulo das balas Carlito, que começamos a apresentar aqui neste blog, é indício da inteligência e sensibilidade deste empreendedor.

O Almanak Administrativo, Mercantil e Industrial do Rio de Janeiro (1891 a 1940), em sua </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/2263606986316659045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/2263606986316659045?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/2263606986316659045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/2263606986316659045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2013/03/reliquias-do-vo-daylor-balas-carlito-ii.html' title='Relíquias do Vô Daylor - Balas Carlito (ii)'/><author><name>Abel Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459376166481750820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNVaL4wG1gUksqyOQ2Rnw80y9N9tzyAW2fUJrE_Edep-AbKplOQtAGEtos1Nh97k420E9JWL3FJOtwZR3e6KN3DysHM1hhqyyUnFR-EcabqHf2nEWaf77PJ3KJOFdsw/s113/Abel+em+close+recortado1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCAd7IEQPqwyZi_SNpGgscqiaHq4f-hjAFFQG57HnfIEGlSw1OAv1E_RUJuA6xR1N6kQB_kD0tpNtsipHdwzYNGweUMgkdXO_X6PdJRIdn1I7_F0kfHtU_il4COUsf8hMhyphenhyphenGqyUaxo5nii/s72-c/Ernestides+Lopes+rapaduras.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464925386153832819.post-5457039729725587247</id><published>2013-03-07T06:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-07T06:23:32.890-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Balas Carlito"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Charles Chaplin"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ernestides Lopes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="figurinha"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="figurinhas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Porto Alegre"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vô Daylor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="álbum de figurinha"/><title type='text'>Relíquias do Vô Daylor - Balas Carlito (i)</title><summary type="text">






O senhor Daylor é pai de Nailka, amiga nossa, hoje morando em Florianópolis. Estas relíquias do anos 30/40 do século passado foram colecionadas por ele e nos chegou à mão, com convite para preservarmos e divulgarmos, o que está está sendo feito.&amp;nbsp;



Estas figurinhas eram vendidas e colocadas em álbuns.&amp;nbsp;



Conforme podemos ler adiante era muito comum em Porto Alegre &quot;daquele </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/5457039729725587247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/5457039729725587247?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/5457039729725587247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/5457039729725587247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2013/03/reliquias-do-vo-daylor-balas-carlito-i.html' title='Relíquias do Vô Daylor - Balas Carlito (i)'/><author><name>Abel Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459376166481750820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNVaL4wG1gUksqyOQ2Rnw80y9N9tzyAW2fUJrE_Edep-AbKplOQtAGEtos1Nh97k420E9JWL3FJOtwZR3e6KN3DysHM1hhqyyUnFR-EcabqHf2nEWaf77PJ3KJOFdsw/s113/Abel+em+close+recortado1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8P42Y7ry6cysdLfwtAx0fJhNmVnV8YriI_rYTybGZV4Xu7FYoptZUGiAvCbJUT3jgc7oUlAKpssrhfBRw_xnROFLdltKwWrZnYXluz_2J8zQIUxrNIceeBVjV6wxBB8coJGLUBczz5vTO/s72-c/balascarlito1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464925386153832819.post-8655007370299116918</id><published>2013-02-19T06:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2014-07-19T05:49:17.312-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="serenidade"/><title type='text'>Serenidade</title><summary type="text">O Rio (Manuel Bandeira)Ser como o rio que defluisilencioso dentro da noite.Não temer as trevas da noite.Se há estrelas no céu, refleti-las.E se os céus se pejam de nuvens,como o rio as nuvens são água,Refleti-las também sem mágoanas profundidades tranquilas.Está aí o retrato do que podemos denominar de serenidade, algo tão essencial nestes dias conturbados em que vivemos.J. Herculano Pires </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/8655007370299116918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/8655007370299116918?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/8655007370299116918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/8655007370299116918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2013/02/serenidade.html' title='Serenidade'/><author><name>Abel Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459376166481750820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNVaL4wG1gUksqyOQ2Rnw80y9N9tzyAW2fUJrE_Edep-AbKplOQtAGEtos1Nh97k420E9JWL3FJOtwZR3e6KN3DysHM1hhqyyUnFR-EcabqHf2nEWaf77PJ3KJOFdsw/s113/Abel+em+close+recortado1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZNQkv8mFrKW2IT3UeHHazfzNAq4747uEATZ1bEX97iqPwkVMm5LfDp3yM-oLUl0LAsW1TKWf_F8-LA8wrwEtQYOpCSFQLAP8xkhZCo_W5N_n6THIcqqKTYi7-WWb3if2tQEKi6NOUcfg/s72-c/carpas.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464925386153832819.post-7937206812584256093</id><published>2013-02-06T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2014-07-19T05:49:17.326-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alasca"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="esquimós"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="visita ao blog"/><title type='text'>o frio é de lascar, mas dizem que os povos do Alasca são hospitaleiros...</title><summary type="text">No primeiro dia deste nosso blog já fomos vistos por 15 pessoas, do Alasca à Alemanha, dos Estados Unidos ao Brasil...O que mais me intrigou foi saber que alguém no Alasca me visitou.Será algum brasileiro perdido por lá? Ou um nativo teria aportado por acaso na minha infocanoa amazônica?Acabo de ler na Wikipédia sobre os povos de lá:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Inupiaq, Yupik, Aleut, Eyak, Tlingit, Haida e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/7937206812584256093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/7937206812584256093?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/7937206812584256093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/7937206812584256093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2013/02/o-frio-e-de-lascar-mas-dizem-que-os.html' title='o frio é de lascar, mas dizem que os povos do Alasca são hospitaleiros...'/><author><name>Abel Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459376166481750820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNVaL4wG1gUksqyOQ2Rnw80y9N9tzyAW2fUJrE_Edep-AbKplOQtAGEtos1Nh97k420E9JWL3FJOtwZR3e6KN3DysHM1hhqyyUnFR-EcabqHf2nEWaf77PJ3KJOFdsw/s113/Abel+em+close+recortado1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhobfMgJu6eRXSMdDRi0lN4XEu3s3EUQZX2JP_ZW52Ox95G6o0xowQywiwH7-tJFY4WBTkUmwJRJ7ZGTwlPqOeMiV8kJ0xIBxOiRIAVNqjv1ZsNB6oOdVUo1BSKuanMfBhFRRKL4UqwLPI/s72-c/visualizacoes_umas+poucas+linhas.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464925386153832819.post-628019524553805791</id><published>2013-02-06T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2014-07-19T05:49:17.373-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fé"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="palavras"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="preces"/><title type='text'>sabe aquela necessidade de nos mantermos otimistas?!</title><summary type="text">nada de perplexidade, de estupefação.precisamos de ânimo novo.precisamos de aventuras, mesmo que sob as travas do cálculo, do planejamento.existirá campo mais fértil do que as aventuras que as palavras e o seu mundo vasto nos oferta?nada de angústia, de desconforto ante a rotina.precisamos abrir todas as janelas.em tempos de invernos aqui na Amazônia, nem casa, nem alma podem permanecer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/628019524553805791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/628019524553805791?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/628019524553805791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/628019524553805791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2013/02/sabe-aquela-necessidade-de-nos.html' title='sabe aquela necessidade de nos mantermos otimistas?!'/><author><name>Abel Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459376166481750820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNVaL4wG1gUksqyOQ2Rnw80y9N9tzyAW2fUJrE_Edep-AbKplOQtAGEtos1Nh97k420E9JWL3FJOtwZR3e6KN3DysHM1hhqyyUnFR-EcabqHf2nEWaf77PJ3KJOFdsw/s113/Abel+em+close+recortado1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBYIwJSAKp32l0AiT7IT7Q9oUIe0L-sJPlSrjY_pPf0SaWnaIPWEJ5dnRp51oYz0Z_peCVWvYs3ybnFunC0RY5JQdf5PVIjvIkrJDzRKDN_rfmMIkiRvcKTyd93CMvdg4yUS5hPQu3AGU/s72-c/paisagem+flickrhivemind.net.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Porto Velho - RO, República Federativa do Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-8.7618253 -63.901960000000031</georss:point><georss:box>-12.7734883 -69.065534000000028 -4.7501622999999995 -58.738386000000034</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464925386153832819.post-4751012495362973218</id><published>2013-02-06T06:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2014-07-19T05:49:17.400-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mistério"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pedra"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pedreira"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prosa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pó"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="re-"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reatualização"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="renovação"/><title type='text'>é pedreira!</title><summary type="text">as pedras tem suscitado, no mundo da arte, muitas imagens e palavras. tem inspirado poemas.ainda ontem lia sobre as &quot;pedras esféricas&quot; da Costa Rica. talvez mera arte primitiva, talvez sinal de vida extraterrestre. talvez.talvez seja mais sábio manter discreta distância entre o mistério e a sua solução.que mania temos que querer desvendar tudo!é mais poético discorrer sobre as pedras que rolam, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/feeds/4751012495362973218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6464925386153832819/4751012495362973218?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/4751012495362973218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464925386153832819/posts/default/4751012495362973218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abelsidney.blogspot.com/2013/02/e-pedreira.html' title='é pedreira!'/><author><name>Abel Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459376166481750820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNVaL4wG1gUksqyOQ2Rnw80y9N9tzyAW2fUJrE_Edep-AbKplOQtAGEtos1Nh97k420E9JWL3FJOtwZR3e6KN3DysHM1hhqyyUnFR-EcabqHf2nEWaf77PJ3KJOFdsw/s113/Abel+em+close+recortado1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaikYLsHrApIwRgaMO4nSX1iZ2jISHOXf5FaAaLegc2oE13GXB2N0l-U5WrXa1nK_LYUE7NXsXtmcBOFgz9MioNeuCp6zAFZGxMiE2m32REjepK0dPYHKlgRfOOBkLaPuIEON-wg_G-Tk/s72-c/pedra+pedras+esf%C3%A9ricas+Costa+Rica.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>