<?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: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-1593331569444030057</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:02:51.434-02:00</updated><category term='romance'/><category term='musica'/><category term='museu'/><category term='dança'/><category term='tango'/><category term='Buenos aires'/><category term='Rio Tigre'/><category term='l&apos;amour'/><category term='viagem'/><category term='kiss me'/><category term='Beijo'/><category term='Puente de la Mujer'/><category term='Filme Mensagem pra você'/><category term='Jamie Oliver'/><category term='casa rosada'/><category term='mundo mac'/><category term='Puerto Madero'/><category term='Santiago Calatrava'/><category term='dinossauros'/><category term='cachorro'/><category term='cinema'/><category term='mãe'/><category term='zoológico'/><category term='dia dos namorados'/><category term='dia das mães'/><category term='starbucks'/><category term='U2'/><category term='Gustav Klimt'/><category term='Lujan'/><category term='Sob o sol de Toscana'/><category term='casa nova'/><category term='Nigella'/><category term='filme'/><category term='In my world'/><category term='filmes'/><category term='individualidade'/><category term='caminito'/><title type='text'>In other words</title><subtitle type='html'>tudo em outras palavras</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-534073768837965166</id><published>2012-02-13T01:33:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T01:33:48.525-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Velha Guarda da Portela &amp; Marisa Monte</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2lvX-Nx9oto" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Falando em carnaval...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sabe das músicas que te arrepiam, das vozes que te arrepiam,&amp;nbsp; das baianas que te arrepiam.... Já sentiu aquela conexão de tudo que te toca? Do bater das palmas da arte popular da música brasileira? Assim é Velha Guarda da Portela &amp;amp; Marisa Monte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-534073768837965166?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/534073768837965166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2012/02/velha-guarda-da-portela-marisa-monte.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/534073768837965166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/534073768837965166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2012/02/velha-guarda-da-portela-marisa-monte.html' title='Velha Guarda da Portela &amp; Marisa Monte'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2lvX-Nx9oto/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-1464248444915050396</id><published>2012-01-31T23:58:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T00:09:51.029-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Mccurry e muito da série coisas que eu gostaria de fazer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cjcbnwyFOH8/TyiKGzozxtI/AAAAAAAAAvA/3OSDbpSmvc4/s1600/steve-mccurry-india.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cjcbnwyFOH8/TyiKGzozxtI/AAAAAAAAAvA/3OSDbpSmvc4/s640/steve-mccurry-india.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;OTO: ÍNDIA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mulheres se protegem de tempestadede areia no deserto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para esta foto existe um minuto de sabedoria e para todas as outras um universo inteiro só dela.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;" Vc não pode ficar preso no que pensa ser seu destino a jornada é tão importante quanto seu destino. Vc tem que estar preparado para o que vc vê em seu caminho. Assim surgiu esta foto."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Eu queria escrever sobre Steve Mccurry, mas a verdade é que através dele nos enxergamos e percebemos o quanto somos humanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve com seus registros fotográficos te faz querer mais vida. Te faz sentir vivo e por isso vc quer continuar tentando. Apesar das incertezas, da dor, das decepções...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Suas cores fazem seu coração bater como bateria de escola de samba. Vc repete pra vc mesmo: I alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_GI7HInVZJM/TyiYiLEkXoI/AAAAAAAAAxI/H5Jm659Gyeg/s1600/MALI-10004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_GI7HInVZJM/TyiYiLEkXoI/AAAAAAAAAxI/H5Jm659Gyeg/s400/MALI-10004.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Seu universo faz vc querer se misturar com essa gente &lt;b&gt;brava gente brasileira&lt;/b&gt;, faz vc querer conhecer o mundo, experimentar outras culturas, explorar territórios e afirmar sou Marco Polo inspiradamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aD82J9oLO18/TyiWVicc7mI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/kXZQZgJ1Yo0/s1600/USA-10292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aD82J9oLO18/TyiWVicc7mI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/kXZQZgJ1Yo0/s400/USA-10292.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sim eu queria fazer o que achar possível pra estar realizada, fazer reverência ao Dalai Lama,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AZoNz-CNYYA/TyiV8U0OmRI/AAAAAAAAAvI/7fc2ozSB7Q0/s1600/CHINA-10038NF3_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AZoNz-CNYYA/TyiV8U0OmRI/AAAAAAAAAvI/7fc2ozSB7Q0/s400/CHINA-10038NF3_0.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6zd5VCUFUpo/Tyibx4DSyYI/AAAAAAAAAxg/k_rSK3Q88WU/s1600/CHINA-10018NF2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6zd5VCUFUpo/Tyibx4DSyYI/AAAAAAAAAxg/k_rSK3Q88WU/s400/CHINA-10018NF2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;beijar o Bono no show, tocar o piano gigante com os pés na cia de Tom Hanks, ver o nascer do sol em Israel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;cozinhar em Toscana, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;me apaixonar de verdade ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LjVU_vyJuTg/TyiXCFvaWVI/AAAAAAAAAwY/J_it8bLqNPY/s400/ITALY-10268_0.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;eu queria passear por paris de mãos dados com alguém que eu possa de novo confiar, pintar uma aquarela em Veneza ao som de vivaldi - the four seasons,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTnwWfmamvI/TyiW_bGNPMI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/5bun6lBbPE4/s1600/ITALY-10071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTnwWfmamvI/TyiW_bGNPMI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/5bun6lBbPE4/s400/ITALY-10071.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;saber de verdade o que é frio e abrir a boca quando cair a neve, assistir de camarote as olimpiadas de inverno na Austria, ser responsável por uma criança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WJb1QsEKuCY/TyiWt01JJOI/AAAAAAAAAvY/WYTRE32pfMU/s1600/BURMA-10085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WJb1QsEKuCY/TyiWt01JJOI/AAAAAAAAAvY/WYTRE32pfMU/s400/BURMA-10085.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;sim eu ainda persisto e quero fazer a diferença, mas sei...que não vou mudar o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;e apesar de tudo, ele é incrivelmente fantástico e maravilhoso em sua plenitude complexa, imensa e humana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GoOvMKupLEQ/TyiYiyO1WSI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/CgD407xynmo/s1600/USA-10082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GoOvMKupLEQ/TyiYiyO1WSI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/CgD407xynmo/s400/USA-10082.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-1464248444915050396?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/1464248444915050396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2012/01/steve-mccurry-e-muito-da-serie-coisas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/1464248444915050396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/1464248444915050396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2012/01/steve-mccurry-e-muito-da-serie-coisas.html' title='Steve Mccurry e muito da série coisas que eu gostaria de fazer.'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cjcbnwyFOH8/TyiKGzozxtI/AAAAAAAAAvA/3OSDbpSmvc4/s72-c/steve-mccurry-india.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-6205401237728123436</id><published>2012-01-27T01:07:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T01:12:12.158-02:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 se foi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tMiTqvT7qBI/TyIN-7yuO2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/ErB6aRrLsRA/s1600/2192622-3827-rec.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tMiTqvT7qBI/TyIN-7yuO2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/ErB6aRrLsRA/s400/2192622-3827-rec.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2011 acabou foi um ano intenso de trabalho, reconstrução de se achar e se perder. Ano intenso, movimentado,&amp;nbsp; inquieto e bagunçado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Viramos 2012 com &lt;b&gt;good vibrations&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r33sJSI1ZxI/TyIN7RzT_yI/AAAAAAAAAts/USpuTXRxofo/s1600/384030_2952845695289_1085802509_3159023_668739797_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r33sJSI1ZxI/TyIN7RzT_yI/AAAAAAAAAts/USpuTXRxofo/s400/384030_2952845695289_1085802509_3159023_668739797_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sob os olhos do cristo redentor, em alto mar recebi a saudação de Copacabana. Ali entendi, porque o Rio é &lt;b&gt;cidade maravilhosa&lt;/b&gt;. Ali quis todos que amo perto, e de alguma forma todos estavam em meu pensamento e coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ao som e luz dos fogos fantásticos, exatamente como os chineses inventaram, espantamos os maus espíritos. Pedimos força para permanecer no caminho, saúde para estrapolar o caminho e paz para seguir nosso caminho... Agradecemos o caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OkTiJ5qan-8/TyIOFIP9jNI/AAAAAAAAAuU/mlRJ-mnUfMg/s1600/elena-kalis_18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="372" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OkTiJ5qan-8/TyIOFIP9jNI/AAAAAAAAAuU/mlRJ-mnUfMg/s400/elena-kalis_18.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Flores foram lançadas ao imenso mar desse mundão. Uma rosa branca foi lançada de minha mão e um pedido foi feito à Iemanjá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Iemanjá, mãe, rainha do mar, conhecida por dona Janaína, Inaê, Princesa de Aiocá e Maria, no paralelismo com a religião católica. Aiocá é o reino das terras misteriosas da felicidade e da liberdade, imagem das terras natais da África, saudades dos dias livres na floresta &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;— &lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jorge_Amado" title="Jorge Amado"&gt;Jorge Amado&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Na casa de Jorge Amado pedi conselhos para ser mais mulher e não mais menina. Para ser sábia, para abrir o coração. Para apenas confiar no processo da vida sem cativar uma alma agreste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FP3Evuu-NG8/TyIPvW9BP0I/AAAAAAAAAu0/rQDV6lpoNyk/s1600/309714_269559183078475_266869470014113_880567_1152026742_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FP3Evuu-NG8/TyIPvW9BP0I/AAAAAAAAAu0/rQDV6lpoNyk/s400/309714_269559183078475_266869470014113_880567_1152026742_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Foi lá na Bahia de todos os santos que recebi meu axé, mentalizei o que buscava na vida e pedi pra receber o que é meu por direito, por luta, por caminhada. Respirei leve e deixei ir tudo aquilo que não me pertence mais, na terra onde santos, orixás e energias estão presentes em todos os lugares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mc4WcpeHol0/TyIN_n_Gx3I/AAAAAAAAAuI/8Fb_QUA0E20/s1600/benzedeira2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mc4WcpeHol0/TyIN_n_Gx3I/AAAAAAAAAuI/8Fb_QUA0E20/s400/benzedeira2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Em uma tarde em Itapoã...Suspirei conselhos de Vinícios de Moraes, eu quis descer e bater um papo com ele, &lt;b&gt;tomar o cachorro engarrafado.&lt;/b&gt; Entender os processos da vida e do coração pedir conselhos sobre o que é realmente o amor. Mas só me vinha a frase: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;A vida é a arte do encontro, embora haja tanto desencontro pela vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1a/Cquote2.svg/20px-Cquote2.svg.png" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;No banho daquele mar bateu o sal, a água fria, respirei, deixei ir, renovei as forças, mergulhei a cabeça, acreditei ...quis e confiei ao universo sua missão. Ali naquele momento tudo estava em seu pleno lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A energia da Bahia de São Salvador é diferente de qualquer lugar que eu conheço. A Bahia, é realmente pura energia, vibração é outra dimensão, outro mundo paralelo ao nosso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;As músicas de Lenine vinham à minha cabeça, como poesia dessa terra...Caribenha nação/Tuaregue nagô/Antes do por do sol/Gandaia das ondas/Pedra e areia/Paciência...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WIkLj-JVcgQ/TyIN8DFP3zI/AAAAAAAAAt0/kCEYfu6m1_g/s1600/393529_2931117552099_1085802509_3149138_422219433_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WIkLj-JVcgQ/TyIN8DFP3zI/AAAAAAAAAt0/kCEYfu6m1_g/s400/393529_2931117552099_1085802509_3149138_422219433_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E na estadia eu recebia o vento forte e morno no rosto, aos cabelos bagunçado eu era apenas eu, desencanada de qualquer opinião, qualquer crítica... das colunas de meus defeitos, de meus medos. Eu era apenas segura de quem sou.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu tava na beira da praia&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo as pancadas das ondas do mar .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu olhava a lua, me sentia livre, conhecia pessoas, estrapolava... E registrava quando necessário. E aqui finalizo o texto ao som da música tocada ao mar Need You Now , com o pianista devidamente registrado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XuJZEgdKhOo/TyIN9Mp0uCI/AAAAAAAAAt8/JMI1sXYkCYY/s1600/400248_2931134392520_1085802509_3149161_56394949_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XuJZEgdKhOo/TyIN9Mp0uCI/AAAAAAAAAt8/JMI1sXYkCYY/s400/400248_2931134392520_1085802509_3149161_56394949_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1OfsZyYPLoI" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-6205401237728123436?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/6205401237728123436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-se-foi.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6205401237728123436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6205401237728123436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-se-foi.html' title='2011 se foi...'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tMiTqvT7qBI/TyIN-7yuO2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/ErB6aRrLsRA/s72-c/2192622-3827-rec.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-150541447588522657</id><published>2011-10-23T17:41:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T18:01:04.548-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Foi bom pra você?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/raeodEszxW8" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos próximos do fim do ano, as decorações de Natal começam a invadir a cidade. Eu adoro decorações de Natal. Adoro a cerimônia "Natal". Montar a mesa, fazer as comidas, cozinhar e ficar bêbada, reunir a família...Adoro o calor que o Natal proporciona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V_YfjNRrivs/TqRa0SRDrUI/AAAAAAAAArM/tzgCjxXVrJo/s1600/166331_1789305807519_1085802509_2061875_3486113_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V_YfjNRrivs/TqRa0SRDrUI/AAAAAAAAArM/tzgCjxXVrJo/s400/166331_1789305807519_1085802509_2061875_3486113_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a vida segue-se assim com as campanhas e promoções movimentando o mercado e o trabalho nas agências também. O lado de lá é isso que todos veêm e vivem, gastando seu &lt;b&gt;ryco&lt;/b&gt; dinheiro e vivenciando ceias entre as famílias que desembrulham seus pacotes fynos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5C9kDVKOrX4" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas você já pensou&amp;nbsp; no &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;behind the scenes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Posso te dizer que tem um pouco de tudo. E vai da loucura dramática de um &lt;span class="st"&gt;Quentin Tarantino &lt;/span&gt;até a comédia escrachada e curiosa de Jerry Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a história típica do médico e monstro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DbtHSDkDBtE/TqRd0YjxeVI/AAAAAAAAArU/cHgs4k8t0hs/s1600/183317_1844229020565_1085802509_2164772_8318244_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DbtHSDkDBtE/TqRd0YjxeVI/AAAAAAAAArU/cHgs4k8t0hs/s400/183317_1844229020565_1085802509_2164772_8318244_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a vida em agência fosse um seriado da TV, seria a mistura de&lt;b&gt; 24horas&lt;/b&gt; (para entrega do seu job), &lt;b&gt;Heroes&lt;/b&gt; (com os superpoderes que você não tem), &lt;b&gt;$#*! My Dad Says&lt;/b&gt; (toda a parte que você não quer ouvir),&lt;b&gt;  The Big Bang Theory&lt;/b&gt; (a resistência da cultura Nerd, dos quadrinhos, da grande obra dos gênios da humanidade e da criação do universo em um layout, leia-se Key Visual), &lt;b&gt;Spartacus&lt;/b&gt; (sua guerra e &lt;span class="st"&gt;bravura &lt;i&gt;Indômita em manter seus principios&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&amp;nbsp; e &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (conhecido tb como Plantão Médico - tudo para a emergência da entrega do layout para o cliente que trabalha em horário comercial diferente de vocês criativos)&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9fjDR9LjH4/TqRvj0wf9QI/AAAAAAAAAsE/r_KMnbUHS6A/s1600/er.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9fjDR9LjH4/TqRvj0wf9QI/AAAAAAAAAsE/r_KMnbUHS6A/s400/er.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi o tempo saudosista onde apenas criar era gênio. Agora tem que criar em 3 dimensões também. Sabe as suas moradas fora do país, seu colegio técnico, sua faculdade, sua pós, seu bacharelado, seu curso extensivo em Barcelona, suas oficinas extras curriculares para aprender a criar seu animado &lt;i&gt;storytelling&lt;/i&gt;, o seu Gestalt, suas vitaminas, seu psicólogo, sua dedicação Heroes? Resumem-se ao horário comercial do cliente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta última semana na agência foi bem analitica. Não só por essa novela da qual já sabemos a muito tempo, mas por uma reunião de questionamentos &lt;b&gt;do que você &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;como ser" quer saber de verdade pra sua vida.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse nosso segmento de trabalho da publicidade, quanto mais você dá, mais você dá. E quanto mais você tem para dar, mais você vai dando como fonte infinita do universo paralelo. Isso soaria lindo se estivéssemos falando de causas justas e nobres por um mundo melhor. Mas na publicidade o ápice do acerto nunca chega. Você ainda precisa barganhar sua postura, seu salário, seu reconhecimento e sorrir. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas se o ditado diz que quem quer rir tem que fazer rir, eu to muito querendo rir porque já fiz muita gente rir.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PiZRusrTiI/TqRliex7l_I/AAAAAAAAAr0/yZM_drHdDPw/s1600/Little_Miss_Sunshine_637.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PiZRusrTiI/TqRliex7l_I/AAAAAAAAAr0/yZM_drHdDPw/s400/Little_Miss_Sunshine_637.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos o atleta da mente, onde o final nunca é o fim e resume-se na superação da superação, que nada mais é do que encapar a mesma história de todo o contexto com &lt;b&gt;mais do mesmo&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Há o publicitário: um Grande Mentiroso, gênio em ser Jim Carrey, brigando por uma causa única a mentira da caneta azul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O_XyCXkg2Gw/TqRmDv32STI/AAAAAAAAAr8/6gQ2WG1Hrhg/s1600/jim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O_XyCXkg2Gw/TqRmDv32STI/AAAAAAAAAr8/6gQ2WG1Hrhg/s400/jim.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a verdade cômica é dura no final, todo o seu esforço para ganhar uma concorrência da "tal" campanha promocional, termina num folheto take one dentro do bolso da calça jeans Levi`s numa máquina de lavar e o seu consolo é que ao menos ela seja Brastemp... blum &lt;span class="st"&gt;pá, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pum,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt; pá, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pum ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;i&gt; pá&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;i&gt;..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b3_jtrbX-pI" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu te pergunto: pra que o caos que causam dentro do universo interno publicitário? Quanta gente louca solta por ai! NãO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falar de criatividade não é nada simples. A criatividade é uma palavra muito mágica! E em seu contexto se insere, o humor e a viagem onde nada é impossível. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6bcJJD0Nm_g/TqRw2resrPI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ahtTxCiVNmc/s1600/truman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6bcJJD0Nm_g/TqRw2resrPI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ahtTxCiVNmc/s400/truman.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A criatividade é tb aquela palavra proibida a qual jamais deveríamos pronunciar pois mexe com o ego de todos os envolvidos. O ego é uma coisa muito difícil de lidar. Precisa praticar o desapego dele, para as coisas realmente funcionarem em paz, que é o mais importante para a mente do criativo em questão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A criatividade requer ao mesmo tempo concentração e descontração. É um exercício de pegar e largar, pegar e largar... É um conjunto de flexibilidade, bagagem humana, pontos de vista, amor e brilhantismo. Aquele que tem vale aqui uns bons drink e sinta-se iluminado! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jajjw-D5llE/TqRxg1afWuI/AAAAAAAAAsU/VxnrPmzoYIE/s1600/drink.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jajjw-D5llE/TqRxg1afWuI/AAAAAAAAAsU/VxnrPmzoYIE/s400/drink.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando acaba todo esse contexto&amp;nbsp; de uma campanha, vem a próxima season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas às vezes funciona o contexto de forma brilhante. Tem gente que iluminadamente junta tudo isso, junta todos os envolvidos, as 3 dimensões criativas, os videos mais vistos, muita cultura inútil, seus momentos adolescente e faz do limão uns bons drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RlqOXOmnYxI" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então eu te pergunto: Dentro do contexto do que você quer saber de verdade, foi bom pra você?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-150541447588522657?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/150541447588522657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/10/foi-bom-pra-voce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/150541447588522657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/150541447588522657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/10/foi-bom-pra-voce.html' title='Foi bom pra você?'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/raeodEszxW8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-4446447943156710459</id><published>2011-10-10T01:01:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T01:04:48.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E se foi mais um grande gênio da humanidade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Aquele que mudou seu jeito de usar um computador, aquele que mudou seu jeito de usar um telefone, aquele que mudou o jeito de usar a internet, aquele que mudou seu jeito de assistir cinema, aquele que mudou a própria disney, mudou seu jeito de ouvir música, aquele que foi além todos os dias, mesmo sabendo quando ia morrer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Me lembro a primeira vez que operei um imac. Ele era laranja e foi numa entrevista num escritório de design. Eu nunca havia operado um, não sabia que o teclado&amp;nbsp; era diferente, nunca tinha visto um sistema tão simples. Aquilo sim era vida e puro luxo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mo-kDsSJM3g/TpJtnPPYnsI/AAAAAAAAAq8/AsL0OCt36Gw/s1600/imac-1998-laranja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mo-kDsSJM3g/TpJtnPPYnsI/AAAAAAAAAq8/AsL0OCt36Gw/s320/imac-1998-laranja.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Muito tempo depois ficou registrado o primeiro imac que comprei, que atualmente se tornou o conjunto das grandes paixões da minha vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nfp1Sa-0-c0/TpJtqbbrhAI/AAAAAAAAArA/47Ou7OGhCEY/s1600/lucy%252B06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nfp1Sa-0-c0/TpJtqbbrhAI/AAAAAAAAArA/47Ou7OGhCEY/s400/lucy%252B06.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu costumo sempre postar em meu &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/Amanda_amorimm/media/slideshow?url=http%3A%2F%2Ftwitpic.com%2F6w0e25"&gt;twiiter&lt;/a&gt; uma série chamada homens que amamos + nesse dia de sua morte, o post foi: da série homem que amamos e que mudou minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tx30jm11Wgc/TpJt-faKKkI/AAAAAAAAArE/mcu1QbrPOsI/s1600/1lfflp.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tx30jm11Wgc/TpJt-faKKkI/AAAAAAAAArE/mcu1QbrPOsI/s400/1lfflp.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Em Buenos Aires li sua &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/Amanda_amorimm/media/slideshow?url=http%3A%2F%2Ftwitpic.com%2Fskls1"&gt;biografia&lt;/a&gt; inspiradora e me senti diretamente inspirada. Sua filosofia e frases como:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;• Tenha coragem de seguir o que seu coração e sua intuição dizem. Eles já sabem o que você realmente deseja. Todo resto é secundário. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;• Não faz sentido olhar para trás e pensar: devia ter feito isso ou aquilo, devia ter estado lá. Isso não importa. Vamos inventar o amanhã, e parar de nos preocupar com o passado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;• 90 horas por semana e adorando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;• Para se ter sucesso, é necessário amar de verdade o que se faz. Caso contrário, levando em conta apenas o lado racional, você simplesmente desiste. É o que acontece com a maioria das pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;• Concentre-se naquilo que você é bom, delegue todo o resto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Realmente me inspiraram a adotar pensamentos e seguir o que eu achava importante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Enfim posto aqui o depoimento de um grande homem, que fará ainda muita diferença nas próximas&amp;nbsp; 2 décadas, no mínimo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/049y9JCkzVc" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-4446447943156710459?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/4446447943156710459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/4446447943156710459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/4446447943156710459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mo-kDsSJM3g/TpJtnPPYnsI/AAAAAAAAAq8/AsL0OCt36Gw/s72-c/imac-1998-laranja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-6043897480031516402</id><published>2011-09-12T00:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T00:57:35.347-03:00</updated><title type='text'>11 de setembro - 10 anos depois</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ncECez8HGZg/Tm185ihcsdI/AAAAAAAAAq4/s_O0O8ePHsg/s1600/Picture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ncECez8HGZg/Tm185ihcsdI/AAAAAAAAAq4/s_O0O8ePHsg/s320/Picture+1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Há 10 anos atrás, em 11 de setembro de 2001 acontecia o atentado às torres gêmeas do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Trade_Center" title="World Trade Center"&gt;World Trade Center&lt;/a&gt; em &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nova_Iorque" title="Nova Iorque"&gt;Nova Iorque.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Todo ano, próximo ao aniversário das torres as pessoas se perguntam o que estavam fazendo neste dia. Eu nunca até o dia de hoje parei para pensar neste momento, tão pouco relembrar o que eu fazia ou onde estava neste dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas hoje com todos os fantasmas do passado, do presente e do futuro por hora apagados desejo registrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há 10 anos atrás, me lembro de olhar pela janela e desejar outra chance para tudo aquilo que eu ainda queria fazer. Eu tinha 21 anos e queria definitivamente viver mais e melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter + tempo para realizar algo importante na vida. Queria fazer a diferença dentro daquilo que eu acreditava no universo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu via o noticiário na TV e não entendia direito o que era aquilo, não conseguia entender que a grande super potência tinha sido abalada. Parecia um filme com efeitos especiais, mas não era. Tudo aquilo, era a vida real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E naquele momento, quis ainda mais "olhar pela janela" e me sentir livre, ver todas as luzes, todas as pessoas interagindo com a vida, o mundo com mais vida e entender que aqui do outro lado da América, não haviamos sido afetados, nós tinhamos chance, difrente de quem se foi!&amp;nbsp; E eu desejei ir além de onde eu já estava, já havia ido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nestde dia 11/09/11 fazem 10 anos. De muita coisa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Do grande desastre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;De rever seus conceitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Que eu vi o meu mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Que prestigiei marisa em suas memórias, cronicas e declarações de amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Que olhei pela janela e decidi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mudança é todo dia, a mudança foi ontem, é hoje, merece ser agora e foi há 10 anos atrás, consideravelmente dolorosa. Então façamos algo para continuar movimentando&lt;br /&gt;a roda, para continuar a fazer a diferença.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rFS8w9tErW4" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-6043897480031516402?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/6043897480031516402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/09/ha-10-anos-atras-em-11-de-setembro-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6043897480031516402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6043897480031516402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/09/ha-10-anos-atras-em-11-de-setembro-de.html' title='11 de setembro - 10 anos depois'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ncECez8HGZg/Tm185ihcsdI/AAAAAAAAAq4/s_O0O8ePHsg/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-7796135392246115081</id><published>2011-08-11T20:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T20:46:13.091-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pessoas misteriosas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;pessoas misteriosas me intrigam e me atraem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;pessoas misteriosas plantam em mim uma sementinha do "tudo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;uma certa curiosidade sobre saber o que elas pensam, sentem ou querem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;o mistério, deixa rolar no pensamento a fantasia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;o que ouvem, comem, raciocinam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;o olhar pela fresta, tentar entender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;o olhar pela janela tenta imaginar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a brincadeira deixa a mente completar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e quando surge uma música no meio do contexto entre vc e essa pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ai sim surge um campo de sementes que deixa a mensagem principal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tempo É da Essência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esconde-esconde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Matar o medo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24306741?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/24306741"&gt;Cold mailman - Time is of the essence&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/andrechocron"&gt;André Chocron&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-7796135392246115081?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/7796135392246115081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/08/pessoas-misteriosas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/7796135392246115081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/7796135392246115081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/08/pessoas-misteriosas.html' title='pessoas misteriosas.'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-7829341304942338687</id><published>2011-08-10T00:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T00:36:06.447-03:00</updated><title type='text'>mover, mudar, deslocar, mexer, transferir, caminhar, agir, progredir, comover, acionar, funcionar, incitar, persuadir, enternecer, exercitar, decorrer .</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/27246366?color=ffffff" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/27246366"&gt;MOVE&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/rickmereki"&gt;Rick Mereki&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;tá:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que é melhor do que trabalhar no concorrente? GANHAR DELE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que é melhor do que fazer um trabalho bem feito? É fazer a sua essência estar no trabalho bem feito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que é melhor q ter insights criativos? É ver insights incrivelmente criativos te inspirarem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que é melhor do q ter uma vida totalmente ativa? É ver q a vida dos seus grandes amigos está cheia de projetos ativos acontecendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que é melhor que ter irmãs mais novas? É vê-las crescendo sendo particulas boas de vc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que é melhor que não estar doloridamente apaixonado e envolvido. É saber que um dia vai estar de coração duplo generosamente envolvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que é melhor do que ter uma chance? É ter todas quando perdeu uma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que é melhor que voltar a ser criança? É ser uma criança grande satisfeita e instigante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;enfim, muita coisa pra dizer pouco tempo pra falar...então deixo aqui, um pouco de referência, vida e movimento. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aprender... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/27244727?color=ffffff" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/27244727"&gt;LEARN&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/rickmereki"&gt;Rick Mereki&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;delícas da vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/27243869?color=ffffff" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/27243869"&gt;EAT&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/rickmereki"&gt;Rick Mereki&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-7829341304942338687?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/7829341304942338687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/08/mover-mudar-deslocar-mexer-transferir.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/7829341304942338687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/7829341304942338687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/08/mover-mudar-deslocar-mexer-transferir.html' title='mover, mudar, deslocar, mexer, transferir, caminhar, agir, progredir, comover, acionar, funcionar, incitar, persuadir, enternecer, exercitar, decorrer .'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-4036581581240497289</id><published>2011-06-10T18:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T18:46:39.134-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao dia dos namorados! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iPSiLpFhFGM" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-4036581581240497289?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/4036581581240497289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/06/ao-dia-dos-namorados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/4036581581240497289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/4036581581240497289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/06/ao-dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Ao dia dos namorados! ♥'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iPSiLpFhFGM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-1746784845461624954</id><published>2011-05-29T23:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T00:20:55.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu queria tanto encontrar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJEP1ftx3jc/TeMI0fPx9bI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-HmyJkTwiNA/s1600/100_0645.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJEP1ftx3jc/TeMI0fPx9bI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-HmyJkTwiNA/s400/100_0645.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O apê vai bem...bagunçado, precisando de reparos...mas ok, aos poucos degustadoramente vai ficando com a cara da dona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A correria tá demais. O trabalho também e o cansaço é grande...Não posso reclamar, pois muito projeto bacana tá saindo, mas a verdade é que eu queria ter um clone. Então "um" faria o que precisa ser feito e o "outro" realizaria o meu lado B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NnQvPAKKjNE/TeMLFptF39I/AAAAAAAAAqA/sDJ5GFiXY3w/s1600/DSC_2168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NnQvPAKKjNE/TeMLFptF39I/AAAAAAAAAqA/sDJ5GFiXY3w/s400/DSC_2168.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estou ainda na busca da bancada perfeita p/ montar meu atelier em casa ou para os finos: Home Office. Preciso de uma linda que caiba meu MAC e tenha espaço para desenhar, treinar meu curso de caligrafia e realizar escultura.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ONXSNJl__Fk/TeMLY25uHmI/AAAAAAAAAqE/X_JN9hPV8rI/s1600/DSC08680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ONXSNJl__Fk/TeMLY25uHmI/AAAAAAAAAqE/X_JN9hPV8rI/s400/DSC08680.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No frio eu sempre fico introspectiva. Não sou muito de sair , sinto necessidade de me voltar para o meu lado off/nerd e sinto saudades de alguém que eu não sei quem é, mas que está em algum lugar desse universo.&amp;nbsp; Então fico no mantra da música &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dkNMyKcefBM&amp;amp;feature=fvwrel"&gt;"EU"&lt;/a&gt;, do pato FU.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Adoro uma bagunça, mas no frio sou mais família, cachorro, coberta, livros, cafesinho, bolo de milho da mamãe. A receita de matar qualquer um de fome e vontade, eu juro q vc nunca comeu bolo igual o de mainha! Sou todo esse auê, que muita gente acha cafona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No frio gosto de andar de meia e pantufa pela casa, veja bem, a pessoa vai fazer 31 anos e tem uma pantufa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CLICnF99xy4/TeMKcba5rcI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Y5MpHtg-au4/s1600/DSC08450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CLICnF99xy4/TeMKcba5rcI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Y5MpHtg-au4/s400/DSC08450.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gosto de ver Ratatouille no inverno, porque sempre pede para ser visto com queijo e vinho, exercício ideal para os 3 sentidos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olfato, Paladar&amp;nbsp; e Visão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semana que passou, estava com a música EU do Pato Fu na cabeça, revoltada me perguntando se existe em algum lugar uma pessoa como eu ... e ai um gaúcho que trabalha comigo lança: &lt;b&gt;Lev Sergeivitch Termen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi?! WTF????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aqui vai a resposta q precisei buscar porque a pessoa deixou no ar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leon Theremin ou &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lev Sergeivitch Termen &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- cientista, músico e inventor soviético&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi o inventor do tereminvox (1919), um instrumento musical eletro-magnético. Estudou física, astronomia e música na Universidade de São Petersburgo, e continuou o estudo de física no Instituto Físico-Técnico de Petrogrado, onde se tornou diretor do Laboratório de Osciladores Elétricos. Mostrou seu protótipo do teremin para Lenin e, após demonstrações na França, Alemanha e EEUU, obteve sua patente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;Este homem introduziu o primeiro instrumento elétrico em1932 na orquestra sinfônica do Carnegie Hall, em New York City. &lt;/b&gt;Regressou para a União Soviética no ano de 1938, em circunstâncias não muito claras e passou 7 anos na prisão. Reabilitado, trabalhou principalmente em pesquisa eletrônica para o governo. Aposentou-se da eletrônica (1964) e tornou-se professor de acústica na Universidade de Moscou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: small;"&gt;Apesar de trabalhar com espionagem russa, nunca desistiu de sua grande paixão: a música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não importa o que façamos, nunca desistamos de nossas paixões.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lzH2qDxnYGI"&gt;Fica a música para quem quiser ouvir.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-1746784845461624954?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/1746784845461624954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-queria-tanto-encontrar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/1746784845461624954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/1746784845461624954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-queria-tanto-encontrar.html' title='Eu queria tanto encontrar...'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJEP1ftx3jc/TeMI0fPx9bI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-HmyJkTwiNA/s72-c/100_0645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-6838711059938174161</id><published>2011-05-04T23:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:55:24.932-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casa nova'/><title type='text'>Enfim com internet, tv, fone, casa nova, pouco dinheiro e muitas, muitas idéias!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fDJcpS7BR0k/TcH3nLM0cAI/AAAAAAAAApI/bJFNwPp8980/s1600/DSC07675.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fDJcpS7BR0k/TcH3nLM0cAI/AAAAAAAAApI/bJFNwPp8980/s400/DSC07675.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hola! Que tal?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 anos de Buenos Aires e um 1 de Aktuell (3/04/2010), com essa data, diga-se de passagem: Férias! A primeira férias da minha vida e resolvi tirar 2 semaninhas para concluir a mudança e alguns reparos gerais na vida. Incluindo descansar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZC1ZqmthgLg/TcH3-N1LvZI/AAAAAAAAApM/o9wLQx70C7o/s1600/ronan19102009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZC1ZqmthgLg/TcH3-N1LvZI/AAAAAAAAApM/o9wLQx70C7o/s400/ronan19102009.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenos Aires foi e será o marco da minha vida. Foi o início do grande passo: final de casamento e primeira viagem solo, para tentar descobrir quem eu era. Na cidade dos portenhos, senti o cheiro das flores e insenso nas calles ensolaradas de brisa fria. A arquitetura européia e clássica da cidade me abraçava e me convidava a tomar um café. E os homens hermanos que os brasileiro tanto criticam, se faziam muy hermosos e depois de tantos anos usei meu olhar de solteira. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Não fosse minha casa nova, eu estaria sim e de novo em Buenos Aires. Comendo doce de leite, comprando sapatos,bolsas e luvas de couro e buscando minha encomenda do clube dos calígrafos! Penas muito bem fabricadas &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/plumas_alterlatinas/"&gt;pelas mãos de uma argentina.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vamos ao que interessa: Apê novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tYiLUK6PifE/TcH7b1jzvwI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ZRQnghFyTng/s1600/280454950.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tYiLUK6PifE/TcH7b1jzvwI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ZRQnghFyTng/s400/280454950.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Valendoooooooo... Pega a chave, limpa o novo, empacota o restante das coisas do velho, acha caminhão, limpa o velho, conserta, paga, carrega, cachorro? ... oê...oê...oê...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas esta é a parte da minha vida, chamada PQP como eu tô feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qQJELX_l_c/TcH85WOZqAI/AAAAAAAAApY/lY52gzOxPq8/s1600/19112010361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qQJELX_l_c/TcH85WOZqAI/AAAAAAAAApY/lY52gzOxPq8/s320/19112010361.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;É aqui na casa nova que me desvinculo totalmente do passado, onde sou eu mesma sem intervenção alguma. Como toda casa nova esta tb precisa reforma e ficar com a cara da nova dona. Mas o dim dim é curto e vamos pensar e soluções criativas,&amp;nbsp; descoladas e barata para resolver. E quando penso no potencial do apê e no R$ que não tenho, mentalizo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bAY9ZRMMsrM/TcH-cFi2gfI/AAAAAAAAApc/k-OF53324G4/s1600/Carolina_Ferraz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bAY9ZRMMsrM/TcH-cFi2gfI/AAAAAAAAApc/k-OF53324G4/s320/Carolina_Ferraz.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Posso não ser, mas vai que funciona no futuro e um dia eu seja...rs...Afinal diz Fernanda Montenegro que pobreza pega! rs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu mera publicitária que lia blog de tendências de design gráfico, grandes fenômenos calígrafos e na inspiração de cozinheira receitas de comidinhas... eu que&amp;nbsp; filosofava sobre a dor de cotovelo deixada pelo ex safado, sobre as dores do mundo, a paz mundial e&lt;br /&gt;séries que ainda não fiz ou que fiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora leio sobre rejunte, fogão, trinchas, previsão do tempo, dicas para aumentar o pé direito, 16 salas e tendências de decoração 2011, manual básico de pintura, valores de cozinha, soluções para torneira elétrica, ralo que foi vedado com cimento e papel de parede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo ... Assim foi a tarde toda, onde finalmente hoje com NET, TV e telefone novo, posso desfrutar da internet p/ ganhar tempo no restinho da semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o meu Mac em cima da mesa de comer não defini nada sobre o escritório/atelier , pois esta sim é a grande briga interna de todos os tempos de Amanda Amorim. Tipo fudeu! Pediu para uma mulher libriana indecisa, que tinha o escritório/atelier dos sonhos, decidir LOGO, sobre o novo... Ferrou! Pois a única coisa que tenho em mente é o cavalete que não está disponível para venda e sua base de vidro que não pode ser comprada. Sem lugar p/ o Mac, sem cavalete e sem outra idéia, terei de dividi-lo com as refeições e lucy in the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cG7MMFfpC8s/TcIBr1JL-rI/AAAAAAAAApg/TJF9-yf94D0/s1600/lucy+06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cG7MMFfpC8s/TcIBr1JL-rI/AAAAAAAAApg/TJF9-yf94D0/s400/lucy+06.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy in the sky gosta da casa...Mas assim como a dona, gosta tanto que não quer nem sair,&amp;nbsp; sente muito frio, late para os vizinhos estranhos e dorme muito bem obrigada J. Essa parte de latir e dormir ainda não pertence ao repertório da dona ... ainda! rs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim se vai a tarde...Do link de papel de parede anos 70, das tendências de cores da Coral e Suvinil, dos blogs de reformas, do site do C&amp;amp;C, Leroy, Tok &amp;amp;Stok e da Etna...finalizo olhando o site do meu filho: &lt;a href="http://www.festajunina.com.br/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Festa Junina Yoki.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Assim sonhando com um fogão novo para fazer o amendoim torrado, o quentão e a canjica da &lt;a href="http://mixirica.uol.com.br/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tatu .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R8bAa9OtQq0/TcIFQj3nYdI/AAAAAAAAApk/SoeXc7EKe2o/s1600/Picture+26.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R8bAa9OtQq0/TcIFQj3nYdI/AAAAAAAAApk/SoeXc7EKe2o/s400/Picture+26.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda não tivemos &lt;b&gt;Fica vai ter Bolo e Open House&lt;/b&gt;! Antes o fogão precisa chegar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E a comemoração ficou só na &lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;"&gt;Heineken&lt;/b&gt; e no estourar da Cidra aqui na rua de casa quando em agradecimento dei duas champanhes (cidra) que ganhei aos carregadores da mudança. Foi bem divertido ouvir aquele estouro aqui na rua, com a bebida jorrando pelo gargalo e eles bebendo como se fossem pilotos de Fórmula 1. Me soou como vitória e inaguração de navio, só faltou quebrar a garrafa para finalizar o ritual. Para mim, especial e inusitado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá bem divertida essa vida viu?! E na busca da lista de importâncias, vamos lá:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Marceneiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;2-Fogão&lt;br /&gt;3-Pintura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;4-Bancada para escritório.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aqui fica registrado idéias inspiradoras para a casa nova:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Paleta de cor inspiradora para o quarto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leonardo_da_Vinci" title="Leonardo da Vinci"&gt;Leonardo da Vinci&lt;/a&gt; reuniu anotações para seu livro intitulado &lt;i&gt;&lt;a class="new" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Tratado_da_pintura_e_da_paisagem&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" title="Tratado da pintura e da paisagem (página não existe)"&gt;Tratado da pintura e da paisagem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Com esse registro ele se oporia ao grande Aristóteles ao afirmar que a cor não era uma propriedade dos objetos, mas da &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luz" title="Luz"&gt;luz&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zFuLr2fl1YA/TcIGmF8eqgI/AAAAAAAAApo/hsKDeT5qFh8/s1600/plum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zFuLr2fl1YA/TcIGmF8eqgI/AAAAAAAAApo/hsKDeT5qFh8/s400/plum.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O segredo é a porta de lousa! Eu digo siiiiiimmmmm para ter rabiscos na porta da cozinha! O desenho tem sido um meio de manifestação estético e uma linguagem expressiva para o homem desde os tempos pré-históricos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leonardo_da_Vinci" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" title="Leonardo da Vinci"&gt;E Leonardo da Vinci&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; o grande mestre renascentista, usava o desenho como instrumento para compreender a realidade. Aqui a realidade seria:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Atenção tá na hora de matar o &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AwXyEThnuYc"&gt;foooomeeee tá na mesa pessoaaaalll!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fyNwIAajAeQ/TcIGoXq0RBI/AAAAAAAAAps/Xu1Rw3v9QBQ/s1600/pantry-de-39126319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fyNwIAajAeQ/TcIGoXq0RBI/AAAAAAAAAps/Xu1Rw3v9QBQ/s320/pantry-de-39126319.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O início de uma idéia para a bancada do escritório/atelier...apenas início! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wPVrC3hRFlo/TcIHFBtrf7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/8iGyCkKinqg/s1600/pe-de-mesa-revistas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wPVrC3hRFlo/TcIHFBtrf7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/8iGyCkKinqg/s320/pe-de-mesa-revistas.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para finalizar, a trilha com um tom de parede que quero muito usar, só não decidi onde...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B4ozao4f6MQ" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-6838711059938174161?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/6838711059938174161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/05/enfim-com-internet-tv-fone-casa-nova.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6838711059938174161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6838711059938174161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/05/enfim-com-internet-tv-fone-casa-nova.html' title='Enfim com internet, tv, fone, casa nova, pouco dinheiro e muitas, muitas idéias!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fDJcpS7BR0k/TcH3nLM0cAI/AAAAAAAAApI/bJFNwPp8980/s72-c/DSC07675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-3769759605776102723</id><published>2011-04-19T23:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T23:37:01.777-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabor de adolescencia!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xCorJG9mubk" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And it all begins where it ends!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-3769759605776102723?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/3769759605776102723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/04/sabor-de-adolescencia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/3769759605776102723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/3769759605776102723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/04/sabor-de-adolescencia.html' title='Sabor de adolescencia!!!!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xCorJG9mubk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-7683360977844325088</id><published>2011-04-11T03:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T03:14:49.519-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Da série coisas que eu gostaria e fiz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/McwdN9E86So" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;O momento mais lindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;Este é um breve post só porque estou na pilha e acabei de voltar. Valeu cada centavo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-7683360977844325088?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/7683360977844325088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/04/da-serie-coisas-que-eu-gostaria-e-fiz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/7683360977844325088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/7683360977844325088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/04/da-serie-coisas-que-eu-gostaria-e-fiz.html' title='Da série coisas que eu gostaria e fiz!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/McwdN9E86So/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-3721960293280464321</id><published>2011-04-10T00:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T00:20:13.732-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E chega o dia: Is it getting better!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ftjEcrrf7r0" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-3721960293280464321?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/3721960293280464321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-chega-o-dia-is-it-getting-better.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/3721960293280464321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/3721960293280464321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-chega-o-dia-is-it-getting-better.html' title='E chega o dia: Is it getting better!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ftjEcrrf7r0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-2978426698573763596</id><published>2011-04-04T23:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T23:03:35.491-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Só para constar que o tempo passa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CbolNG66l_A" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu nunca fui muito preocupada com o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nunca tive medo de envelhecer, nem me preocupei muito com a morte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu queria viver! Ou fazer valer a pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nunca me preocupei em casar logo, ter filhos logo, arrumar namorado logo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas eu queria ter uma profissão e ser promissora nela logo! E tive a sorte de muito jovem já saber o que gostava e queria. Eu não sou a melhor ainda no que faço e muito provável não esteja entre os melhores.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas fico feliz em fazer um job bem feito. Fico feliz quando eles dão certo. Fico feliz quando chegamos ao objetivo final com sucesso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;Essa propaganda me deixa bem feliz em seguir a carreira que escolhi e PQP! Eu fico sem palavras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;O tempo realmente passa! Mas é mais gostoso, quando ele passa assim! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-2978426698573763596?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/2978426698573763596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-para-constar-que-o-tempo-passa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/2978426698573763596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/2978426698573763596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-para-constar-que-o-tempo-passa.html' title='Só para constar que o tempo passa!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CbolNG66l_A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-4557465742291336986</id><published>2011-03-27T15:53:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T01:20:44.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' On A Prayer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E num domingo de sol, enquanto trabalhava, fazia tb a limpa no computador, a limpa nos emails, a limpa nos arquivos... fazia o backup de tudo e ao mesmo tempo da vida passada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arquivos, memórias e emails enterrados surgiam como um tapa na cara. Não adianta só rezar, não adianta só dar tudo de si...tem que exorcizar a coisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de jogar muita coisa fora, apesar da queima do HD, de numa piração emocial rasgar fotos, queimar cartas, cartões, jogar cds e outras coisas no LIXO. Ainda havia passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem aqui na minha frente. No meio do backup, das gravações...os pensamentos vinham à tona. E como diz Bon Jovi: someday, we've got to hold on to what we've got! Então vamos lá...Tough me up...Ninguém mais vai me fazer chorar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sim, foi muita consideração desmerecida. E o quanto levei na cara e continuei levando de forma honesta, até finalizar todo o processo. Me lembrei o quanto em determinados momentos eu quis fugir da situação, quis que alguém resolvesse para mim a coisa, quis me esconder atrás de algo ou alguém que me ajudasse a encarar as verdades que não eram minhas. E firme!!!!!&amp;nbsp; Independente da porrada que levava... fiquei até o fim e sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque se estávamos brincando de lutinha para mim aquilo tudo era muito mais, era o clube da luta e eu era&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Norton"&gt;Edward Norton&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brad_Pitt"&gt;Brad Pitt&lt;/a&gt; ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podia bater, dentro desse meu time eu ia aguentar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--h0AwUS0xzU/TY-Gt0NUK5I/AAAAAAAAApE/wRdVj3CasIM/s1600/clube_da_luta.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--h0AwUS0xzU/TY-Gt0NUK5I/AAAAAAAAApE/wRdVj3CasIM/s400/clube_da_luta.png" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Continuo o backup do passado onde hoje prefiro estar em outra cena de filme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com as coisas espalhadas no apê vendido, tudo encaixotado... com a mudança agendada para daqui um mês, com os backups da minha vida, meu passado sendo deletado... começo outra nova etapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E seja comer, rezar e amar, orgulho e preconceito, sob o sol de toscana seja mensagem para você... Neste momento só desejo Filme de menina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora ...You make a grown man cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/q9Szto9hTTI" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-4557465742291336986?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/4557465742291336986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/03/livin-on-prayer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/4557465742291336986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/4557465742291336986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/03/livin-on-prayer.html' title='Livin&apos; On A Prayer?'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--h0AwUS0xzU/TY-Gt0NUK5I/AAAAAAAAApE/wRdVj3CasIM/s72-c/clube_da_luta.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-7601875814978643864</id><published>2011-03-27T00:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T00:20:18.217-03:00</updated><title type='text'>relembrando velhos tempos</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eE5tSw5nWpA" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E ainda na inspiração italiana, vem a trilha da semana que eu ouvia muito na década de 90. Não tem jeito, certos gostos não mudam mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-7601875814978643864?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/7601875814978643864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/03/relembrando-velhos-tempos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/7601875814978643864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/7601875814978643864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/03/relembrando-velhos-tempos.html' title='relembrando velhos tempos'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eE5tSw5nWpA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-6175123113904274891</id><published>2011-03-20T17:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T17:11:09.331-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite de sábado tem maior Lua cheia dos últimos 18 anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;    &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JrWplYRvfO4" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Para quem não viu aqui em São Paulo, segue uma amostrinha do que foi na Holanda! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Mais notícias do que foi aqui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;http://info.abril.com.br/noticias/ciencia/super-lua-cheia-sera-a-maior-em-18-anos-17032011-16.shl&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;-------&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;LUA CHEIA – 19 DE MARÇO DE 2011&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;    Conduzindo para a Lua Cheia em 19 de Março, as energias os     direcionarão para que usem a sua intuição como um guia para o seu     processo de cura. Vocês são encorajados a descobrir a falta de     compaixão que os mantêm dentro de si mesmos e de sua vida, o que     trará uma Cura da Alma. Enquanto ocorre esta cura, os bloqueios para     a compaixão serão liberados, conectando-os a um nível mais profundo     com o seu centro, e, portanto, com o Divino Criador.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;O período da     Lua Cheia é um momento de criar níveis mais profundos de compaixão e     de utilizar esta energia como uma força para a mudança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-6175123113904274891?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/6175123113904274891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/03/noite-de-sabado-tem-maior-lua-cheia-dos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6175123113904274891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6175123113904274891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/03/noite-de-sabado-tem-maior-lua-cheia-dos.html' title='Noite de sábado tem maior Lua cheia dos últimos 18 anos'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JrWplYRvfO4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-6820847980442818761</id><published>2011-03-20T15:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T16:36:06.097-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Da série coisas que eu gostaria e fiz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/epESsJLBbfg" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A viagem foi curta e ficou com gostinho de quero "muito" mais e com toda certeza precisava ter mais alguns dias. Deixo aqui registrado o que me foi dito e não botei fé:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Um cruzeiro é algo que toda pessoa tem que fazer na vida".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aos poucos vou postando fotos da viagem, mas vou começar pela introdução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wZghgdb2HWg/TYZISeaxMQI/AAAAAAAAAog/BKc4nQP86TU/s1600/DolceGabbana_20anni1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wZghgdb2HWg/TYZISeaxMQI/AAAAAAAAAog/BKc4nQP86TU/s400/DolceGabbana_20anni1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os comandantes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; italianos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;são lindos, muito charmosos e com emoções intenças. Ficam bravos e felizes com intensidade se expressando o tempo todo com as mãos e dizendo TCHAU e querendo como resposta sua:&lt;b&gt; Tudo ótimo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LIu6rTHqrxM/TYZJjNClOTI/AAAAAAAAAok/LWBJek9Lm2Y/s1600/italiangestures-600x600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LIu6rTHqrxM/TYZJjNClOTI/AAAAAAAAAok/LWBJek9Lm2Y/s400/italiangestures-600x600.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A tripulação é uma miscigenação, trabalhadores do Chile, Honduras, Cuba, China, Tailândia, Perú, Brasil, Polônia e etc, misturam seus idiomas, sorriem dizendo bom dia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="it"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;buona&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;giornata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; e buenos dias. Confesso que lembrava o tempo todo do filme Titanic, mas só das partes boas e das cenas inusitadas que me pegavam de surpresa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-U2XHXvrwwVw/TYZKXRzMyhI/AAAAAAAAAoo/rWXj2jcRHW0/s1600/titanic-em-3D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-U2XHXvrwwVw/TYZKXRzMyhI/AAAAAAAAAoo/rWXj2jcRHW0/s400/titanic-em-3D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deu para: exercitar um inglês &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e espanhol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ruim! rs... me sentir a Julia Robert, confusa com os talheres no jantar de gala do comandante e como numa cena de filme desfrutar de um cassino de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sLJEqOYyvAg/TYZLOQc1j1I/AAAAAAAAAow/KDVZ4GpX8bs/s1600/Picture+9.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sLJEqOYyvAg/TYZLOQc1j1I/AAAAAAAAAow/KDVZ4GpX8bs/s400/Picture+9.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ver violinistas tocar &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BaDXkKtHr3w"&gt;Por una Cabezza&lt;/a&gt;. Deu para abastecer minha alma feminina com muito chocolate lindt, ler parte do livro: Comer, rezar e amar, necessariamente nesta ordem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tlqzN3-iWtU/TYZMqDJ1lSI/AAAAAAAAAo0/lJV9RXglU5U/s1600/Comer-Rezar-e-Amar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tlqzN3-iWtU/TYZMqDJ1lSI/AAAAAAAAAo0/lJV9RXglU5U/s400/Comer-Rezar-e-Amar.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E simplesmente dormir na varanda da minha cabine externa de roupão tendo como vista o mar, ao som de &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPpcWFSltZM"&gt;Laura Pausini.&lt;/a&gt; Deu para ser paquerada por homem e mulher...rs... Deu para me acabar de chorar assistindo &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hufGptle0Lc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;"Lendas da Paixão"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;e trocar receitas de família como em cozinha de &lt;a href="http://www.nigella.com/"&gt;Nigella.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lf0YIYtw0xY/TYZK5-jJFjI/AAAAAAAAAos/W4YmXOBMS_A/s1600/nigella-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lf0YIYtw0xY/TYZK5-jJFjI/AAAAAAAAAos/W4YmXOBMS_A/s320/nigella-1.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Especialmente deu para ser a madrinha de casamento mais honrada do mundo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; bem tratada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; e feliz da vida, acompanhada pelo padrinho irmão da noiva que foi gentileza em pessoa. Obrigada noiva. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YGYeCmqTwGs/TYZNADJ2SwI/AAAAAAAAAo4/_A9xg9UjrxM/s1600/ser-feliz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="345" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YGYeCmqTwGs/TYZNADJ2SwI/AAAAAAAAAo4/_A9xg9UjrxM/s400/ser-feliz.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deu para respirar de verdade, deixar o coração descansar, a mente fluir, deu para entrar na cena&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;" I'm flyng".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-o34dXZEQNFY/TYZThuYAIuI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Zk-1P4iV7J4/s1600/Flight_by_Sugarock99.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-o34dXZEQNFY/TYZThuYAIuI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Zk-1P4iV7J4/s400/Flight_by_Sugarock99.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ao ver pessoas se casando fazendo juras de um amor não necessariamente eterno, mas verdadeiro, baseado no respeito e na ideia de independente de qualquer coisa, fazer o bem por carinho, comprometimento e gratidão a uma história, me emocionei e quis dar ao universo uma chance de acreditar que tudo aquilo que eu admiro no mundo existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E agora para finalizar: &lt;/span&gt;The dog days are over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iWOyfLBYtuU" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É isso ai: &lt;/span&gt;the happiness hit her like a bullet in the mind, the dog days are done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-6820847980442818761?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/6820847980442818761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/03/da-serie-coisas-que-eu-gostaria-e-fiz.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6820847980442818761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6820847980442818761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/03/da-serie-coisas-que-eu-gostaria-e-fiz.html' title='Da série coisas que eu gostaria e fiz!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/epESsJLBbfg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-7084494825563081865</id><published>2011-03-09T00:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T00:53:37.519-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Homenagem dita por um homem que amamos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bGTIEqMSvsY" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não foi falta de idéia para a postagem de hoje, mas é que a homenagem foi tão intensa, e tão bem escrita, que vale muito a pena! E ainda mais dita por quem?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dos homens que amamos esse é um deles: Wagner Moura!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Porque a gente merece e muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-7084494825563081865?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/7084494825563081865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/03/homenagem-dita-por-um-homem-que-amamos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/7084494825563081865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/7084494825563081865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/03/homenagem-dita-por-um-homem-que-amamos.html' title='Homenagem dita por um homem que amamos!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bGTIEqMSvsY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-4395984085288063809</id><published>2011-03-07T23:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T23:20:44.075-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Hugs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vr3x_RRJdd4" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-4395984085288063809?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/4395984085288063809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/03/free-hugs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/4395984085288063809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/4395984085288063809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/03/free-hugs.html' title='Free Hugs!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vr3x_RRJdd4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-5286699627098626238</id><published>2011-02-27T14:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T14:27:19.245-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Só para não esquecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YseL9kHhTRY" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E em alguns momentos eu acordo com a sensação de que a vida está com um propósito bem maior. Acordo querendo me organizar em todos os sentidos porque se não, não terei tempo de realizar tudo que quero ou preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordo com a sensação de que não pertenço a este lugar, mas estou aqui por um propósito maior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E em algum lugar dentro de mim existe uma certeza de coisas que não sei explicar. É como seu eu já soubesse, mas não quisesse acreditar só porque não entendo, só porque não há palavras ciêntíficas ou racionais que possam explicar o que vejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me esforço para entender, não importa o processo, só importa o que vai acontecer. Eu ouço músicas de outros lugares e exercito formas de pensar que facilitem o decorrer da história. E sei que já está na hora de incluir outros estudos dentro de mim, outras filosofias, outras linguas e costumes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em algum lugar dentro do meu coração tenho me preparado para coisas que virão, mesmo sem entender. Mas a verdade é que ele quer ir longe e tenho aceitado o conselho de uma grande amiga chamada Cibele:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independente das dificuldades ou das condições aceite o que a vida te traz como um presente. Aceite o que vem e encare como um presente que o universo está te dando, mesmo que vc não entenda agora, lá na frente vc vai enteder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Filosófico demais, mas não importa todos sem excessão precisam acreditar em algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diante desta postura, percebo o sinal em muitas situações e pessoas, onde a fé é algo que não é explicável e aparece para cada um de forma diferente, seja ela ciêntífica, física ou racional... Algo que se acredita com o "coração" que cada um tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se explica no &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Budismo"&gt;BUDISMO&lt;/a&gt;: Coração, aquilo que se sente em todas as dimensões, aquilo que se é, o conjunto da essência, o estado de espírito geral. O sentido a intuição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nessa coisa de querer ir longe, no anseio de conhecer o mundo, perguntei para uma amiga, quando serei como você? E ela me respondeu: "Quando você quiser."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então pensei comigo: &lt;b&gt;E se eu quiser ser a partir de agora?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje presto minha homenagem postando aqui uma lembrança de alguém que entrou de um jeito inusitado em minha vida e trouxe a mim uma forma de viver que não devo me esquecer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Gc--3h_nXSQ/TWp3RzUf2QI/AAAAAAAAAn8/J6KdsWShaYk/s1600/36131_137130099631754_100000042947367_394136_6924366_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Abu Simbel - Templo de Nefertari - Egito fronteira com Sudão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RuUl8Q0XwWs/TWp3VxFx_XI/AAAAAAAAAoI/rqBVCo48JNM/s1600/180334_199888180022612_100000042947367_828498_1743109_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RuUl8Q0XwWs/TWp3VxFx_XI/AAAAAAAAAoI/rqBVCo48JNM/s400/180334_199888180022612_100000042947367_828498_1743109_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Termas do Chillán (Chile) - Pistas que descem o Vulcão Chillán&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kZQuJesMg58/TWp3U3kbzdI/AAAAAAAAAoE/P_oRQb5ATHA/s1600/36131_137140252964072_100000042947367_394364_2166072_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kZQuJesMg58/TWp3U3kbzdI/AAAAAAAAAoE/P_oRQb5ATHA/s400/36131_137140252964072_100000042947367_394364_2166072_n.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cidade de Petra (Jordânia/Oriente Médio) - Patrimônio Mundial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-50MIH9PJLi8/TWp48l09ZTI/AAAAAAAAAoc/f_ZFPQL6Jcs/s1600/6454_102073316470766_100000042947367_57412_3673851_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-50MIH9PJLi8/TWp48l09ZTI/AAAAAAAAAoc/f_ZFPQL6Jcs/s400/6454_102073316470766_100000042947367_57412_3673851_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Renata Vampré - Agra (India) - Taj Mahal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; - Patrimônio Mundial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ps: &lt;b&gt;Todas essas fotos pertencem às viagens de Renata Vampré&lt;/b&gt; e meu desejo é que ela tenha "boa sorte" em todas as suas próximas jornadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-abkeGUoVEbQ/TVa8zGTY7QI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/7-j9F3Auwps/s1600/Gil01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-abkeGUoVEbQ/TVa8zGTY7QI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/7-j9F3Auwps/s400/Gil01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;photo: Vivian Ribeiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Você, pegou minha organizada estante de livros, com cada coisa em sua prateleira, cada livro separado por ordem alfabética, por categorias, cores e tirou tudo do lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Você quebrou a prateleira, fez o estardalhaço geral das palavras, espalhou tudo numa sala escura e não reservou isso entre quatro paredes. Saiu orgulhoso e se gabando da coragem que havia tido de detonar minhas referências.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A desorganização era tanta que perdi até minhas próprias referências,&lt;/b&gt; a vida estava em todos os cantos, detonados, destroçados, desorganizado. O sentimento era de pânico! A visão do inferno, meu caos total! O desentendimento da lingua. Afinal quem era você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;E agora quem eu era? Onde eu estava com o coração que nunca percebi "isso" em você?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;No meio do caos você acha algumas letras:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;D de "Decepção" quando você risca em algo ou em alguém um xis preto ou vermelho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;A de "Agonia" quando o maestro de você se perde completamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;V de "Vergonha" o pano preto que você quer pra se cobrir naquela hora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;R de "Raiva" quando o cachorro que mora em você mostra os dentes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;T de "Tristeza" aquela&amp;nbsp; mão gigante que aperta seu coração.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;C de "Certeza"&amp;nbsp; quando a idéia cansa de procurar e pára. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi com esse C, em algum lugar dentro de mim que comecei a juntar tudo de novo, letra por letra e digerir a horrível sopa de letras que descia pela minha garganta queimando, causando naúseas o tempo todo. Tentei lembrar do antes de ontem, para poder escrever sobre o antes de hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o grande Vinicios de Moraes, caído em algum canto da sala fez o real significado p/ mim com seu &lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/vinicius-de-moraes/86479/"&gt;"Soneto da separação."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ai veio a vida como ela é, por &lt;a href="http://ebooksgratis.com.br/livros-ebooks-gratis/audiobooks-e-arquivos-de-audio/audiobook-a-vida-como-ela-e-nelson-rodrigues/"&gt;Nelson Rodrigues&lt;/a&gt;, cruel onde me fez a cabeça a frase: Sou reacionário. Minha reação é contra tudo que não presta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Nelson_Rodrigues/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Assim havia o nascimento de um novo idioma dentro de mim, fui resgatar os livros do passado guardados na gaveta e me reencontrar, então de repente, não mais que de repente: Surpresa!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Te apresento uma nova história e de hoje em diante uma nova protagonista. Você não tem um livro, mas um sketchebook em branco. O seu formato de reescrever do seu jeito, a sua história individual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Assim,&amp;nbsp; joguei parte dos livros fora, alguns forão esquecidos, páginas forão se perdendo no meio do caminho. E a confusão dentro de mim era tanta e intensa que era mais fácil ignorar e deixá-las voar por meio dos dedos da ventania. Deixei de questionar a natureza das coisas para aceitar de forma sábia a citação de &lt;a href="http://carlosdrummonddeandrade.com.br/"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/a&gt;, onde a natureza não faz milagres, faz grandes revelações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas entrelinhas eu precisava ser no mínimo caixa alta, melhor apesar das resenhas. Eu precisava ser melhor para ver além dos livros, além das minhas prateleiras, além da indigesta sopa de letras, além do caos. Eu precisava não só achar bonito o que &lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Fernando_Pessoa/"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/a&gt; escrevia, eu precisa entender com o passar do tempo, o trecho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O meu passado é tudo quanto não consegui ser. Nem as sensações de momentos idos me são saudosas: o que se sente exige o momento; passado este, há um virar de página e a história continua, mas não o texto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fez sentido para mim, estava entendido, não precisava escrever em portugues, precisava escrever eu mesma. E assinar de próprio punho a citação de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.claricelispector.com.br/" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Clarice&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;onde o que verdadeiramente somos é aquilo que o impossível cria em nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu precisava ser passarinho, independente dos acontecimentos e das entrelinhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Todos esses que aí estão atravancando meu caminho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eles passarão... Eu passarinho!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;(Mário Quintana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ps.: o trecho das letrinhas é de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adriana_Falc%C3%A3o"&gt;Adriana Falcão&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-3823567348268694974?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/3823567348268694974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/02/por-meio-desta-venho-registrar-o-antes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/3823567348268694974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/3823567348268694974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/02/por-meio-desta-venho-registrar-o-antes.html' title='Por meio desta venho registrar o antes de hoje'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-abkeGUoVEbQ/TVa8zGTY7QI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/7-j9F3Auwps/s72-c/Gil01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-1535853649197245819</id><published>2011-02-11T15:45:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T15:56:48.994-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Presença confirmada!</title><content type='html'>O gostinho: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9iMCVnAyq4g" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-1535853649197245819?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/1535853649197245819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/02/presenca-confirmada.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/1535853649197245819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/1535853649197245819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/02/presenca-confirmada.html' title='Presença confirmada!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9iMCVnAyq4g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-5961151212129622338</id><published>2011-01-22T22:47:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T23:36:04.428-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha Bramasole! ; J</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SwfynayJd_Q" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ainda não é a Itália, ainda não é Toscana, mas a sensação é a mesma! ; J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Apresento a minha Bramasole que faz muito jus ao nome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E aqui lanço mais uma da Série " coisas que eu gostaria de fazer":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deixar uma carta a &lt;/span&gt;Frances Mayes agradecendo os conselhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TTuAxP97N_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/dy5MS0n1L_o/s1600/picture-29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TTuAxP97N_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/dy5MS0n1L_o/s320/picture-29.png" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;Baci per tutti! ; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #b45f06; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TTuA7JaQlgI/AAAAAAAAAnE/-78AE5IidjU/s1600/Picture+5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TTuA7JaQlgI/AAAAAAAAAnE/-78AE5IidjU/s400/Picture+5.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #b45f06; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bramasole:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brama de Bramare arcaico &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;significa: almejar, ansiar, desejar, querer, ter loucura por&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sole &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;significa: Sol em Italiano, estrela, luz, raio, astro. O centro energético da vitalidade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Na astrologia: O espírito, a essência divina, o poder da criação o Yang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Então:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Desejo de sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Querer a Luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Almejo da essência divina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ter loucura pelo poder da criação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-5961151212129622338?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/5961151212129622338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/01/minha-bramasole-j.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/5961151212129622338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/5961151212129622338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/01/minha-bramasole-j.html' title='A minha Bramasole! ; J'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SwfynayJd_Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-1766545962598638466</id><published>2011-01-18T22:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T22:24:13.241-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy the silence e paz no  ♥!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O ano começou e para mim parece que já é março.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me perdi no tempo totalmente, tanta coisa aconteceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E parece que estou quase na saga de Hell boy, onde vc mata uma tarefa e nasce duas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E vira mexe bate saudades de coisas muito simples como meus amigos, pão com manteiga&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e principalmente Buenos Aires. Então para esta semana Enjoy the silence e paz no&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;♥!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NejKKMS7cfU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NejKKMS7cfU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-1766545962598638466?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/1766545962598638466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/01/enjoy-silence-e-paz-no.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/1766545962598638466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/1766545962598638466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/01/enjoy-silence-e-paz-no.html' title='Enjoy the silence e paz no  ♥!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-6890458468927404363</id><published>2011-01-14T11:04:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T11:05:26.585-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WwaPv1rZiQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WwaPv1rZiQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Me surpreenda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-6890458468927404363?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/6890458468927404363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6890458468927404363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6890458468927404363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-know.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-8590996521138481299</id><published>2011-01-10T17:57:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:59:05.399-02:00</updated><title type='text'>10 - 01 - 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TStj-EcWxsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/fYg7GLVBkTw/s1600/ONE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TStj-EcWxsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/fYg7GLVBkTw/s400/ONE.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #111111; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #111111; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Foto de: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pinksherbet/"&gt;Pink Sherbet Photography's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #111111; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Número 1 - O Deus da Liderança&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Contava-se na Grécia antiga que havia nove Deuses. Cada qual  responsável por uma característica cósmica evolutiva. A cada dois mil anos, eles  reuniam-se para avaliarem suas atividades junto à raça humana, e relembrarem como  tornaram-se divindades. Nesses encontros, contavam com a presença do Deus dos Deuses. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mestre sábio e perfeito, que recebia de cada um dos Deuses, os relatos  das suas atividades e ouvia suas histórias. Cada um dos Deuses, prostrava-se perante o  Deus dos Deuses, para relatar como conseguiu deixar de ser humano, e tornar-se  divindade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;b&gt; O DEUS DA LIDERANÇA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conta ele: Que quando humano, conheceu um ser sábio. E, por confiar  nele decidiu contar sua aspiração. Dizia ele, ao homem sábio, que queria tornar-se um  Deus. Seu desejo era liderar, comandar e dirigir. O homem sábio disse-lhe:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Vamos ver se és líder. Vou lhe incumbir de certas tarefas. Em um dia de caça deverás trazer-me 10 animais abatidos para alimentar meu povo. Saiu,  o homem que queria ser Deus, e em menos de um dia trouxe 10 animais abatidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Passou algum tempo, e o homem sábio pediu para que ele conduzisse, pela  selva, um grupo de pessoas. E, seria ele o responsável pela sobrevivência de todos que  estariam sob seu comando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Depois de alguns meses, o homem que queria ser Deus, retornou sem nenhuma baixa em sua  equipe. Em seguida, o homem sábio, solicitou ao aspirante a Deus, que sozinho fosse  até o ponto mais alto da região, e lá, permanecesse por longo período sem a companhia  de ninguém. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;E, assim foi. O pretendente permaneceu por dez anos sozinho no topo da montanha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Ao retornar, resolveu por perguntar ao homem sábio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- Prezado sábio, sou eu agora um Deus ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- Não. Ainda não és. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- Mas, durante anos cumpri todas as tarefas que solicitou-me. Provei ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;forte e corajoso. Liderei e comandei pessoas. Fui capaz de sobreviver sozinho. Porque  não sou ainda um Deus? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Respondeu-lhe o homem sábio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 0pt 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- Porque apenas cumpristes o que mandei. Se fostes realmente o Deus da liderança teria  seguido os teus próprios caminhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Foi então, que para tornar-me um Deus, tive que descobrir a importância da independência. &lt;/b&gt;E assim, tornei-me a Divindade da Liderança. E atendo pelo nome de  GUREDAANT ou GARETUAND. E, desde os tempos iniciais, viajo pelo cosmo, ensinando a  humanidade como tornar-se independente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-8590996521138481299?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/8590996521138481299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/01/10-01-11.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/8590996521138481299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/8590996521138481299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/01/10-01-11.html' title='10 - 01 - 11'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TStj-EcWxsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/fYg7GLVBkTw/s72-c/ONE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-6543818153785844351</id><published>2011-01-09T18:19:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:48:37.776-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A desordem dos fatores.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TSoWh1_D40I/AAAAAAAAAmg/oJLVJbdTBgc/s1600/n7608631709_1237905_5298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TSoWh1_D40I/AAAAAAAAAmg/oJLVJbdTBgc/s400/n7608631709_1237905_5298.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fato.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Por uma série de motivos morais, emocionais, educacionais e físicos, vc conclui que: seu ex não lhe é conveniente em nenhum momento,&amp;nbsp; nem em memória do passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Vc se deu conta disso com toda certeza do universo e com toda força do seu coração, 3 meses depois que ele foi embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Vcs não se amam mais. E não sobrou nada de vcs dois que ele não tenha detonado, que vc pudesse proteger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Vc se dá conta de que o ser não tem nada a ver com vc, cada vez que "precisam" fazer contato. E fica até gentilmente agradecido ao universo pela relação ter acabado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Em algum momento vc tentou ser civilizada, dizer obrigada e preservar&amp;nbsp; o que sobrou de bom do passado. A história "De como nos conhecemos". E o blá, blá blá de como cresceram e são pessoas novas depois da separação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Até porque a história existiu e não se deleta como as informações digitais desse blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Vc tentou salvar o resto da relação humana de vcs dois. A decência e a integridade moral. Mas sem saída, se vê na obrigação de passar a régua e fechar a conta, totalmente. Como no Filme: O brilho eterno de uma mente sem lembranças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Realmente uma pena este filme ser só ficção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A frase não podemos nem ser amigos, cai muito bem. Porque amigos bebem, trocam idéias, se comprimentam, tomam café, vão ao cinema... &lt;b&gt;E um dia ... meu amigo! &lt;/b&gt;A frase vamos ser civilizados e terminar td de forma amigável, virá a tona contra vc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez pela inconformância de vc simplesmente aceitar que acabou sem estardalhaço. Ou pela loucura da cabeça confusa do indivíduo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Toda bondade será punida. Nunca tenha dúvida disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Vc quer apenas terminar tudo numa boa e espera q isso seja entendido, sem segundas intenções, para que fique o sentimento de superioridade e dignidade humana.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas o fato de vc ser civilizado e bom nunca será entendido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; A pessoa nunca vai entender q confiança é a base de tudo e uma vez quebrada, tudo se transforma e a lei do universo se faz: a ação e reação de tudo, acontece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O ser humano extravou sua vida, te fez de palhaça com atos totalmente repulsivos e sua vontade é de quebrar o MUNDO na cabeça dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Mas vc tenta o máximo que dá, claro, ser educada. Pq vc não é tão Poliana assim. E polianismo à parte...Vc não pode ter o melhor dos mundos. Vc não vai ficar só com&amp;nbsp; lado bom do ex. Todo o lado ruim, vai ser jogado na sua cara através do ventilador. E ai sim, o ser humano se revelará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Isso é tudo o que vc não soube, qd o cara foi embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; E se soubesse desses FATOS, teria feito menos ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Teria economizado cada letrinha escrita, cada som de sua voz ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A terra gira em torno apenas do sol&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Vc tem a sua moral preservada. E as verdades do seu coração. E a contagem regressiva para o game over, foi lançada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-6543818153785844351?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/6543818153785844351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/01/desordem-dos-fatores.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6543818153785844351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6543818153785844351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2011/01/desordem-dos-fatores.html' title='A desordem dos fatores.'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TSoWh1_D40I/AAAAAAAAAmg/oJLVJbdTBgc/s72-c/n7608631709_1237905_5298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-3408355820497578491</id><published>2011-01-02T03:09:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T03:14:41.039-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Passado, presente, Participo 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TSAIIPGIB8I/AAAAAAAAAmY/uNGuzvAnQA0/s1600/31122010629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TSAIIPGIB8I/AAAAAAAAAmY/uNGuzvAnQA0/s400/31122010629.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TSAIK-Y5oNI/AAAAAAAAAmc/AQIdXxj6wks/s1600/02012011693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;entramos em 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que desejar do próximo ano? que ele seja próspero em toda a sua amplitude, mas acima de tudo: traga experiências incríveis. E em homenagem aos pequenos detalhes do mistério desse planeta, saúdo 2011 com marisa monte e novos baianos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie"value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PhPK5QoHWqk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embedsrc="http://www.youtube.com/v/PhPK5QoHWqk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always"allowfullscreen="true" width="425"height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passado, presente, Participo sendo o mistério do planeta &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="rangeSel"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vou mostrando como sou , e vou sendo como posso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sigo o meu caminho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good vibrations para 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-2329508446545046115</id><published>2010-12-29T14:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T14:26:03.709-02:00</updated><title type='text'>um pouco atrasado mas vale ouvir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWsOTV1LsPo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWsOTV1LsPo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-6115194740998766863</id><published>2010-12-09T00:57:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T00:57:42.840-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por Carlos Drummond de Andrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Há certo gosto em pensar sozinho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É ato individual, como nascer e morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Carlos_Drummond_de_Andrade/"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-6115194740998766863?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/6115194740998766863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/12/por-carlos-drummond-de-andrade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6115194740998766863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6115194740998766863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/12/por-carlos-drummond-de-andrade.html' title='Por Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-81885151949687225</id><published>2010-11-30T23:10:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:13:38.191-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Na meta final</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6_5D4y6x-oo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6_5D4y6x-oo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E quando eu finalmente me senti um pouco mais a vontade com a vida, quando entendi que já há muito tempo estava fazendo a minha parte e nada mais dependia de mim a vida aconteceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ainda não está 100% redondo, ainda não é o ideal, mas ao menos fechei 2010 com as minhas metas cumprida em pleno meio de novembro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em muitos momentos eu me questionei se estava no caminho certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ao som de &lt;/span&gt;Stereo Love&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; começou o esquenta e terminou a noite, indo até quase o sol raiar e fazer bolha no pé. Para muitos algo normal, para mim muito mais. Era o meu momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-81885151949687225?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/81885151949687225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/11/na-meta-final.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/81885151949687225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/81885151949687225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/11/na-meta-final.html' title='Na meta final'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-7519576346468072670</id><published>2010-11-15T21:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:46:17.247-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Know Why - Norah jones - Show em São Paulo 14/11/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xgZWsjypoF8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xgZWsjypoF8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi quase assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I saw the break of day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wished that I could fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TOHDnSM8-DI/AAAAAAAAAmM/v5lBwW30sMA/s1600/14112010328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TOHDnSM8-DI/AAAAAAAAAmM/v5lBwW30sMA/s400/14112010328.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bati esta foto ao som de &lt;/span&gt;Sunrise! Totalmente digna!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.fm/%7Eymmdj?sms_ss=blogger&amp;amp;at_xt=4ce1c5aa1c8a581d,0"&gt;Norah Jones - Sunrise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-7519576346468072670?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/7519576346468072670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-know-why-norah-jones-show-em-sao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/7519576346468072670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/7519576346468072670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-know-why-norah-jones-show-em-sao.html' title='Don&apos;t Know Why - Norah jones - Show em São Paulo 14/11/10'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TOHDnSM8-DI/AAAAAAAAAmM/v5lBwW30sMA/s72-c/14112010328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-6039115152808503533</id><published>2010-11-07T23:16:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:58:55.563-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Edifício São Vito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/60ayKgtTnWw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/60ayKgtTnWw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny Lane é a trilha que me faz lembrar do antigo edifício Treme Treme. O tão falado Edifício São Vito, o qual morei alguns anos de minha vida durante a infância e que agora será demolido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TNcwgcf1BZI/AAAAAAAAAlk/gRsWp1h9JV4/s1600/Mathieu+Struck%27s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TNcwgcf1BZI/AAAAAAAAAlk/gRsWp1h9JV4/s320/Mathieu+Struck%27s.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foto &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mathieustruck/"&gt;Mathieu Struck's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Treme Treme, eu conheci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds (The Beatles)"&gt; Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; (atual nome da minha cachorra) , assim fui apresentada aos Beatles, logo depois ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;John Lennon&lt;/b&gt;, homem o qual eu vi o primeiro "pipi" da minha vida, na capa de um disco. Assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; aprendi minha primeira palavra em inglês: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;Imagine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TNc4D5KEQ4I/AAAAAAAAAls/uNyaNpFbJCA/s1600/JohnLennon1968TwoVirgins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TNc4D5KEQ4I/AAAAAAAAAls/uNyaNpFbJCA/s1600/JohnLennon1968TwoVirgins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Desse mundo verticalizado presenciei e participei da chuva de papéis picados quando Trancredo Neves foi eleito e logo aprendi minha primeira palavra difícil quando disseram que ele havia morrido também, assim como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;John morreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Corrupção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No treme treme, tive minha mão lida por uma cigana e foi onde questionei a religião.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lá conheci um homem que era homem mas se vestia de mulher e fiquei feliz, porque ele era feliz de verdade, mais até do que eu que era uma criança e só sabia brincar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TNcxXzDXkLI/AAAAAAAAAlo/2gzfLk6FCYE/s1600/amambahy%27s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TNcxXzDXkLI/AAAAAAAAAlo/2gzfLk6FCYE/s320/amambahy%27s.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amambahy/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foto amambahy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Neste meu universo fantasiando do meu sofá que eu era a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNIw5qbG0Ps"&gt;Tila do He-Man&lt;/a&gt;, questionava porque meus cabelos não eram ruivos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi onde eu ganhei minha primeira Barbie noiva e assim almejei crescer como minha mãe para fazer o que ela fez: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;morar sozinha, usar tenis all star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, ter um salário e como nas músicas da Rita Lee, que também era "ruiva", ser a ovelha negra da família e dizer me cansei de lero lero... dá licença mas eu vou sair do sério!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sr92AN2LAVY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sr92AN2LAVY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No edifício, nos dias de chuva eu lia &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHS34tkXdR8"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Turma da Mônica&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e assim decidi que não queria mais ser ruiva, queria ser a &lt;b&gt;Tina&lt;/b&gt; e ter um namorado algum dia, mesmo com a má experiência que cometi em meus cabelos em nome da beleza, por conta dos comerciais que via da nossa primeira TV colorida. E... foi assim, querendo reinventar tudo, praticando o "imagine", que descobri o mundo dos desenhos, em meus desenhos meu cabelo crescia, diferente da vida real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TNdDo69BOjI/AAAAAAAAAlw/PkU3G98JPEE/s1600/2_seuvizinho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TNdDo69BOjI/AAAAAAAAAlw/PkU3G98JPEE/s1600/2_seuvizinho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garapa/tags/s%C3%A3ovito/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foto Garapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No meu mundo d'Amanda Poulain, dentro daquele edifício eu era uma vocalista famosa do grupo musical &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYnYtT88mCI"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;BLITZ&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pedindo batata frita ou uma Pop star em &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMhJLNIUbW4&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;Armação Ilimitada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, sonhando com o bacana da minha vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Naquela época em sua arquitetura modernista tocavam bandas cover do The Cure e Depeche Mode e eu pensava no porquê do Culture Club usar batom e no que diabos os Paralamas do sucesso queriam dizer com &lt;/span&gt;Alagados, Trenchtown, Favela da Maré...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TNdK3jnRqmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/tT8xyXT0i48/s1600/MUNDAN%C2%B9O%27s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TNdK3jnRqmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/tT8xyXT0i48/s320/MUNDAN%C2%B9O%27s.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foto &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/artetude/sets/72157613309697140/"&gt;MUNDAN¹O's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Das janelas desse cartão postal do avesso eu via o Mercado Municipal, as pontes de São Paulo, o rio e um imenso céu da garoa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O edifício foi projetado pela dupla de arquitetos Kogan e Zarzur, um judeu e o outro árabe. Pasme! E foi construído em 1959, sua estrutura básica é constituída de 600 quitinetes, o térreo, sobrelojas comerciais e na sua cobertura um auditório enorme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TNdGDTmGeVI/AAAAAAAAAl0/IQv5xPI9cmM/s1600/Picture+16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TNdGDTmGeVI/AAAAAAAAAl0/IQv5xPI9cmM/s320/Picture+16.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garapa/tags/s%C3%A3ovito/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foto Garapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TNdJsoZd1dI/AAAAAAAAAmA/WdV3LtCbX9Y/s1600/Picture+24.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TNdJsoZd1dI/AAAAAAAAAmA/WdV3LtCbX9Y/s320/Picture+24.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Foto Revista Época&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dado o grande abandono desse edifício que virou sinônimo hoje de favela vertical, o mais barato a se fazer é demolir. Porém fica a tristeza de se ver como o estado é mal administrado em muitas vertentes, a ponto da melhor solução ser a demolição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fato, dói ver uns dos prédios mais imponentes da cidade de São Paulo, daquela época levar esse fim. Deixo aqui um link de um ensaio fotografico para&amp;nbsp; uma exposição chamada: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garapa/tags/s%C3%A3ovito/"&gt;Habite- se.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TNdGOHVOQrI/AAAAAAAAAl4/T3ojvKNI4Us/s1600/Picture+14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TNdGOHVOQrI/AAAAAAAAAl4/T3ojvKNI4Us/s320/Picture+14.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garapa/tags/s%C3%A3ovito/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foto Garapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A idéia era retratar a desapropriação do edifício convidando para o projeto os fotógrafos: - gui Mohallem, Antonio Brasiliano e Fabiano Cerchiari. Em 2003 antes da desapropriação, 3 mil pessoas ainda habitavam o prédio, até ser desapropriado e lacrado. Tem uma matéria da revista época que descreve bastante detalhes sobre a história do edifício:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: blue; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://revistaepocasp.globo.com/Revista/Epoca/SP/0,,EMI92909-15573-1,00-EDIFICIO+SAO+VITO.html"&gt;Edifício São Vito (1959-2009)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TNdJ7ap3H8I/AAAAAAAAAmE/LZ5l5HSHHNg/s1600/Picture+23.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TNdJ7ap3H8I/AAAAAAAAAmE/LZ5l5HSHHNg/s320/Picture+23.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Foto Revista Época&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O prédio vai ao chão, mas suas histórias e lembranças ficam. Como na foto abaixo em meu momento bailarina e nossa primeira TV colorida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TNdG3D_dd_I/AAAAAAAAAl8/jkCHHSRSwFU/s1600/eu+no+sao+vito.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TNdG3D_dd_I/AAAAAAAAAl8/jkCHHSRSwFU/s320/eu+no+sao+vito.jpg" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foto Marli Amorim, mamãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E para quem não sabe o significado da música dos &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4GKF_OnYDlw"&gt;Paralamas&lt;/a&gt; ai vai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alagados&lt;/b&gt; é o nome de uma favela de &lt;b&gt;Salvador&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Favela da Maré&lt;/b&gt;, do &lt;b&gt;Rio de Janeiro&lt;/b&gt;, e &lt;b&gt;Trenchtown&lt;/b&gt;, da &lt;b&gt;Jamaica&lt;/b&gt;, onde viveram músicos famosos de reggae, como &lt;b&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Bunny Wailer&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;Peter Tosh&lt;/b&gt;, que formavam inicialmente a banda &lt;b&gt;The Wailers&lt;/b&gt;. O próprio &lt;b&gt;Bob&lt;/b&gt;, cita a &lt;b&gt;terra natal&lt;/b&gt; na sua mais famosa música, &lt;b&gt;No Woman no Cry&lt;/b&gt; (“I remember when we used to sit / In the government yard in &lt;b&gt;Trenchtown&lt;/b&gt;“).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-6039115152808503533?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/6039115152808503533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/11/edificio-sao-vito.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-8499324934164778183</id><published>2010-10-30T23:29:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T23:30:45.626-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu pudesse dar um conselho em relação ao futuro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfq_A8nXMsQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfq_A8nXMsQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Talvez você se case, talvez não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; height: 33px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Talvez tenha filhos, talvez não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Talvez se divorcie aos 40, talvez dance uma valsinha quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;tiver 75 anos de "casamento".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que quer que faça, não se orgulhe nem se critique demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Todas as tuas escolhas tem 50% de chance de dar certo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;como as escolhas de todos os demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;O filme é velho, mas sempre vem a calhar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-8499324934164778183?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/8499324934164778183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/10/se-eu-pudesse-dar-um-conselho-em.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/8499324934164778183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/8499324934164778183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/10/se-eu-pudesse-dar-um-conselho-em.html' title='Se eu pudesse dar um conselho em relação ao futuro...'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-2056846223279146272</id><published>2010-10-11T19:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:34:34.434-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E viva SWU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ch64Xj_MQTA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ch64Xj_MQTA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I've got a right to be wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;My mistakes will make me strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm stepping out into the great unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm feeling wings though I've never flown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-2056846223279146272?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/2056846223279146272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-viva-swu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/2056846223279146272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/2056846223279146272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-viva-swu.html' title='E viva SWU!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-3161027119666896098</id><published>2010-10-09T17:13:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T17:36:15.811-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it be by John Lennon/Paul McCartney</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j9SgDoypXcI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j9SgDoypXcI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deixe estar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Quando eu me encontro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;em momentos dificeis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mãe Maria vem a mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Falando palavras de sabedoria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;e nas minhas horas de escuridão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ela está em pé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;bem na minha frente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Falando palavras de sabedoria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe esta, deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar, deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sussurrando palavras de sabedoria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E quando as pessoas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;de coração partido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Morando no mundo concordarem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Haverá uma resposta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Pois embora possam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;estar separados há&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda uma chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;que eles verão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Haverá um resposta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar, deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar, deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Haverá uma resposta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar, deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar, deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Haverá uma resposta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar, Deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar, Deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Haverá uma resposta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E quando a noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;está nublada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Há ainda uma luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;que brilha em mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Brilha até amanhã,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu acordo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;ao som da música&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mãe Maria vem para mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Falando palavras de sabedoria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar, deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar, deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Haverá uma resposta, deixa estar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar, deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar, deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar, deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sussurrando palavras de sabedoria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-3161027119666896098?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/3161027119666896098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/10/let-it-be-by-john-lennonpaul-mccartney.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/3161027119666896098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/3161027119666896098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/10/let-it-be-by-john-lennonpaul-mccartney.html' title='Let it be by John Lennon/Paul McCartney'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-1660880345542790700</id><published>2010-09-12T22:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:21:20.608-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9409561&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;loop=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9409561&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;loop=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/9409561"&gt;Untitled Beach&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/ryanjay"&gt;Ryan Jay&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Pensando na vida, nas coisas que preciso fazer, na falta de tempo, no desejo de que o dia tivesse 36 horas a mais e eu mais de uma vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Pensando na morte da Bezerra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E se estivéssemos num mundo de desenho animado estariamos na série do Fantástico mundo de BOB, onde ele imaginaria um ritual para a morte da Bezerra e uma causa justa do porque a Bezerra deveria morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Pensando na morte da Bezerra, é um termo proveniente das tradições hebraicas, onde os bezerros eram sacrificados para Deus como forma de redenção aos pecados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E pensando na vida, ficam as questões:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Onde está Deus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Para onde vamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Qual o número do CNPJ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O que vai fazer no final de semana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Onde guardei meu título de eleitor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Foi engano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Estou no meu inferno astral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Qual a senha do mac?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Qual a senha do troca?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Qual a senha mesmo da criação BBL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Porque não encontro no the source?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Onde deixei meu carro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Que horas vou embora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Onde compro a pastilha branca?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Está faltando algo nesse layout?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Como não vi isso antes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Será que eu respondo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Cade a lista do mercado? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Cadê as minhas anotações?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Qual a senha do e-mail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Qual a ordem das chaves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Perdi a data do médico?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Alguém viu minha lapiseira? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;e mais ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Onde foi que eu deixei passar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Quem rasurou o calendário?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Cadê o e-mail que eu não mandei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Por que você quer que eu acredite nisso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Onde eu deixei os óculos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Por que se importar com centavos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Qual o oposto de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Será que está torto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Qual a graça?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Por que hoje não está sorrindo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O que vem depois dessa frase?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Por que você fala tanto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O que você espera do seu trabalho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Qual o endereço?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Em que mundo você vive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Qual o seu próximo grande projeto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Por que você se conforma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;estas do blog do &lt;a href="http://fabricioteixeira.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fabrício&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-1660880345542790700?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/1660880345542790700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/09/httpflic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/1660880345542790700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/1660880345542790700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/09/httpflic.html' title='Pensando!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-8518281793762896549</id><published>2010-09-10T00:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:51:36.985-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A dança é realmente uma linguagem universal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlfKdbWwruY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlfKdbWwruY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;42 cidades e muita dança... let's dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-8518281793762896549?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/8518281793762896549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/09/danca-e-realmente-uma-linguagem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/8518281793762896549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/8518281793762896549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/09/danca-e-realmente-uma-linguagem.html' title='A dança é realmente uma linguagem universal!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-7510590044332524276</id><published>2010-09-07T00:58:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T02:29:51.141-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje, 6/9, é Dia do Sexo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E como todo bom publicitário sabe, a &lt;a href="http://www.diadosexo.com.br/index_flash.php"&gt;OLLA&lt;/a&gt; lançou a campanha do dia do sexo, no caso hoje dia 06/09. Então meu post de hoje tinha de ser sobre o assunto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei buscar no &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/"&gt;wikipédia&lt;/a&gt; uma definição mais concreta sobre o sexo e acabei achando toda a explicação extensa e complexa demais, então de busca em busca...UOU! Eis que me deparo com um tema bem interessante:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Erotismo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TIWoQqpTupI/AAAAAAAAAjg/3yK-v7k1TRw/s1600/cabelo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TIWoQqpTupI/AAAAAAAAAjg/3yK-v7k1TRw/s400/cabelo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Erotismo é o conjunto de expressões culturais e artísticas humanas referentes ao sexo. A palavra provém do latim ‘eroticus’ e este do grego ‘erotikós’, que se referia ao amor sensual e à poesia de amor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu como amante da mitologia grega romana, não podia deixar por menos em esclarecer que a palavra vem do nome de Eros, deus grego do amor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TIWqP2Yl0-I/AAAAAAAAAkA/OvRXT2o2aUI/s1600/William-Adolphe_Bouguereau_%281825-1905%29_-_A_Young_Girl_Defending_Herself_Against_Eros_%281880%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TIWqP2Yl0-I/AAAAAAAAAkA/OvRXT2o2aUI/s320/William-Adolphe_Bouguereau_%281825-1905%29_-_A_Young_Girl_Defending_Herself_Against_Eros_%281880%29.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TIWqFywkTmI/AAAAAAAAAj4/N7vkoN_AFyc/s1600/eros+baixa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TIWqFywkTmI/AAAAAAAAAj4/N7vkoN_AFyc/s400/eros+baixa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E parte do significado desse nome é: Que ele é a virtude atrativa que leva as coisas a se juntarem, criando a vida. É uma força fundamental no mundo, que assegura não somente a continuidade das espécies como a coesão interna do Cosmos. Fonte: o meu dicionário de mitologia grego-romana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;O erotismo é essencial no assunto sexo. Dependendo da pessoa quase tudo pode ser erótico.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E pensando em erotismo lembrei de algumas cenas que já passei e que quase ninguém comenta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sessão Porno da videolocadora.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar da internet ter matado esta area proibida para menores na locadora e tentadora aos maiores... Elas ainda existem e muita gente dá uma voltinha como quem não quer nada para ver o que tá "pegando" nos lançamentos. A parte digamos constrangedora é: você estar perto da sessão proibida buscando filmes alternativos e sair alguém, diga-se de passagem não muito atraente e olhar direto para você, com aquela pegada erótica... O seu conjunto shortinho e blusa de alça vira o céu é o limite!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TIW-1ytbrSI/AAAAAAAAAkY/gsd9tfp2D9Y/s1600/1202152388753_bigPhoto_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TIW-1ytbrSI/AAAAAAAAAkY/gsd9tfp2D9Y/s320/1202152388753_bigPhoto_0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A sua reação ou minha no caso, quase sempre é sem jeito e dá-se aquela disfarçada como quem escolhe tomate na feira. Eu acho no mínimo engraçado e salve a internet que hoje livra todos ou quase todos, desse tipo de situação e também livra a melhor parte, os comentários sobre o filme na hora de cadastrar o aluguel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O bom é que agora essa linha de filmes ficou totalmente acessível à mulherada que não tinha muito o hábito por vergonha de se expor na locadora ou ficava na dependência de seu parceiro ou da TV a cabo com aqueles filminhos rídiculos de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ô yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, ô yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ô yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ô yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sex Shop&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine encontrar conhecidos no sex shop, coisa mais desagradável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você ali, pensando na vida ou naquilo, lendo instruções de uso de seja lá o quê...E! eis que aparece um conhecido, te pega de jeito com aquilo na mão. Um produto no caso...e ops... O que você diz?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só estou dando uma passadinha? Ou uma olhadinha?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem tá na chuva é para se molhar. Se for alguém bacana ótemo, caso contrário você pode usar do lugar para digamos se vingar de alguma forma, com piadinhas sobre a presença da pessoa ali, inverter o papel. E se for um/uma ex por exemplo, melhor ainda... você pode sugerir uma roupa que não vai servir, chamando a pessoa indiretamente de gorda, ou um alongador de... vocês sabem o quê!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quero registrar algo que achei fantástico, isso que é conexão digital:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TIW3o8bGB4I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/NLcSQBvoYB8/s1600/ifod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TIW3o8bGB4I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/NLcSQBvoYB8/s320/ifod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Comprar aqui: &lt;a href="http://www.ohmibod.com/naughtibod.html"&gt;Ohmibod&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Depois do post de cima não podia faltar, musicas dão o clima. Ou como diria um antigo amigo meu, músicas de treinar neném. Recentemente conheci a série:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Erotic-Lounge-Vol-Various-Artists/dp/B000088STP"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Erotic Lounge.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/heEDwV-Lu80?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/heEDwV-Lu80?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas tem alguns que não saem nunca de moda &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKPoHgKcqag&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Marvin Gaye com Let's Get It On.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fantasias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fantasias são bem interessantes, o problema é que só a grande parte das mulheres as exploram e certos homens não ficam bem, causando na gente uma certa dose de riso. No entanto para mim o que vale é a intensão, então que fique registrado! Sim a mulhereda adora uma fantasia, junta isso com homem criativo e com senso de humor, melhor ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A de bombeiro segundo pesquisas é a top of mind e quem não queria um Jeffrey Dean Morgan vestido de bombeiro, ou no caso dele, seja lá do que for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TIXE3i9gpNI/AAAAAAAAAkg/d_36ZcWJduI/s1600/homens+q+amamos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TIXE3i9gpNI/AAAAAAAAAkg/d_36ZcWJduI/s640/homens+q+amamos.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dança&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A dança é praticamente a prima do sexo. E com toda certeza está relativamente ligada à ele. Mulheres dançam, até quando não sabem dançar elas dão um jeito, porque a natureza feminina ajuda e os homens não prestam muito a atenção na dança em si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É fato que um homem que sabe dançar é tudo! Digo, aquele que sabe o jeito de te conduzir numa dança e faz de você a melhor ou quase a melhor dançarina do lugar, ele com o potencial dele tira do seu potencial feminino passos que nem você sabia que fazia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas se o cara não sabe dançar, a regra vale aqui também: seja criativo, tenha senso de humor, sorria e&amp;nbsp; improvisa amigo! Porque o próprio Gerard Butler não sabe dançar e a mulhereda ama mesmo assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LaQm6IMgjBU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LaQm6IMgjBU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Para falar a verdade o importante é se divertir. Essa é a regra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A minha mãe aos 51 anos de idade um dia desses foi cantada pelo açougueiro. Ela pediu um frango e o açougueiro começou a alisar a coxa do frango fazendo a analogia de como o frango estava gostoso e impecável assim como ela. No nosso ponto de vista aquilo foi totalmente de mal gosto! Mas &lt;b&gt;EU,&lt;/b&gt; cai na risada de tão rídiculo que era!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E pensando bem o que homens e mulheres tem em comum baseado na filosofia de onde viemos e para onde vamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ambos viemos das mulheres e os homens vão para onde as mulheres estão excessão para o futebol, claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E para finalizar...Um pouco de sexo frágil, com o episódio:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As mulheres que dão para a gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ED-dTWnMMg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ED-dTWnMMg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Há e minha mãe nunca mais voltou ao açougue enquanto o cara dos trocadilhos eróticos trabalhava lá, recentemente ele foi demitido por uma situação parecida, mas desta vez a cliente tinha pedido uma picanha...rs...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-7510590044332524276?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/7510590044332524276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/09/hoje-69-e-dia-do-sexo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/7510590044332524276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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amigo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yJdh3oNa0bc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yJdh3oNa0bc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-5561068999483606372?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/5561068999483606372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/08/em-homenagem-um-amigo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/5561068999483606372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/5561068999483606372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/08/em-homenagem-um-amigo.html' title='em homenagem a um amigo!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-4395103620023834743</id><published>2010-08-11T00:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:52:51.544-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Go back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TGIcLuvVjbI/AAAAAAAAAjI/bCmbP8ZnAOY/s1600/Picture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TGIcLuvVjbI/AAAAAAAAAjI/bCmbP8ZnAOY/s400/Picture+1.png" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Foto de &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/angelav/"&gt;Angela Wright.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E foi assim que na hora do almoço a gente relembrou o passado . O passado beeeeem passado e esquecemos que o tempo passou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisa boa aliás esquecer que o tempo passou finalizado com um pudim de leite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu...continuo sendo a mesma e no final das contas ele tb, mas muito de nós mudou.&lt;br /&gt;Judiadamente, parte por parte...com o tempo e alguns desastres do passado. Mas num almocinho sem compromisso, cheio de piadas e de assuntos inusitados para a hora da digestão como política, rafinha bastos, impostos e de promessas para um futuro próspero, voltamos aos velhos tempos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como sempre fazemos inevitalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porque não? Coisa boa deve sempre ser relembrada e revivida de um modo até talvez saudosista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltamos a um tempo onde eu achava que tinha super poderes, que podia mudar o mundo, as pessoas e sabia que podia pagar o cachorro quente com o passe escolar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo onde as preocupações era o trabalho de conclusão da matéria, a partida de ping pong, os meninos do basquete... E o novo CD acústico do Titãs que eu não podia comprar, mas podia gravar numa fita, para ouvir no walkman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há a saudade... Ela é quando o momento tenta fugir da lembrança para acontecer de novo e não consegue, ai fica aquele gostinho bom mas que vc nunca vai sentir igual de novo, vai ser mesmo só uma lembrança.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E ai vc volta ao ano de 2010 e se torna aquela figura ilustrativa do boêmio saudosista! Não mais que de repente entra para a história daquele que te observa e logo essa conversa também será passado, eu voltarei ao trabalho para dar continuidade à fila de jobs que está na pauta da semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas passo o dia relembrando tempos bons, o ponto marcante onde eu me descobri gente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então passo o resto do dia feliz e grata...Penso que quando chegar em casa vou escrever sobre isso no blog, vou olhar as fotos antigas e admirá-las um pouquinho, mas aí me lembro que o album, alguém levou embora... Junto com as lembranças que hoje em dia não faço a menor questão de lembrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de verdade não tem importância, porque está tudo aqui dentro...guardadinho, em cada conversa, desenho, lembrança, na rua ingreme da escola que hoje eu passo de carro e vejo os filhos de meus amigos crescerem... no pátio do colégio, na música que escuto, nos desenhos antigos e em outros bons amigos que vou encontrar no final de semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso e muito mais aconteceu num almoço de terça feira em pleno inverno da terra da garoa! A vida não é perfeita, mas não posso reclamar!&amp;nbsp; Então &lt;b&gt;Go back!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9MzeJLs6yj0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9MzeJLs6yj0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-4395103620023834743?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/4395103620023834743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/08/go-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/4395103620023834743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/4395103620023834743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/08/go-back.html' title='Go back!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TGIcLuvVjbI/AAAAAAAAAjI/bCmbP8ZnAOY/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-1868695772649911578</id><published>2010-08-09T23:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T23:32:32.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving slow on Sunday morning ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TGC0hm-WT2I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Y0uYEnKffHk/s1600/imagem.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TGC0hm-WT2I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Y0uYEnKffHk/s400/imagem.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguém me traz algo assim da feira!&lt;br /&gt;... alto, moreno, charmoso, simpático, inteligente e se for médico melhor ainda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu tô precisando de um médico também!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a minha cena preferida do filme: &lt;b&gt;Alguém tem que ceder!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro este filme! E morro de rir com a cena do choro da Diane Keaton! Pois me identifico totalmente com a cena... É tão rídiculo, que chega a ser engraçado! Ela faz o papel da mulher independente que conseguiu tudo o que as mulheres de hoje em dia buscam:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;independência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;carreira próspera&lt;br /&gt;dinheiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;respeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;prestígio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;satisfação profissional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; de presente o divórcio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim a saga do azar no amor passou a persegui-la, afinal homens tem medo de mulher inteligente e se for muito independente pior ainda.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os caras apostam tudo nas peiriguetes, afinal o que vale é a lei do menor esforço. E assim a mulher se esconde ainda mais por trás de seus projetos e faz maravilhas para a sociedade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E enquanto eu dou a minha contribuição para a sociedade ouço minha música favorita do filme!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;That may be all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In darkness she is all I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Come and rest your bones with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Driving slow on Sunday morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And I never want to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Musica que inesperadamente alguém um dia cantou p/ mim de presente de aniversário e ficou na memória carinhosamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G8nJ-KAiBeo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G8nJ-KAiBeo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-1868695772649911578?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/1868695772649911578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/08/driving-slow-on-sunday-morning.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/1868695772649911578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/1868695772649911578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/08/driving-slow-on-sunday-morning.html' title='Driving slow on Sunday morning ...'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TGC0hm-WT2I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Y0uYEnKffHk/s72-c/imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-426153589531682718</id><published>2010-08-01T23:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T23:53:58.012-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Da série coisas que eu gostaria de fazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/COdXG0pXKN8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/COdXG0pXKN8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mais uma da série!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fazer o percurso do filme Tudo Acontece em Elizabethtown de carro e eu dirigindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Passar pela cidade de Memphis e questionar se Elvis não morreu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Depois fazer jus à frase de Martin Luther King:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"O perdão é um catalisador que cria a ambiência necessária para uma nova partida, para um reinício."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;No percurso eu QUERO: cantar alto, chorar alto, berrar mais alto ainda... E aproveitar o meu momento, aonde quer que eu vá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo isso ouvindo minha trilha de viagem, pois há quem diga, que existe trilha para tudo nesta vida. E eu assino embaixo com a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;minha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPhjBkIj8A0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPhjBkIj8A0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-426153589531682718?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/426153589531682718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/08/da-serie-coisas-que-eu-gostaria-de.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/426153589531682718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/426153589531682718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/08/da-serie-coisas-que-eu-gostaria-de.html' title='Da série coisas que eu gostaria de fazer'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-2613219214371892891</id><published>2010-07-22T00:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T00:57:19.811-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Da série coisas que eu gostaria de fazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NMNgbISmF4I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NMNgbISmF4I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mais uma da serie!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma delas era ser a adolescente escolhida na década de 90, para fazer o clipe do Aerosmith!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;A outra, cabular a aula com a melhor amiga, para fazer coisas incrivelmente inusitadas exatamente como o video clipe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-2613219214371892891?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/2613219214371892891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/07/da-serie-coisas-que-eu-gostaria-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/2613219214371892891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/2613219214371892891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/07/da-serie-coisas-que-eu-gostaria-de.html' title='Da série coisas que eu gostaria de fazer'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-4711018624040412859</id><published>2010-06-28T01:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T01:42:44.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida é assim:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TCgdBrzK8RI/AAAAAAAAAig/RYbc1KGwIRg/s1600/nikki.jane%27s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="372" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TCgdBrzK8RI/AAAAAAAAAig/RYbc1KGwIRg/s400/nikki.jane%27s.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/plantreesplease/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Foto by nikki.jane's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Então a vida é assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Você trabalha pra caramba, cumpre suas obrigações diárias como profissional, cidadão, pessoa, p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;aga suas contas, a infinidade de impostos... Pede a nota fiscal sempre, a fim de ser ressarcido no final do ano, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;deduzindo isso do IPVA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Na volta p/ casa procura não se estressar com o trânsito.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;É! Você achou que ia chegar cedo em casa, você achou! rs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Você tem se esforçado p/ ser uma pessoa bacana e fica puta da vida julgando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; determinadas pessoas que não conseguem sequer chegar perto de um terço do que você é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E vc até fica feliz, pensando, PQP eu sou du caralho, sorte de quem tiver comigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E essa viagem acontece naquela outra viagem infindável saindo do trabalho de volta p/ casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TCgd7rOz-2I/AAAAAAAAAio/HXpvZZL2sD4/s1600/DSC08932.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TCgd7rOz-2I/AAAAAAAAAio/HXpvZZL2sD4/s320/DSC08932.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E vc chega na avenida principal da terrinha de são caetano, abaixa o vidro apesar do frio da Serra, reduz a velocidade e respira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; a sensação de bem vindo! Cheguei! Sweet home ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;É o momento em que o tempo pára só p/ vc por 10 minutos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Vc chega em casa e o telefone toca... Sua mãe querendo saber se já chegou, se está td bem, como tem encarado a vida e as coisas, ela fala com vc quase 3 minutos, pq o telefone sem fio continua sem bateria e seu destino é morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E vc pensa de novo, juro por deus... que no próximo final de semana vou comprar a porra da bateria ou eu não me chamo amanda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ok, sua mãe já entendeu que vc está bem e vai sobreviver mais um dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Então vc dá oi para o cachorro e pergunta se ele se comportou ou destruiu tudo... M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;as diga-se de passagem ele se comportou sim... que nem um cachorro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Você arregaça as mangas p/ colocar a casa em ordem, xingando o cachorro de guaxinim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Inconformada como um bichinho tão pequeno consegue fazer um estrago tão grande! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E vc fica mal humorada, se perguntando porquê a vida não pode ser mais fácil?! Porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E fazer o quê? ... Enquanto vc limpa a casa com o cachorro de castigo, ele olha p/ vc com aquela cara de sem vergonha carente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;cão sem dono e vc se sente culpado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TCgffDtGH_I/AAAAAAAAAiw/8_nWBLKGAdg/s1600/lucyy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TCgffDtGH_I/AAAAAAAAAiw/8_nWBLKGAdg/s400/lucyy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Por não levar o cachorro p/ passear, por não ter chegado mais cedo p/ dar atenção a ele, por não renovar sua matricula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; na hidroginástica e por mais uma vez na janta fazer o prático macarrão. Então &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;você faz as pazes com o cachorro e entende que ele sente sua falta e precisa de vc para ganhar o biscoito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E vc olha a pilha com os 3 livros que vc está lendo e AINDA não acabou e pensa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;puxa preciso cuidar mais de mim e imediatamente olha as unhas e lembra que esqueceu de fazê-las!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E amanhã...Não é final de semana, amanhã é dia de branco! Aliás foi por isso que vc negou o convite p/ a balada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; o happy hour, a esticadinha no barzinho da esquina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Vc renunciou mais uma noite de são paulo, a apaixonante são paulo gastronômica, com suas noites agitadas, com gente pra td que é gosto! Tudo porque vc prefere ir p/ casa, ficar na sua...Evita e tem preguiça de desenvolver diálogo com pessoas novas do sexo oposto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Vc já tem seus blogs, seu blip, scrapbooks, skechbook, seu twitter, twitpic, facebook, flickr, suas comunidades, seus e-mails, o ichat, o skype, o msn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Vc atualmente até se perde nas senhas e nos usernames de tantos que são...E já pensou em escrever um texto sobre isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E você admite que gosta mais do mundo das palavras, pois vc foi do tempo que se escrevia cartões de natal, cartas, vc comprava selo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;e enviava postais pelo correio...Você até entende essa sua proximidade virtual pela análise das palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas hoje em dia você avalia um pouco mais se vale a pena, tudo porque vc tem preguiça... Cativar pessoas dá trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; e você quer alguém que te cative, alguém que te surpreenda. Alguém que faça a diferença!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Coisa rara para o seu atual estado! Discrente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas tudo está ok para você! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Você está de boa, está tranquila, na sua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Vc toma seu banho, faz um chá, calça a pantufa e o agasalho velho de guerra e fica bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;É verdade que você precisa de carinho de uma forma diferente, mas isso não é uma prioridade ou necessidade, é um pensamento vago que está abaixo da lista de prioridades que você precisa para o momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Você não tem tempo para pensar nisso, mas uma lembrança vaga invade esse seu momento e você lembra quando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;somava algo em alguém e esse alguém tb somava algo em vc. Você lembra dos momentos bacanas que viravam fotografias e depois terminavam na caixa de recordação que vc fazia sempre questão de mostrar para as visitas...Ou de recordá-los nos momentos a dois. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Até que um belo dia tudo mudou, a caixa virou um saco de lixo preto cheio de papéis picadinhos do tempo que se comprava selos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Do tempo que não existia cartão virtual...A caixa virou milhões de pedaços &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;concretos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;rasgados de papel, detalhadamente vincados, machucados, marcados, como seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E vc acha seu caderno de poesias, se lembra de quando queria ser jornalista e virou publicitária, vc lê os versos que escrevia sobre amor e dor, sem nunca ter amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E acha até engraçado o parágrafo&lt;i&gt;: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Um sujeito apaixonado é sempre um analfabeto não comprende e não expressa a sua própria lîngua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Que diabos eu queria dizer com isso!???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Então você guarda o caderno e lembra do que um dia te disseram, quando vc menos esperar vai achar exatamente quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; está procurando por você. Alguém excepcionalmente especial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TCgiYlqmR3I/AAAAAAAAAi4/erGWDRywGGE/s1600/walle_17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TCgiYlqmR3I/AAAAAAAAAi4/erGWDRywGGE/s400/walle_17.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Vc enche a caneca com um pouco mais de chá, liga o aquecedor do quarto, liga a TV, vai começar House e logo chega o cachorro carente, p/ se aconchegar na sua presença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Você está bem, está segura no seu espaço, na sua vaga demarcada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Você não quer correr riscos, você não quer se machucar outra vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Você não quer se decepcionar de novo e perder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;definitivamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;a fé no sexo oposto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Você não quer se envolver neste momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Você só quer ficar na sua. E saber como lidar com a situação de quando alguém flertar com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; ou ficar no seu pé você, corar menos o rosto e não ficar tão sem jeito, tão desarmada, só porque invadiram inesperadamente o espaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; que vc delimitou como entrada proibida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fechado para balanço.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Estado OFF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Você queria ter 10 anos de idade, mas vc já tem quase 30... E não passa mais desarpercebida. A desculpa da cosquinha não cola mais, vc não é menina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Você ainda não aprendeu como lidar com isso, mas não quer mais pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Já é tarde e amanhã vc vai trabalhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Então vc adormece, assistindo Dr. House o médico irresistivelmente charmoso e sínico. Que vc adora mas tem vontade de matar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A vida tem sido assim e tudo está bem no seu mundo. Por incrível que pareça!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-4711018624040412859?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/4711018624040412859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/06/vida-e-assim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/4711018624040412859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/4711018624040412859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/06/vida-e-assim.html' title='A vida é assim:'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TCgdBrzK8RI/AAAAAAAAAig/RYbc1KGwIRg/s72-c/nikki.jane%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-7481463868804460428</id><published>2010-06-18T23:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:00:47.788-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O sol do fim da tarde!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TBwqVaE9mMI/AAAAAAAAAiY/0krWTYoepVo/s1600/agencia+aktuell.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TBwqVaE9mMI/AAAAAAAAAiY/0krWTYoepVo/s400/agencia+aktuell.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Foto de Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje o céu estava assim, lindo, como se fosse uma tela, pintada com aquarelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Convidativo, tornou-se um evento na agência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Essa é a vista que temos da criação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E nessas tardes de inverno, faz-se as vistas mais lindas de se tirar o fôlego.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E viajar na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Isso quando o sol do fim da tarde, não bate no globo de luz que temos na sala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;e seus mosaicos de espelhos refletem quadradinhos iluminados por toda parte. Uma disco feita de fenômenos da natureza, ao som dos telefones, pedidos de trabalho, passagens de briefing, lady gaga e piadas internas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E aí, o tal espetáculo vira o evento daquele exato momento, cada um pega sua câmera, seu celular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;e dispersa, viaja, abre 5 minutos na correria do dia, p/ registrar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Assim são os criativos da agência, dispersam fácil...Mas sabem valorizar certas coisas que passaria batido por muitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Vou registrar aqui, que apesar de estar trabalhando muito, estou feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Minha vida está uma total bagunça, mas eu tenho me empenhado e alguns retornos estão vindo, mais rápido até do que eu esperava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E aí hoje, vejo esse céu, faço uma reflexão do quanto caminhei e estou caminhando para chegar onde em primeira etapa preciso, em segunda onde quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E sinto que estou fazendo a coisa certa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sai completa, entreguei meus jobs, organizei a minha agenda de segunda, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;coloquei a trilha dance anos 90 que gravaram p/ eu ouvir no carro de volta para casa, tomei a minha merecida cerveja de saideira porque eu também não sou de ferro e fui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;São 23:30, o dia foi longo, mas Ok! Valeu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje, deixo aqui a minha frase da semana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sucesso é quando você faz o que sempre&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fez só que todo mundo percebe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Adriana Falcão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-7481463868804460428?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/7481463868804460428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-sol-da-aktuell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/7481463868804460428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/7481463868804460428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-sol-da-aktuell.html' title='O sol do fim da tarde!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TBwqVaE9mMI/AAAAAAAAAiY/0krWTYoepVo/s72-c/agencia+aktuell.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-4868472426888043215</id><published>2010-06-13T21:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:45:00.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanáticos por futebol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TBVvKzo45fI/AAAAAAAAAiA/sJNZdWuczyc/s1600/fanaticos+por+futebol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TBVvKzo45fI/AAAAAAAAAiA/sJNZdWuczyc/s400/fanaticos+por+futebol.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/world/2009-decade.html?hp#/2008_7_31835"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Foto de Cláudio Vieira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É estamos em época de copa!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei as duas semanas fazendo kits copas, material para durban, tabela da copa...etc...copa...etc...copa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, é o &lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Brasil&lt;/b&gt;, país do futebol, aquele que tem na camisa da seleção a seguinte frase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Fanáticos por futebol.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente, eu confesso, gosto de futebol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a verdade é que eu adoro qualquer esporte. Adoro esse clima de torcida, um por todos e todos por um, essa coisa de time! VAI TIME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhei as olimpiadas de inverno, adoro acordar nos domingos de manhã com a Fórmula 1 passando na TV, sempre acompanho a seleção de volei, feminina e masculina e adoro um bom jogo de basquete, handball, ping pong...(Salve a única coisa que eu jogava bem!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é só futebol! É o esporte em si!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a habilidade de transformar suor em medalha. Seja ela ouro, prata ou bronze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O esporte em si, requer disciplina. A disciplina é a ponte que nos liga a qualquer realização.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O futebol é a arte de dedicar-se com obstinação na busca do principal objetivo: &lt;b&gt;O gol!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora nos tempos de hoje, no futebol tenhamos mais estrelas que jogadores de verdade. Desculpem dizer mas já não se fazem jogadores como antigamente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso Pelé o atléta do século, ou Zico onde há quem diga o pelé branco, Socrátes com seu futebol de categoria, ou Rivellino com a sua brilhante perna esquerda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa coisa de pop star do futebol, na minha opinião é muito ruim, porque como em qualquer área&amp;nbsp; a vaidade é inimiga do espírito de equipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também importante lembrar aqui que eu adoro o jogador de basquete Oscar Schmitd justamente por sua frase absoluta, o meu mantra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dom? Que nada, treinei muito, sou o cara que mais treinou nessa vida. Não tem milagre, minha mão não é santa, é mão treinada!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter talento só não basta, a boa performance dependo muito do conteúdo da pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas... voltando ao futebol e aos tempos de copa;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TBVxITAaKhI/AAAAAAAAAiI/s_P0MuWvOdU/s1600/nois+na+Question+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TBVxITAaKhI/AAAAAAAAAiI/s_P0MuWvOdU/s320/nois+na+Question+1.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na copa de 2006 eu estava totalmente envolvida com o esporte e com a copa. Eu trabalhava numa agência onde tinhamos a conta de BTL da adidas, que fique registrado:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Tesão absoluto de se trabalhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a copa era na Alemanha o que fez&amp;nbsp; a adidas investir a todo vapor em seus produtos e na copa. Era material que não acabava mais e trabalhamos muito, demais e era enlouquecedor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabe o que acontece? 4 anos depois, nunca imaginei que sentiria tanta saudades! Essa saudade absurda que dá no peito com vontade de voltar no tempo e viver 5 minutinhos daquilo tudo de novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Como um souvenir que se guarda na prateleira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TBVxesy2i7I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/CQIl59Zy8z0/s1600/nois+na+Question+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TBVxesy2i7I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/CQIl59Zy8z0/s320/nois+na+Question+2.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valeu muito a pena, por todo o aprendizado, por todas as pessoas, pela trajetória da minha vida que definiu muito do meu trabalho hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E enquanto este momento de copa 2010, não há um momento sequer que eu não me lembre do suor, do esforço, do trabalho duro, acompanhado de excelentes pessoas, que me enriquecem até hoje!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me faz pensar que as oportunidades muitas vezes se apresentam disfarçadas de trabalho árduo! O que tem tudo a ver com esporte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E deixo registrado aqui meu ditado preferido:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A vida não é simplesmente ter uma boa mão.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A vida é jogar bem uma mão ruim &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[ ditado dinamarquês ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-4868472426888043215?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/4868472426888043215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/06/fanaticos-por-futebol.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/4868472426888043215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/4868472426888043215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/06/fanaticos-por-futebol.html' title='Fanáticos por futebol!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TBVvKzo45fI/AAAAAAAAAiA/sJNZdWuczyc/s72-c/fanaticos+por+futebol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-5141503426513849399</id><published>2010-06-06T21:55:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:14:58.515-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TAxB95I9FdI/AAAAAAAAAh4/PBKYL7pHG_o/s1600/bike.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TAxB95I9FdI/AAAAAAAAAh4/PBKYL7pHG_o/s400/bike.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Foto: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kleinertiger/"&gt;kleinertiger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=50df1ee" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A vida anda bem corrida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E falta tempo não só de escrever aqui, mas p/ muitas outras coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Falta-me tempo para pensar com calma a respeito da vida e das minhas decisões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Falta tempo para fazer as unhas, tempo para namorar direito, tempo para os amigos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;tempo para me dedicar melhor à minha mãe e irmãs e eu diria até para trabalhar um pouco melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Disciplina seria a palavrinha mágica?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sou 8 ou 80.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E percebi isso hoje, onde finalmente depois de um bom tempo fui nessa tarde de inverno ensolarada andar com a minha cachorra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu estava analisando, para variar a vida e as pessoas com a sua vida. O cotidiano.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A vida como ela é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E também o contraste daquilo que eu vejo com as coisas que acho ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; O tempo passa para mim e para essas pessoas no parque também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O pai carrega sua filha no colo, o casal passeia com o cachorro, a criança anda na bicicleta de rodinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um dia esse pai vai morrer, o casal separa, o menino vende o carro para financiar um apê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O tempo, o fluxo, a dinâmica das coisas. Nascer, crescer, envelhecer e morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas voltando ao 8 ou 80, o fato é que ou eu sou muito organizada, com um quê de transtorno obssessivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Ou sou totalmente desorganizada, caótica e inconformada com toda essa desorganização confusa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O que me deixa ainda mais confusa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Isso também serve para outras situações. Ou algo é muito certo para mim ou algo é muito errado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O horizonte a linha do meio não existe. O meio termo não existe e isso é ruim! Porque as coisas precisam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;ter uma linha do meio, um equilibrio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Então eu me choco inevitavelmente com muitas coisas que penso, que vejo, que vivi. E que tive de aprender na marra... Me choco com as coisas que acreditava e hoje sou 80.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas onde entra o assunto que eu comecei? O tempo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O tempo é o melhor divisor de águas, o tempo torna um vinho melhor, o tempo é o melhor remédio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; O tempo é o equilibrio. O tempo não é nem 8 nem 80. Nem lá atrás e nem lá na frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; O tempo é agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas na atual vida moderna que vivemos, o tempo tem muitas facetas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Em alguns momentos ele voa e a gente deseja incansavelmente que o dia tenha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;mais de 24 horas e em certos momentos vivemos de um modo como se um mês fosse equivalente a 3 meses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um ano dependendo do seu momento de vida é eterno!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Acho que nunca citei aqui neste blog que eu era casada e me separei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Faz um ano e 5 meses que me separei, mas para mim parece que fazem uns 3 anos. Daí fiz as contas e vi que era a metade disso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Uma observação incrível a contar que estávamos juntos há 10 anos e meio e não parecia, p/ mim parecia muito menos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nessas horas não entendo o tempo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu ainda não fiz as minhas pazes com o tempo, pois hora desejo que ele não passe, desejo que o dia tenha mais de 24 horas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E hora penso comigo, não vejo a hora de isso ou aquilo passar logo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje vou vivendo minha vida assim. Tentando achar a linha do meio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-5141503426513849399?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/5141503426513849399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/5141503426513849399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/5141503426513849399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-tempo.html' title='O Tempo...'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/TAxB95I9FdI/AAAAAAAAAh4/PBKYL7pHG_o/s72-c/bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-7273791364779367724</id><published>2010-05-16T14:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:58:46.147-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E se antes, um pedaço de maçã, hoje quero a fruta inteira</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NeTPfHaXylg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NeTPfHaXylg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-7273791364779367724?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/7273791364779367724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-se-antes-um-pedaco-de-maca-hoje-quero.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/7273791364779367724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/7273791364779367724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-se-antes-um-pedaco-de-maca-hoje-quero.html' title='E se antes, um pedaço de maçã, hoje quero a fruta inteira'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-7766626613640091635</id><published>2010-05-02T21:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:41:07.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Todas as músicas ao mesmo tempo agora!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5pidokakU4I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5pidokakU4I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;By kibeloco.com.br &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os 40 hits&lt;/strong&gt; dos últimos &lt;strong&gt;40 anos&lt;/strong&gt; utilizaram &lt;strong&gt;a mesma sequência de quatro acordes&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-7766626613640091635?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/7766626613640091635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/05/todas-as-musicas-ao-mesmo-tempo-agora.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/7766626613640091635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/7766626613640091635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/05/todas-as-musicas-ao-mesmo-tempo-agora.html' title='Todas as músicas ao mesmo tempo agora!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-6085952743102795271</id><published>2010-05-02T21:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:42:55.563-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem é o autor do texto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A vida tá corrida e muita coisa está acontecendo ao mesmo tempo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a pegada do tudoaomesmotempoagora! rs...Só p/ não esquecer das campanhas que tenho que criar! rs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Só hoje consegui acessar o meu blog e houve um questionamento de que o texto abaixo não é da Martha Medeiros. E não é mesmo e isso ela mesmo afirmou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E fica a pergunta então de quem é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não encontrei o autor, quem souber, por favor me diga p/ que eu possa dar os créditos de autoria da forma correta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;bjs&amp;nbsp; a todos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-6085952743102795271?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/6085952743102795271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/05/quem-e-o-autor-do-texto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6085952743102795271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6085952743102795271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/05/quem-e-o-autor-do-texto.html' title='Quem é o autor do texto?'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-2505870744031743275</id><published>2010-04-21T21:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T00:35:07.725-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PUDIM Por Martha Medeiros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S8-Xl0GCSbI/AAAAAAAAAhw/VV1YoGY4Y3s/s1600/dulce-de-leche-flan1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S8-Xl0GCSbI/AAAAAAAAAhw/VV1YoGY4Y3s/s320/dulce-de-leche-flan1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Foto: &lt;a href="http://thecookieshop.wordpress.com/"&gt;the cookie shop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Não há nada que me deixe mais frustrada do que pedir pudim de sobremesa, contar os minutos até ele chegar e aí ver o garçom colocar na minha frente um pedacinho minúsculo do meu pudim preferido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais sofisticado o restaurante, menor a porção da sobremesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí a vontade que dá é de passar numa loja de conveniência, comprar um pudim bem cremoso e saborear em casa com direito a repetir quantas vezes a gente quiser, sem pensar em calorias, boas maneiras ou moderação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O PUDIM é só um exemplo do que tem sido nosso cotidiano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida anda cheia de meias porções, de prazeres meia-boca, de aventuras pela metade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente sai pra jantar, mas come pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai à festa de casamento, mas resiste aos bombons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conquista a chamada liberdade sexual, mas tem que fingir que é difícil (a imensa maioria das mulheres continua com pavor de ser rotulada de 'fácil').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adora tomar um banho demorado, mas se contém pra não desperdiçar os recursos do planeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer beijar aquele cara 20 anos mais novo, mas tem medo de fazer papel ridículo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem vontade de ficar em casa vendo um DVD, esparramada no sofá, mas se obriga a ir malhar. E por aí vai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantos deveres, tanta preocupação em 'acertar', tanto empenho em&lt;br /&gt;passar na vida sem pegar recuperação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí a vida vai ficando sem tempero, politicamente correta e existencialmente sem-graça, enquanto a gente vai ficando melancolicamente sem tesão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes dá vontade de fazer tudo 'errado'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixar de lado a régua, o compasso, a bússola, a balança e os 10 mandamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser ridícula, inadequada, incoerente e não estar nem aí pro que dizem e o que pensam a nosso respeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recusar prazeres incompletos e meias porções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até Santo Agostinho, que foi santo, uma vez se rebelou e disse uma frase mais ou menos assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Deus, dai-me continência e castidade, mas não agora'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós, que não aspiramos à santidade e estamos aqui de passagem, podemos (devemos?) desejar vários pedaços de pudim, bombons de muitos sabores, vários beijos bem dados, a água batendo sem pressa no corpo, o coração saciado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia a gente cria juízo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem que ser agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, garçom, por favor, me traga:&amp;nbsp; um pudim inteiro,um sofá pra eu ver 10 episódios do 'Law and Order', uma caixa de trufas bem macias e o Richard Gere, nu,&amp;nbsp; embrulhado pra presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não necessariamente nessa ordem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Depois a gente vê como é que faz pra consertar o estrago .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;--------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agora vou mudar de acordo com as minhas preferências:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Garçom, por favor, me traga:&amp;nbsp; um pudim INTEIRO , um sofá pra eu ver todos os episódios de Friends, uma caixa daquelas garrafinhas de licor da kopenhagen e o &lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;Clive Owen, nu,&amp;nbsp; dentro de uma caixa do &lt;i&gt;Macintosh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Ok ?&amp;nbsp; Não necessariamente nessa ordem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E para contribuir com a gula, aqui vai um link de uma receita ma-ra-vi-lho-sa de &lt;a href="http://thecookieshop.wordpress.com/2009/09/25/em-busca-da-sobremesa-perfeita-pudim-de-doce-de-leite/"&gt;PUDIM! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-2505870744031743275?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/2505870744031743275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/04/pudim-por-martha-medeiros.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/2505870744031743275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/2505870744031743275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/04/pudim-por-martha-medeiros.html' title='PUDIM Por Martha Medeiros'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S8-Xl0GCSbI/AAAAAAAAAhw/VV1YoGY4Y3s/s72-c/dulce-de-leche-flan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-6830577434554234350</id><published>2010-04-18T13:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T13:45:34.617-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por Carlos Drummond de Andrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S8s2TecOdUI/AAAAAAAAAho/sgPHCspT2Ag/s1600/Picture+3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S8s2TecOdUI/AAAAAAAAAho/sgPHCspT2Ag/s320/Picture+3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Foto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/joel_r/"&gt;Boy_Wonder's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Não importa onde você parou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Em que momento da vida você cansou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O que importa é que sempre é possível e necessário "Recomeçar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Recomeçar é dar uma nova chance a si mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;É renovar as esperanças na vida e o mais importante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Acreditar em você de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sofreu muito nesse período?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Foi aprendizado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Chorou muito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Foi limpeza da alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ficou com raiva das pessoas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Foi para perdoá-las um dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sentiu-se só por diversas vezes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;É por que fechou a porta até para os anjos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Acreditou que tudo estava perdido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Era o início da sua melhora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Pois é... Agora é hora de reiniciar... De pensar na luz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;De encontrar prazer nas coisas simples de novo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Porque sou do tamanho daquilo que vejo, e não do tamanho da minha altura .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Recebi da minha irmã esta semana! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-6830577434554234350?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/6830577434554234350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/04/por-carlos-drummond-de-andrade.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6830577434554234350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6830577434554234350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/04/por-carlos-drummond-de-andrade.html' title='Por Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S8s2TecOdUI/AAAAAAAAAho/sgPHCspT2Ag/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-4504104668114079930</id><published>2010-04-14T00:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:08:37.844-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday and kisses, kisses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8MDPeL8lpzo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8MDPeL8lpzo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje dia 13 dia do beijo, faz um ano que inaugurei este blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E em homenagem ao dia do beijo, posto aqui uma cena que me tira o fôlego de beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E Happy Birthday, for in other words!&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-4504104668114079930?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/4504104668114079930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-and-kisses-kisses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/4504104668114079930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/4504104668114079930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-and-kisses-kisses.html' title='Happy Birthday and kisses, kisses!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-2821400755754586569</id><published>2010-04-11T18:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:38:34.599-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Divórcio diferente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Já faz um tempo eu postei aqui um &lt;a href="http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-meu-casamento.html"&gt;casamento diferente&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O tempo passou, o casamento não deu certo e ouve o "separados pelo casamento"! Taí o resultado!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Na riqueza e na pobreza, na alegria e na tristeza, até que as divirgências os separem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PqM0XXRwoHM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PqM0XXRwoHM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-2821400755754586569?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/2821400755754586569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/04/divorcio-diferente.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/2821400755754586569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/2821400755754586569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/04/divorcio-diferente.html' title='Divórcio diferente...'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-2674454286856715683</id><published>2010-03-31T23:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:15:52.889-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje estou me sentindo assim!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GasM0rVF-Dk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GasM0rVF-Dk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;DE TODAS AS COISAS QUE USO, MINHA EXPRESSÃO É A MAIS IMPORTANTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-2674454286856715683?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/2674454286856715683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/03/hoje-estou-me-sentindo-assim.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/2674454286856715683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/2674454286856715683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/03/hoje-estou-me-sentindo-assim.html' title='Hoje estou me sentindo assim!!!!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-2734540573921185788</id><published>2010-03-22T16:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:33:08.621-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem mais palavras!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MeiJsrHvcZg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MeiJsrHvcZg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-2734540573921185788?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/2734540573921185788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/03/sem-mais-palavras.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/2734540573921185788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/2734540573921185788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/03/sem-mais-palavras.html' title='Sem mais palavras!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-6594701754992856213</id><published>2010-03-18T02:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T02:01:40.955-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Realidade" e "Expectativa"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Assisti ontem o filme &lt;a href="http://www.500diascomela.com.br/"&gt;500 dias com ela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E o que eu posso dizer? Qualquer semelhança com pessoas vivas ou mortas é mera coincidência? Nada é por acaso? Nada é para sempre? Tudo sempre acaba? Ele não é o único ser humano na face da terra? Relax, você vai se apaixonar de novo? Enfim... O filme é uma maneira divertida e trágica de expor a realidade e a expectativa dos relacionamentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;De trabalhar o que é real num relacionamento e o que não é! O que é expectativa, fantasia, ilusão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Grande característica de quem está apaixonado. Mas estar apaixonado, é demais! É lindo como diria Caetano! rs... Por isso vou postar minha cena favorita do filme.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2seAJsrtIbQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2seAJsrtIbQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-6594701754992856213?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/6594701754992856213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/03/realidade-e-expectativa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6594701754992856213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6594701754992856213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/03/realidade-e-expectativa.html' title='&quot;Realidade&quot; e &quot;Expectativa&quot;'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-4657251686246763853</id><published>2010-03-12T18:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:57:20.480-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Da série coisas que eu gostaria de fazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Hey! How you doin' ?&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Adoraria tentar, será que funciona? rs... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/afzH-38sJ1A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/afzH-38sJ1A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-4657251686246763853?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/4657251686246763853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/03/da-serie-coisas-que-eu-gostaria-de.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/4657251686246763853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/4657251686246763853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/03/da-serie-coisas-que-eu-gostaria-de.html' title='Da série coisas que eu gostaria de fazer'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-4437807365592106860</id><published>2010-03-09T03:45:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T03:59:08.588-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Who`s that girl?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S5XfN8d4FqI/AAAAAAAAAek/QAp3wXLmVqI/s1600-h/Picture+6.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S5XfN8d4FqI/AAAAAAAAAek/QAp3wXLmVqI/s320/Picture+6.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a data-ywa-name="Account name" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ciel-ouvert/" title="Link to À Ciel Ouvert's photostream"&gt;&lt;b property="foaf:name"&gt;À Ciel Ouvert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não poderia deixar de falar um pouco sobre esse dia internacional da mulher. Gente como é difícil ser mulher, só quem é mulher entende. Os homens não fazem a menor idéia do trabalho que dá!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ter controle sem perder o controle. Ser forte mesmo sendo tão frágil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Gerar pessoas e educar, com conceitos morais, éticos, sociais... Travar uma guerra e ainda sonhar com a paz mundial!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S5XfpBVxvII/AAAAAAAAAes/-ELiCCpdVwI/s1600-h/fotohistorica2zp1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S5XfpBVxvII/AAAAAAAAAes/-ELiCCpdVwI/s320/fotohistorica2zp1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foto internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Não é fácil ser fera, mulher, mãe, filha, irmã, menina, cozinheira, dona de casa, amiga, profissional, bem sucedida e bonita. Não é fácil ser super! E claro que é o que sempre queremos ser:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perfeitas em tudo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S5XggBqt4-I/AAAAAAAAAe8/1l2nX8hWjjs/s1600-h/2179930812_e09c5298da_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S5XggBqt4-I/AAAAAAAAAe8/1l2nX8hWjjs/s320/2179930812_e09c5298da_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foto: &lt;a data-ywa-name="Account name" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/library_of_congress/" rel="dc:creator cc:attributionURL" title="Link to The Library of Congress' photostream"&gt;&lt;b property="foaf:name"&gt;The Library of Congress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Somos o ápice da exigência! Somos a engenharia perfeita e complexa que ninguém ainda desvendou. Seres multifacetados. Que pensam demais, falam demais, sonham demais e querem demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S5XgNZNiw_I/AAAAAAAAAe0/QPHx-5nVN-w/s1600-h/Piczture+13.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S5XgNZNiw_I/AAAAAAAAAe0/QPHx-5nVN-w/s320/Piczture+13.png" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foto:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a data-ywa-name="Account name" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rosie_hardy/" title="Link to rosiehardy's photostream"&gt;&lt;b property="foaf:name"&gt;rosiehardy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;E pudera, com tudo que a sociedade exige de nós. Sociedade que nós mulheres educamos. É preciso força para buscar o conhecimento, mas tb é preciso coragem para reconhecer a nossa própria ignorância os nossos erros e que coragem moral é essa que nós mulheres temos? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S5XhN9-higI/AAAAAAAAAfE/VBpWDdp52RI/s1600-h/foto14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S5XhN9-higI/AAAAAAAAAfE/VBpWDdp52RI/s320/foto14.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Foto da internet: Uma mãe cruza o rio com os filhos durante a guerra do Vietnã em 1965 fugindo da chuva de bombas americanas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;De nos superar, ultrapassar obstáculos e assumir cada vez mais coisas em nossas vidas e também cometer repetidamente o ato de querer assumir a vida dos outros.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Aliás você já bancou a psicóloga hoje? Completou sua cota de ser chamada de ÊH Dona Maria quando aquele filho da mãe te fechou no trânsito? Fez sua oração agradecendo aos seus filhos, namorado, pedido de casamento, dinheiro ou o simples fato de se sentir feliz e na mesma semana estragar tudo se sentindo tão insegura, carente, despreparada e irritantemente sensível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S5Xk7RD-SLI/AAAAAAAAAfM/l4KGzoZeCfg/s1600-h/sPicture+6.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S5Xk7RD-SLI/AAAAAAAAAfM/l4KGzoZeCfg/s320/sPicture+6.png" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Foto: &lt;a data-ywa-name="Account name" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hvnlydlite/" title="Link to Hvnly's photostream"&gt;&lt;b property="foaf:name"&gt;Hvnly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Mulher tem mania de querer ter o controle. Imaginação fértil, inventar histórias mirabolantes e complexas... Tudo com emoção! Consegue ser engraçada, doce e histericamente insuportável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furacão e brisa. E é tudo sempre complexo, porque na grande maioria das vezes a gente quer entender tudo, justificar a vida...desmembrar fatos e sentir profundamente o amor, viver intensamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S5XmGHtVcFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/dzTlfdWDjqc/s1600-h/3557863109_3ca51878f7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S5XmGHtVcFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/dzTlfdWDjqc/s320/3557863109_3ca51878f7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foto: &lt;a data-ywa-name="Account name" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/joshgoleman/" title="Link to joshgoleman's photostream"&gt;&lt;b property="foaf:name"&gt;joshgoleman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;E minha nossa! Who`s that girl? Que faz tudo?&amp;nbsp; Complicada e perfeitinha, como já diz a música? Mulher de fases? Super mulher? Mulher maravilha? Que também erra...Também se atrapalha, também chora e precisa de colo e dengo de vez enquando. Eu sou assim? E quantas mais são!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S5XprIS8cxI/AAAAAAAAAfs/KRNZfp8DNfM/s1600-h/Picture+6.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S5XprIS8cxI/AAAAAAAAAfs/KRNZfp8DNfM/s320/Picture+6.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foto da internet&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Confesso que apesar das complexidades eu gosto de ser mulher! Na semana passada ouvi a frase de uma mulher que me disse, se eu nascesse homem, provavelmente eu seria um traveco, porque eu gosto tanto de ser mulher. E ai pensei no quanto eu também gostava de ser mulher. Lembrei de mim, brincando de boneca, pintando unhas, brincando de casinha e bancando a mãezona. Achando que posso mudar o mundo e tantas outras manias de mulher... Pensei nos adereços e acessórios maravilhosos, que fazem de nós ainda mais maravilhosas. Lembrei das minhas polainas, minhas chiquinhas, o sonho de erdar os sapatos de salto de minha mãe como a primogenita, escolher o primeiro soutien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S5XqJWP8pbI/AAAAAAAAAf0/6Be0S4cOnw4/s1600-h/Pixcture+12.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S5XqJWP8pbI/AAAAAAAAAf0/6Be0S4cOnw4/s320/Pixcture+12.png" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Foto: &lt;a data-ywa-name="Account name" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71157812@N00/" title="Link to Encantada's photostream"&gt;&lt;b property="foaf:name"&gt;Encantada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Somos mil e uma versões de muita essência ao mesmo tempo.&amp;nbsp; E afirmo, que é simplesmente impossível superar isso. Nem a ciência explica a nossa tecnologia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S5XrSY_BcyI/AAAAAAAAAf8/iGYdliYcu8Q/s1600-h/Picture+12.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S5XrSY_BcyI/AAAAAAAAAf8/iGYdliYcu8Q/s320/Picture+12.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foto: &lt;a data-ywa-name="Account name" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pinkbeltrage/" title="Link to pinkbelt's photostream"&gt;&lt;b property="foaf:name"&gt;pinkbelt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=2c7e1ae" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-4437807365592106860?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/4437807365592106860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/03/whos-that-girl.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/4437807365592106860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/4437807365592106860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/03/whos-that-girl.html' title='Who`s that girl?'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S5XfN8d4FqI/AAAAAAAAAek/QAp3wXLmVqI/s72-c/Picture+6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-6561662520038430678</id><published>2010-03-02T20:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:42:53.442-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldplay - Yellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYuyar-rrNY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYuyar-rrNY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;Amarela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;Olhe pras estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;Olhe como elas brilham por você,&lt;br /&gt;E por tudo o que você faz,&lt;br /&gt;Sim, elas eram todas amarelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu progredi,&lt;br /&gt;Eu escrevi uma canção para você,&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que você faz,&lt;br /&gt;E ela chamei de "amarela".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então eu esperei minha vez,&lt;br /&gt;Oh que coisa para se fazer,&lt;br /&gt;E era tudo amarelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua pele,&lt;br /&gt;Oh sim, sua pele e ossos,&lt;br /&gt;Transformaram-se em algo bonito,&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe?&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que eu te amo tanto,&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que eu te amo tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu atravessei o oceano,&lt;br /&gt;Eu superei barreiras por você,&lt;br /&gt;Oh que coisa a se fazer,&lt;br /&gt;Pois você estava toda amarela. (sem coragem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tracei uma linha, (estabeleci um limite)&lt;br /&gt;Eu tracei a linha por você,&lt;br /&gt;Oh que coisa a se fazer,&lt;br /&gt;E ela era toda amarela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua pele,&lt;br /&gt;Oh sim, sua pele e ossos,&lt;br /&gt;Transformaram-se em algo bonito,&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe?&lt;br /&gt;Por você eu daria todo o meu sangue,&lt;br /&gt;Por você eu daria todo o meu sangue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É verdade, olhe como elas brilham por você,&lt;br /&gt;Olhe como elas brilham por você,&lt;br /&gt;Olhe como elas brilham por...&lt;br /&gt;Olhe como elas brilham por você,&lt;br /&gt;Olhe como elas brilham por você,&lt;br /&gt;Olhe como elas brilham...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhe pras estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;Olhe como elas brilham por você,&lt;br /&gt;E todas as coisas que você faz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-6561662520038430678?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/6561662520038430678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/03/coldplay-yellow.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6561662520038430678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6561662520038430678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/03/coldplay-yellow.html' title='Coldplay - Yellow'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-138988053857778577</id><published>2010-02-25T23:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:53:56.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Algumas verdades por Clarice Lispector</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S4c0WKRhcQI/AAAAAAAAAeE/kIuHnGuIxTU/s1600-h/Picture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S4c0WKRhcQI/AAAAAAAAAeE/kIuHnGuIxTU/s400/Picture+1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Imagem: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/angelav/"&gt;- Angela's Photostream&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=c184bc3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Há Momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Há momentos na vida em que sentimos tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;a falta de alguém que o que mais queremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;é tirar esta pessoa de nossos sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; e abraçá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sonhe com aquilo que você quiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Seja o que você quer ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;porque você possui apenas uma vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;e nela só se tem uma chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;de fazer aquilo que se quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Tenha felicidade bastante para fazê-la doce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Dificuldades para fazê-la forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Tristeza para fazê-la humana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E esperança suficiente para fazê-la feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;As pessoas mais felizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;não têm as melhores coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Elas sabem fazer o melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;das oportunidades que aparecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;em seus caminhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A felicidade aparece para aqueles que choram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Para aqueles que se machucam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Para aqueles que buscam e tentam sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E para aqueles que reconhecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;a importância das pessoas que passam por suas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O futuro mais brilhante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;é baseado num passado intensamente vivido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Você só terá sucesso na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;quando perdoar os erros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;e as decepções do passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A vida é curta, mas as emoções que podemos deixar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;duram uma eternidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A vida não é de se brincar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;porque um belo dia se morre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-138988053857778577?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/138988053857778577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/02/algumas-verdades-por-clarice-lispector.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/138988053857778577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/138988053857778577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/02/algumas-verdades-por-clarice-lispector.html' title='Algumas verdades por Clarice Lispector'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S4c0WKRhcQI/AAAAAAAAAeE/kIuHnGuIxTU/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-1608903099803425659</id><published>2010-02-19T13:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T13:48:53.749-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Em homenagem ao Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t_xqI8NSlkA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t_xqI8NSlkA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Direto do tunel do tempo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, i believe in love, but, what else can i do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table class="cor_2" id="tbl_traducoes"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-1608903099803425659?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/1608903099803425659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/02/em-homenagem-ao-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/1608903099803425659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/1608903099803425659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/02/em-homenagem-ao-valentines-day.html' title='Em homenagem ao Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-167565520531826713</id><published>2010-02-12T17:45:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T19:09:42.382-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tamborim avisou, cuidado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alegria é um bloco de Carnaval que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;não liga se não é Fevereiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;Adriana Falcão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;♪♫'&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Ao som de &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/%7Ekul1p" style="color: purple;"&gt;Roberta Sá - Alô Fevereiro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S3WwCcsiXPI/AAAAAAAAAcU/22iv3yCZcQk/s1600-h/2240673744_4dcb0cc77f_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S3WwCcsiXPI/AAAAAAAAAcU/22iv3yCZcQk/s400/2240673744_4dcb0cc77f_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Imagem: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lofi"&gt;databhi ♪♫  / Giuseppe Zizza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S3DFfawqbiI/AAAAAAAAAcM/jtHyr1K9FYo/s1600-h/avatar_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S3DFfawqbiI/AAAAAAAAAcM/jtHyr1K9FYo/s400/avatar_02.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I see you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu vejo você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu vejo dentro de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu vejo através de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Com certeza esta frase para mim atualmente tem muito significado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O fato importantíssimo de olhar com os olhos e ver com o coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Enxergar de verdade! Enxergar a SUA VERDADE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E minha grande pergunta é: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Como olhar e ver algo ou alguém, se você não aprendeu a olhar para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; e se enxergar de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Quem é você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Como é você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O que é você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Como ver o outro, as pessoas que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; ama, se não consegue ver a si mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Saber em que ponto da sua vida exatamente você está e se está onde gostaria de estar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Fazendo o que gostaria de fazer? E como gostaria de fazer? Saber quem é você sem amigos, pais, irmãos, namorado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O mundo dorme e acorda todos os dias, a vida acontece, o passado foi e neste exato presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; escrevo este texto, o futuro está por vir e eu não sei se estas palavras mudarão de idéia lá na frente ou só reforçarão o que eu penso hoje me trazendo respostas que são minhas e de mais ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O mundo é um conjunto de situações incontroláveis, as coisas acontecem para todas as pessoas. Pessoas boas e ruins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; A mãe natureza vive e reage à energia do mundo, das pessoas e assim tudo está em movimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Inclusive eu, no meio disso tudo, do universo, das coisas, do tempo, das outras pessoas, ainda existe um você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Estranho impar, indivíduo único... Com suas vontades, desejos, valores e aspirações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;. A grande questão é:&amp;nbsp; você hoje consegue olhar no espelho e dizer eu vejo você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu consigo sentir a mim mesmo? Ver dentro de mim? Através de mim? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E se eu conseguir? Como verei os outros e as outras coisas? Qual será meu ponto de vista? Meus sentimentos? Minha REAL VERDADE, através de meus próprios olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje EU posso dizer: &lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394;"&gt;I see you...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E percebi, como é diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Enxergo meu universo, minha natureza, o que eu sou, defendo e acredito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E agora aprendendo a me ver, percebo, como vejo tudo diferente também. E me espanto, me surpreendo e me pergunto como não vi, não entend e não percebi tudo antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Só que hoje o que quero é lançar aqui a grande pergunta: &lt;b&gt;Já se olhou no espelho hoje e disse a você mesmo Eu vejo você?&lt;/b&gt; Eu vejo através de você&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E fica a contra indicação: Quando isso acontecer, infelizmente&amp;nbsp; e felizmente vai ver a verdade e vai ficar surpreso assim como eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-6242843182497142366?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/6242843182497142366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-see-you-eu-vejo-voce-eu-vejo-dentro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6242843182497142366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6242843182497142366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-see-you-eu-vejo-voce-eu-vejo-dentro.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S3DFfawqbiI/AAAAAAAAAcM/jtHyr1K9FYo/s72-c/avatar_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-5612701904430158771</id><published>2010-01-20T01:13:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T01:31:33.211-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1Zn6yGDYoI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Bcq42QCm65E/s1600-h/DSC07481.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1Zn6yGDYoI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Bcq42QCm65E/s320/DSC07481.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #666666;"&gt;Saudade é quando o momento tenta fugir da lembrança para acontecer de novo e não consegue.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adriana_Falc%C3%A3o"&gt;Adriana Falcão&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nos últimos dias tenho sentido saudades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho feito muitas coisas que me relembram outras que fiz no passado, como meu primeiro estágio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;de trabalho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;decente. O primeiro lugar que eu dirigi meu carro. Uma antiga cidade que morei há muitos anos atrás. Artistas que eu gostava, músicas que eu ouvia... É tudo meio nostálgico e gostoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1ZvNAEY0yI/AAAAAAAAAaE/luB63mH4ds8/s1600-h/DSC07903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1ZvNAEY0yI/AAAAAAAAAaE/luB63mH4ds8/s320/DSC07903.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas tem uma coisa que estou sentindo saudades demais! Semana passada acordei de manhã cedinho e na minha cozinha sentindo aquela brisinha fria da manhã daqui de São Caetano do Sul com um belo sol agraciando o dia...foi inevitável não lembrar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como diria Vinicius de Moraes de repente não mais que de repente a lembrança me assaltou deliciosamente! E me assaltou de novo em algumas tardes do meu cooper diário, onde senti aquele cheirinho de verde típico e de flores. Não fosse pelo calor seria mais perfeito ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E neste domingo fazendo compras numa mercearia, vi...divinos croissant que tive de comprar! Vi aquela linda massa folhada em formato de meia-lua, feita de farinha, açúcar, sal, leite, fermento e manteiga. E morri de saudades da media luna nos cafés da manhã de Palermo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1ZvljoOrAI/AAAAAAAAAaM/7i9wzIT69xs/s1600-h/DSC08046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1ZvljoOrAI/AAAAAAAAAaM/7i9wzIT69xs/s320/DSC08046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Há que saudades de &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amanditaamorim/sets/72157622326478066/"&gt;Buenos Aires&lt;/a&gt;! Saudades dos bares, restaurantes e de toda a sua arquitetura art nouveau.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1ZxPZSfVdI/AAAAAAAAAa8/JBl-Cxs89Ww/s1600-h/DSC08122.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1ZxPZSfVdI/AAAAAAAAAa8/JBl-Cxs89Ww/s320/DSC08122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1ZycClsp8I/AAAAAAAAAbc/ut33OikJerQ/s1600-h/DSC07907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1ZycClsp8I/AAAAAAAAAbc/ut33OikJerQ/s320/DSC07907.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Saudades &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;das confeitarias, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;dos sorvetes artesanais ou como se diz&amp;nbsp; das helaterias e do helado com el sabor de dulce de leche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1Zv2bTIutI/AAAAAAAAAaU/xqyGLXBAgfc/s1600-h/DSC08150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1Zv2bTIutI/AAAAAAAAAaU/xqyGLXBAgfc/s320/DSC08150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saudades de ver mulheres lindas com elegância européia, homens charmosos com aqueles cabelos bem típicos da balada do pistoleiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades do cafesinho no ponto, Sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1ZwBmQXS6I/AAAAAAAAAac/ZH-udiddtls/s1600-h/cafesito+manha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1ZwBmQXS6I/AAAAAAAAAac/ZH-udiddtls/s400/cafesito+manha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do cheiro das flores e insenso da avenida Santa fé e de ver os músicos de rua tocando o típico tango eletrônico muito famoso por lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1Zynvsj6jI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ieualwg4Juw/s1600-h/DSC08149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1Zynvsj6jI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ieualwg4Juw/s320/DSC08149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Meu coração de verdade ficou encantado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Foi minha primeira aventura rebelde sozinha, meu grito de independência, minha decisão individual e inconsultável! A total liberdade. Minha primeira decisão por impulso...E com toda certeza foi a melhor coisa que já fiz. Lá estava eu, sozinha, brasileira, com um guia na mão, arranhando um espanhol horroroso que vim ensaindo no avião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E ao contrário do que muitos me falaram não tive problemas, em todo lugar que eu entrava era bem recebida, as pessoas me ajudavam e arranhavam uma conversa abrasileirada comigo. Perguntando de onde eu era e contando suas histórias da qual eu só entendia 30% porque eles falam muito rápido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso também sem contar a saudade do digno outono, pela primeira vez em minha vida, presenciei o outono dos filmes, com frio e FOLHAS DE OUTONO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1Zw4IlZijI/AAAAAAAAAas/pNL_flPBtKo/s1600-h/DSC08005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1Zw4IlZijI/AAAAAAAAAas/pNL_flPBtKo/s320/DSC08005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O que eu recomendo p/ quem vai a Buenos Aires, é conhecer os bairros a pé p/ aproveitar cada pedacinho e presenciar cada capricho. E como qualquer mochileiro levar consigo o mapa da cidade!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1ZwWwY_PTI/AAAAAAAAAak/knJ1pMrgpkE/s1600-h/DSC08301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1ZwWwY_PTI/AAAAAAAAAak/knJ1pMrgpkE/s400/DSC08301.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os bairros de&amp;nbsp; San Telmo, a PLAZA DE MAYO, a Recoleta e Palermo são muito próximos e depois nas principais avenidas tem os museus, as lindas igrejas, as livrarias, os parques, os teatros, as lojas de tear e claro as casas de tango.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1Z0ZYDvq6I/AAAAAAAAAb8/-le6Y1V5mDs/s1600-h/DSC08061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1Z0ZYDvq6I/AAAAAAAAAb8/-le6Y1V5mDs/s400/DSC08061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Temos também um pouco de arte urbana e na rua onde fiquei hospedada, quase em frente ao prédio tinha um comércio de artes gráficas com a seguinte palavra na porta &lt;b&gt;Alternativa&lt;/b&gt;. O que me fazia pensar todos os dias que sempre há uma saída, que tudo tem solução! Para tudo existe uma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1ZzjWniEeI/AAAAAAAAAbs/laF_YaFTF4E/s1600-h/DSC08036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1ZzjWniEeI/AAAAAAAAAbs/laF_YaFTF4E/s400/DSC08036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1ZzpUk902I/AAAAAAAAAb0/b4wbzeSOg6k/s1600-h/DSC07957.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1ZzpUk902I/AAAAAAAAAb0/b4wbzeSOg6k/s400/DSC07957.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1ZxCaWibiI/AAAAAAAAAa0/nN7nSnUkuZM/s1600-h/DSC07891.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1ZxCaWibiI/AAAAAAAAAa0/nN7nSnUkuZM/s400/DSC07891.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falando de compras! Infelizmente não fui preparada não pude aproveitar tão bem, mas comprei luvas típicas de Charlotte Gray, digna de europa! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tudo é de excelente qualidade e muito barato devido ao valor da moeda, o peso. A cidade dispõe de lojas de marcas conceituadas em qualquer área do comércio, desde maquiagens, perfumes, roupas, calçados etc... Os shoppings são fascinantes como a "Galeria Pacífico", totalmente artística.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1Zx40CNLSI/AAAAAAAAAbE/zRcbP74Fnjg/s1600-h/DSC08157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1Zx40CNLSI/AAAAAAAAAbE/zRcbP74Fnjg/s400/DSC08157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E suas feirinhas de artesanato um charme, onde o destaque é com certeza o couro mas não nego, adoro souvenirs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os portenhos jantam tarde. E como a noite é fria, as pessoas sempre saem bem vestidas e quase sempre bebem vinhos acompanhado de uma boa carne, ou massa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1ZyBxTFP5I/AAAAAAAAAbM/VBdQYRLxb7s/s1600-h/100_0645.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1ZyBxTFP5I/AAAAAAAAAbM/VBdQYRLxb7s/s320/100_0645.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1ZyGy-GaLI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Zp9x-OA3mKk/s1600-h/DSC08199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1ZyGy-GaLI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Zp9x-OA3mKk/s320/DSC08199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saudades das mesas com guarda-sóis na calçada, das revistarias e de ver as pessoas sentadas na grama dos parques em pleno horário de almoço tomando aquela coquinha de garrafa como nos comerciais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E confesso, também me bateu a saudade das maravilhosas empanadas que meu amigo &lt;a href="http://www.maurocor.com/"&gt;Mauro&lt;/a&gt; fez no jantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Descobri que em Embu das Artes tem um restaurante argentino chamado &lt;a href="http://www.restaurantebarbuenosaires.com.br/index.htm"&gt;Restaurante Bar Buenos Aires&lt;/a&gt;, lá tem empanadas, mas não tem a deliciosa media luna da qual falei aqui. No entanto vale conferir a gastronomia dos hermanos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deixo a minha lista de Cds de electrocutango:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidsharedmusic.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-tango-in-athens-compact-disc-club.html"&gt;Last Tango In Athens -ASATAN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotanproject.com/"&gt;GOTAN PROJECT &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bajofondo.net/"&gt;Bajofondo Tango Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E para finalizar meu Clipe favorito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1263953809385"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wZk-LJ_KCMg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wZk-LJ_KCMg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1263953809386"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-5612701904430158771?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/5612701904430158771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/01/saudades.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/5612701904430158771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/5612701904430158771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/01/saudades.html' title='Saudades!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/S1Zn6yGDYoI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Bcq42QCm65E/s72-c/DSC07481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-789923161400692163</id><published>2010-01-08T15:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:29:38.308-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Da série coisas q eu gostaria de fazer - Feitiço do tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KRqe8ZenwmI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KRqe8ZenwmI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O feitiço do tempo é um dos meus filmes favoritos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E nele se encaixa a série que sempre descrevo aqui de coisas que eu gostaria de fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Desde as mais simples como roubar o beijo de alguém ou quebrar o despertador, até as mais complexas, do tipo fazer uma loucura qualquer porque amanhã será o mesmo dia, então sei que não vou morrer e ninguém vai se lembrar das atitudes inconsequêntes que eu tomei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Um&amp;nbsp; ponto de vista interessante desse filme do qual eu nunca havia pensado é o fato de você viver, como se não houvesse amanhã, sem precisar arcar com as consequências do dia anterior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Digamos... se ausentar da responsabilidade dos seus atos. Algo impossível! Porque nada nem ninguém está livre da "terceira lei de Newton", ou seja, a lei da ação e reação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O que eu percebi é que podemos sim, viver como se não houvesse amanhã, mas precisamos ter responsabilidade pelos nossos atos. Assumi-los sendo bom e também sendo ruim. E arcar com a consequência do que virá depois. Afinal, mais feio do que roubar, é roubar e não poder carregar. Rs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Essa é a parte chata do viver como se não houvesse amanhã. Por isso para os ingênuos como eu é sempre bom, não levar tudo ao pé da letra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas que seria bom, em pelo menos um dia, poder fazer estravagâncias, há...seria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E como diria ANTOINE DE SAINT- EXUPÉRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;" Tu te tornas eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-789923161400692163?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/789923161400692163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/01/da-serie-coisas-q-eu-gostaria-de-fazer.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/789923161400692163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/789923161400692163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/01/da-serie-coisas-q-eu-gostaria-de-fazer.html' title='Da série coisas q eu gostaria de fazer - Feitiço do tempo'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-968767852576819350</id><published>2010-01-06T20:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:46:36.253-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sendo assim, so just leave me alone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H6sjs-oZnGI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H6sjs-oZnGI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/joss-stone/99966/traducao.html"&gt;Right to be wrong&lt;/a&gt;, precisa dizer mais?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-968767852576819350?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/968767852576819350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/01/sendo-assim-so-just-leave-me-alone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/968767852576819350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/968767852576819350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2010/01/sendo-assim-so-just-leave-me-alone.html' title='Sendo assim, so just leave me alone!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-4210615149443907274</id><published>2009-12-31T00:13:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:17:21.494-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Até 2010 - Don't stop believing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SzwFhOLmT6I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iVp0p8l576A/s1600-h/Picture+5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SzwFhOLmT6I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iVp0p8l576A/s320/Picture+5.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="corpo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foto: &lt;a href="http://www.rosinasphoto.com/"&gt;Rosina W&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="corpo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A idéia da frase peguei do &lt;a href="http://sentimentosqueviramletras.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sentimento em letras&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="corpo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="corpo" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;"Quem teve a idéia de cortar o tempo em fatias, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;a que se deu o nome de ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, foi um indivíduo genial. Industrializou a esperança, fazendo-a funcionar no limite da exaustão. Doze meses dão para qualquer ser humano se cansar e entregar os pontos. Aí entra o milagre da renovação e tudo começa outra vez, com outro número e outra vontade de acreditar que daqui pra diante vai ser diferente"&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Por nosso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="corpo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=99abe2c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="corpo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-4210615149443907274?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/4210615149443907274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2009/12/ate-2010-dont-stop-believing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/4210615149443907274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/4210615149443907274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2009/12/ate-2010-dont-stop-believing.html' title='Até 2010 - Don&apos;t stop believing'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SzwFhOLmT6I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iVp0p8l576A/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-2498656441758372912</id><published>2009-12-24T04:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T01:47:25.982-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ NATAL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ioVaUZeikDM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ioVaUZeikDM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ano de 2009, mais um Natal. Talvez o mais estranho de todos que já passei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Resgatando coisas que aprendi, posso escrever as seguintes palavras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;NOVO, PAZ, FELICIDADE, CONSCIÊNCIA, RECOMEÇO, AMADURECIMENTO, DESAPEGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Estranho não significa: ruim... significa fora do comum ou do que se está habituado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Desconhecido, raro, que não é igual ... modificado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- O novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Uma amiga me falou que não gosta muito dessas festas de fim de ano, pq sempre trazem lembranças e reflexão. Um tal balanço de coisas boas e ruins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; E é aí que surge o porquinho que estamos sempre devendo as moedas do decorrer do ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E o que eu posso dizer deste natal? Que o meu porquinho tá transbordando? Que não devo nada a ninguém tão pouco a mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Que sinceramente fico satisfeita em passar este Natal assim, pois fazendo o balanço e uma reflexão em relação ao Natal passado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;estou bem melhor e em paz com meu espírito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E o que é a paz, se não algo que simplesmente acontece dentro de nós, algo que nos deixa respirar um ar leve, gelado e intensamente gostoso. Encher os pulmões desse ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; e oxigenar o corpo inteiro fazendo-o funcionar na mais plena harmonia. APENAS LEVE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- P/ mim a definição de: Paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Estou orgulhosa pq eu finalmente olho p/ mim e fico satisfeita com o que vejo, com o que sou e como sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Não me arrependo, não faria diferente, mas ainda tenho muito por fazer, criar e construir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- Com tudo: recomeço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Também fico realmente de fato agradecida e feliz por ter a certeza do que importa p/ mim e ter ao meu lado, me apoiando todos aqueles que amo e considero. É fato que família é para sempre e verdadeiros amigos são raros. E eu tenho isso, com td posso me considerar uma pessoa agraciada. Isso me faz feliz então apenas agradeço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- Identificado em meus valores como: felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Devo me sentir lisojeada pela vida me fazer refletir sobre o que quero, quem quero e como quero. Me sentir lisonjeada nessa briga constante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; comigo mesma em descobrir todas as minhas verdades. Meus vários EUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Ter coragem de enxergar os reparos em mim que precisam ser feitos. Mas a verdade é que ninguém nunca vai chegar a um nível que se está realmente pronto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E quando esse nível chegar, é melhor se preparar, pq chegou a hora de ir embora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;No entanto estou satisfeita, com minhas opiniões sobre a vida, meus valores morais e meu caráter, apesar da ingenuidade em acreditar que todo ser humano pode ser bom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A verdade é que todo ser humano pode ser bom e ruim, tudo depende do interesse pessoal de cada um e da busca incessante de querer se sentir feliz, a qualquer preço.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E se isso é certo ou errado, depende do conceito moral de cada um, depende da coerência entre o que a pessoa pensa, sente e a forma como age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- Logo: consciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Este natal com certeza será sinônimo de tudo aquilo que penso, que gosto e que acredito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Claro que toda mudança requer maturação, todo fim tem um ciclo. É reconhecido que p/ mim tudo mudou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; A vida mudou e não é legal repetir padrão, eu quero deixar de ser o rato que corre na rodinha da gaiola, repetindo os mesmos erros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Por isso apenas aceito! Largo e digo p/ mim mesma que se perdi algo que julgava meu, é pq não me pertencia e me convenço que p/ o destino trazer o que realmente me pertence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; precisa tirar o que não serve, tudo aquilo que faz mal e é incompatível! Comigo, com a minha energia e meu jeito de pensar, agir e de ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E depois da aceitação houve esse período de desmanche dos antigos padrões, a minha fase completamente necessária p/ encerrar uma etapa velha da vida e começar uma nova.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Se não nos entendemos e permitimos esse tempo p/ nós, como abrir espaço para o novo?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Essa despedida interna é apenas autoconhecimento. Ninguém devia ignorá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Isso eu chamo: Desapego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A pausa, solitária, é um curativo necessário, não é o band aid é a cicatrização. Não é o restart é o botão de OFF, p/ ligar de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Tudo p/ que novas conexões e posssibilidades sejam reconstruídas dentro e fora de nós. Com um código reformado, HD zerado, padrões deixados no passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Se somos aquilo que pensamos, como dizia Buddha, porque não nos damos tempo para pensar bem e de um jeito bacana sobre tudo que queremos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- Diria-se: Amadurecimento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-2498656441758372912?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/2498656441758372912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-natal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/2498656441758372912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/2498656441758372912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-natal.html' title='FELIZ NATAL!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-8675840945205692814</id><published>2009-12-01T11:24:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:30:56.058-02:00</updated><title type='text'>1 de Dezembro - Dia Mundial de Luta Contra a Aids</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/95KaTb5hIjU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/95KaTb5hIjU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;"64%" das mulheres c/ HIV contrairam o vírus em relações sexuais c/ seus maridos ou companheiros fixos. É uma pesquisa interessante, importante de saber e que faz a gente repensar muito as coisas!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O documentário: &lt;b style="color: #444444;"&gt;Positivas&lt;/b&gt; da cineasta Susanna Lira, estreiou dia 30/11 , o filme acompanha a vida de sete mulheres com HIV e aponta os principais fatores responsáveis pela feminização da Aids no país. Foram 2 anos de pesquisa e seu principal alvo é o estigma em torno da doença. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-8675840945205692814?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/8675840945205692814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-de-dezembro-dia-mundial-de-luta.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/8675840945205692814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/8675840945205692814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-de-dezembro-dia-mundial-de-luta.html' title='1 de Dezembro - Dia Mundial de Luta Contra a Aids'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-2880502071661712572</id><published>2009-12-01T01:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:28:11.568-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Da série coisas que eu gostaria de fazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ksdes1RjLRo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ksdes1RjLRo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Juro! Com toda certeza essa era uma das coisas que eu gostaria de fazer! E definitivamente dizer a frase final: &lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VOCÊ SABE PORQUE!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-2880502071661712572?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/2880502071661712572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2009/12/da-serie-coisas-que-eu-gostaria-de.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/2880502071661712572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/2880502071661712572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2009/12/da-serie-coisas-que-eu-gostaria-de.html' title='Da série coisas que eu gostaria de fazer'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-6791659336067061906</id><published>2009-11-27T22:22:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:24:53.910-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Livre arbítrio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SxBtDWAhvMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/16PtOzadpAE/s1600/26688680.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SxBtDWAhvMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/16PtOzadpAE/s320/26688680.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Livre arbítrio:&amp;nbsp;uma asinha invisível que a gente tem, que não sabemos como usar e que põe prova nossas convicções em escolher entre dois caminhos -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O certo e o errado.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-6791659336067061906?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/6791659336067061906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2009/11/livre-arbitrio.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6791659336067061906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6791659336067061906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2009/11/livre-arbitrio.html' title='Livre arbítrio'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SxBtDWAhvMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/16PtOzadpAE/s72-c/26688680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-2907202741430812168</id><published>2009-11-19T19:27:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:37:36.272-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Somos os arquitetos de nossa identidade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;object height="326" width="446"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/AimeeMullins_2009U-medium.flv&amp;amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/AimeeMullins-2009U.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;amp;vw=432&amp;amp;vh=240&amp;amp;ap=0&amp;amp;ti=482&amp;amp;introDuration=16500&amp;amp;adDuration=4000&amp;amp;postAdDuration=2000&amp;amp;adKeys=talk=aimee_mullins_prosthetic_aesthetics;year=2009;theme=what_s_next_in_tech;theme=evolution_s_genius;theme=speaking_at_ted2009;theme=design_like_you_give_a_damn;event=TED2009;&amp;amp;preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgColor="#ffffff" width="446" height="326" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/AimeeMullins_2009U-medium.flv&amp;amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/AimeeMullins-2009U.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;amp;vw=432&amp;amp;vh=240&amp;amp;ap=0&amp;amp;ti=482&amp;amp;introDuration=16500&amp;amp;adDuration=4000&amp;amp;postAdDuration=2000&amp;amp;adKeys=talk=aimee_mullins_prosthetic_aesthetics;year=2009;theme=what_s_next_in_tech;theme=evolution_s_genius;theme=speaking_at_ted2009;theme=design_like_you_give_a_damn;event=TED2009;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Tudo na vida é uma questão de ponto de vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;As possibilidades são inúmeras, ninguém deve ser subestimado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-2907202741430812168?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/2907202741430812168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-possibilidades-sao-infinitas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/2907202741430812168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/2907202741430812168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-possibilidades-sao-infinitas.html' title='Somos os arquitetos de nossa identidade!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-6306054836004250139</id><published>2009-11-10T14:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:47:15.515-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao invés de julgar saias curtas, pq não usar a criatividade p/coisas assim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-zcOFN_VBVo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-zcOFN_VBVo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Esse vídeo foi feito por &lt;b&gt;estudantes de comunicação&lt;/b&gt; de uma universidade &lt;b&gt;canadense. &lt;/b&gt;O total de 172 pessoas que interpretaram sem cortes pelo campus da universidade a música &lt;b&gt;Black Eye Peas&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fonte: www.letsvamos.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ok! Acho que a garota exagerou na saia curta, mas daí a ser tratada da forma como foi pelos estudantes de uma diga-se UNIVERSIDADE! Um comportamento bastante retrógrado, para pessoas que estão na faculdade.&amp;nbsp; Teoricamente adultos, causando uma histeria coletiva por conta de uma roupa curta. Eu concordo que o ambiente para o tipo de roupa que ela estava era inadequado. Mas para mim mais inadequado ainda o comportamento dos alunos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E eu me pergunto, porque estavam tão incomodados com a saia da garota? Se sentiram ofendidos? Porque? De verdade, eu não vejo esse comportamento por causas justas, como política, fome, miséria e outros fatores importantes que realmente ofendem, maltratam, jogam nossa dignidade no lixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E a universidade, porque ao invés de indicar o caminho, dialogar, conduzir e educar a TODOS, não só a moça, coisa que aliás é o trabalho da instituição. Simplesmente resolveu cortar o teoricamente "problema" roupa inadequada. E como fica o &lt;b&gt;comportamento inadequado?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Com certeza ela não é a primeira mulher a ir para a facu com roupas inadequadas e nem será a última. Mas me envergonha o comportamento do jovem BRASILEIRO que ao invés de cuidar da sua vida e fazer coisas que realmente importam e acrescentam em sua cultura, se comportar assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O povo brasileiro é tão criativo, porque não gastar energia em coisas bacanas que realmente valham a pena e que podem repercurtir positivamente fora do país, trazendo resultados importante. Tenho vergonha alheia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-6306054836004250139?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/6306054836004250139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2009/11/ao-inves-de-julgar-saias-curtas-pq-nao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6306054836004250139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/6306054836004250139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2009/11/ao-inves-de-julgar-saias-curtas-pq-nao.html' title='Ao invés de julgar saias curtas, pq não usar a criatividade p/coisas assim!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-1412413767738738881</id><published>2009-11-03T22:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:26:20.107-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou precisando de sinais!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nice to meet U2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Não é incrível quando vc nota alguém e esse alguém te nota imediatamente, olhando direto nos seus olhos? A atração é uma coisa muito louca...Completamente inexplicável! Adoro essa energia da atração!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O curta é obra do diretor &lt;a href="http://patrickhughes.com.au/shorts/"&gt;Patrick Hughes&lt;/a&gt;. Foi um viral da Schweppes e é um dos vencedores do leão de ouro em Cannes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mais sobre o Schweppes Online Film Festival, &lt;a href="http://www.schhh.eu/shortfilms/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-1412413767738738881?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/1412413767738738881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2009/11/estou-precisando-de-sinais.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/1412413767738738881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/1412413767738738881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2009/11/estou-precisando-de-sinais.html' title='Estou precisando de sinais!'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-5826258418778435901</id><published>2009-10-21T00:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:20:11.647-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Validação  - parte 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vpUS9Om_Ixo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vpUS9Om_Ixo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Validation”&lt;/strong&gt; o curta em preto e branco foi produzido no ano de 2007.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi escrito e dirigido por &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0473936/" target="_blank"&gt;Kurt Kuenne&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Vencedor - Best Narrative Short, Cleveland Int'l Film Festival, &lt;br /&gt;Vencedor - Jury Award, Gen Art Chicago Film Festival, &lt;br /&gt;Vencedor - Audience Award, Hawaii Int'l Film Festival, &lt;br /&gt;Vencedor - Best Short Comedy, Breckenridge Festival of Film, &lt;br /&gt;Vencedor - Crystal Heart Award, &lt;br /&gt;Best Short Film &amp;amp; Audience Award, Heartland Film Festival, &lt;br /&gt;Vencedor - Christopher &amp;amp; Dana Reeve Audience Award, Williamstown Film Festival, &lt;br /&gt;Vencedor - Best Comedy, Dam Short Film Festival, &lt;br /&gt;Vencedor - Best Short Film, Sedona Int'l Film Festival. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1593331569444030057-5826258418778435901?l=inothernowords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/feeds/5826258418778435901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2009/10/validacao-parte-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/5826258418778435901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1593331569444030057/posts/default/5826258418778435901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inothernowords.blogspot.com/2009/10/validacao-parte-2.html' title='Validação  - parte 2'/><author><name>Amanda Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560039563609930030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yTocLIH9Fk/SwnqJqJORVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V0Wq7_Rc9Y4/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593331569444030057.post-29395070548458252</id><published>2009-10-13T21:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:08:42.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Abaixo ao amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QaqBnw9xA34&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QaqBnw9xA34&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;
