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liverpool'/><category term='fauno'/><title type='text'>que seje</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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músicos (que eles já eram, obviamente) e, com o nome de &lt;a href="http://www.theswellseason.com/"&gt;the swell season&lt;/a&gt;, estão se apresentado mundo afora. pra quem quiser baixar o filme, aqui tem o &lt;a href="http://dl.btjunkie.org/torrent/Once-xvid-Brazilian-Port-sub-lyrics-included-gr-jr/4358199f46482ecfbd054e7cddcd9802aa96c90e231f/download.torrent"&gt;torrent&lt;/a&gt; dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/H85ecT-pB9g/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H85ecT-pB9g&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-3735925666585187576</id><published>2011-03-31T16:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:37:11.863-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>frase da tarde</title><content type='html'>paixão não se explica, se fornica!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-3735925666585187576?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/3735925666585187576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-6359349874946618226</id><published>2011-03-10T11:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T11:31:35.930-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='língua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>a língua e suas fantásticas viagens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;adoro viajar. na verdade, adoro conhecer outros lugares e pessoas. por isso não curto muito viagens do tipo "excursão", tipo bate-volta aos monumentos e atrações locais. prefiro sentar no barzinho da esquina todos os dias e ficar conhecido do garçom. certamente deixarei de conhecer todas as belezas do local, mas conhecerei o povo e aquele local específico na sua intimidade, algo que me atrai muito mais. um exemplo: passei o carnaval em &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%A3o_Borja"&gt;são borja&lt;/a&gt;, fronteira do brasil com a argentina. lá, o português se mescla com o castelhano de um jeito muito natural. um exemplo: aqui, na capital, alguns supermercados anunciam dias especiais, com descontos. assim, temos o nacional, com o seu dia d, ou a quarta verde (dia de promoção das verduras). lá, o dia de descontos é a quarta buena, anunciado num comercial do super local, na globo. achei fantástico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* bueno/a é bom/boa, muito utilizado coloquialmente pelo povo da fronteira. e da capital também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-6359349874946618226?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-2645921142815512028</id><published>2011-02-19T18:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T18:01:01.193-02:00</updated><title type='text'>coopercachaça</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;eu adoro minha profissão. a leitura é um manancial de informações, e a revisão me proporciona isso diariamente. estou eu aqui revisando um texto sobre desenvolvimento rural quando me deparo com isso: &lt;a href="http://www.terradeouro.com.br/"&gt;coopercachaça&lt;/a&gt;. uma cooperativa dos cachaceiros. claro que por cachaceiros entenda-se produtores de cachaça. mas não vou mentir que me diverti um pouco imaginando uma cooperativa de encachaçados.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='coopercachaça'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-247195816770912224</id><published>2011-02-09T11:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T11:02:01.190-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>faroeste caboclo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.faroestecaboclo.com.br/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/TVKKRV4kcCI/AAAAAAAABTE/JU1T6jHdTME/s400/faroestecabloco.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;essa é pra quem é fã do legião urbana, como eu. a música faroeste caboclo vai virar filme. a bonequinha &lt;a href="http://bloglog.globo.com/isisvalverde/"&gt;ísis valverde&lt;/a&gt;, atualmente em ti ti ti, vai ser a maria lúcia. ótima escolha pra fazer o santo cristo perder a cabeça e duelar em brasília. o diretor é estreante em longas, então vamos torcer por ele, porque esse clássico brasileiro merece um filme a sua altura. aqui tem o &lt;a href="http://www.faroestecaboclo.com.br/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; do filme, pra acompanhar os bastidores. dá até pra tentar ser figurante. conhecer brasília com tudo pago e ainda contracenar com a bonequinha? te atira, vivente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="330" 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href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2011/02/faroeste-caboclo.html' title='faroeste caboclo'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/TVKKRV4kcCI/AAAAAAAABTE/JU1T6jHdTME/s72-c/faroestecabloco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-6677211913792702919</id><published>2011-02-04T22:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T22:56:31.091-02:00</updated><title type='text'>gatos e suas peripécias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;quem tem ou quem já teve gato, vai se identificar muito e rir mais ainda!! quem não tem, e pensa em ter, é uma ótima prévia da maravilha que é ter gatos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/I1qHVVbYG8Y/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I1qHVVbYG8Y&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I1qHVVbYG8Y&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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peripécias'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-2698907653266884862</id><published>2011-02-02T09:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T09:37:39.431-02:00</updated><title type='text'>wi-fi em porto alegre</title><content type='html'>mapa com pontos wi-fi em porto alegre. alguns são gratuitos, outros são para clientes dos estabelecimentos. diz que o povo tá sempre atualizando o mapa. tomara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com.br/maps?hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;gl=br&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=-30.082074,-51.186133&amp;amp;spn=0.161611,0.338173&amp;amp;z=12&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com.br/maps?hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;gl=br&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=-30.082074,-51.186133&amp;amp;spn=0.161611,0.338173&amp;amp;z=12&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;Exibir mapa ampliado&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-2698907653266884862?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/2698907653266884862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2011/01/word-burro.html' title='word burro'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/TULh1iLy2PI/AAAAAAAABQ4/SEH575jtQbU/s72-c/puder+word+burro+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-204513815861934771</id><published>2010-12-27T02:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T02:23:07.323-02:00</updated><title type='text'>melhores e piores de 2010 - vídeo</title><content type='html'>catei no youtube uma coletânea dos vídeos mais engraçados (e azarados) e mais sortudos de 2010 - de cara já percebi que são vídeos muito mais antigos que 2010, mas tá valendo. e que venha 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/3htU3NTqMQs/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3htU3NTqMQs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3htU3NTqMQs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-4670174180095128744</id><published>2010-12-06T11:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:21:48.583-02:00</updated><title type='text'>primeiro amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/TPzfzffEL6I/AAAAAAAABBQ/iZAzaA3gmCo/s1600/CARTAZ+PRIMEIRO+AMOR+NEELIC+10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/TPzfzffEL6I/AAAAAAAABBQ/iZAzaA3gmCo/s320/CARTAZ+PRIMEIRO+AMOR+NEELIC+10.JPG" width="226" /&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;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ontem assisti uma peça, primeiro amor, em cartaz em porto alegre. muito interessante, baseada em escritos do beckett. profunda, densa, tocante, inquietante, pensante. ficamos depois da peça para cumprimentar os atores e um deles, thiago oliveira, o principal, estava estafado, tenso, quase fora do ar, tal a concentração para encarnar o personagem. a simone bianchini tem uma expressão no olhar muito singular, te coloca pra dentro da peça só com o olhar. vale a pena. em cartaz só mais um findi em porto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pra quem quiser saber mais do grupo &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &lt;a href="http://www.neelic.com.br/portal/"&gt;neelic&lt;/a&gt;. e &lt;a href="http://veja.abril.com.br/idade/estacao/veja_recomenda/120504/primeiro_amor.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; tem um trecho da peça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neelic.com.br/portal/images/stories/primeiro%20amor%20neelic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://www.neelic.com.br/portal/images/stories/primeiro%20amor%20neelic.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thiago oliveira e simone bianchini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-4670174180095128744?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/4670174180095128744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=4670174180095128744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4670174180095128744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4670174180095128744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2010/12/primeiro-amor.html' title='primeiro amor'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/TPzfzffEL6I/AAAAAAAABBQ/iZAzaA3gmCo/s72-c/CARTAZ+PRIMEIRO+AMOR+NEELIC+10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-5533638682116886971</id><published>2010-11-02T23:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:06:47.443-02:00</updated><title type='text'>dia de enterrar os mortos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;li uma &lt;a href="http://www.clicrbs.com.br/especial/rs/bem-estar/19,0,3089428,Vencendo-a-obesidade-com-forca-de-vontade-Tiago-enterrou-mais-de-70kg-em-menos-de-um-ano.html"&gt;reportagem&lt;/a&gt; outro dia, sobre um portoalegrense que resolveu que a vida dele tava uma merda e ia dar uma virada, e escolheu o dia de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dia_dos_Fi%C3%A9is_Defuntos"&gt;finados&lt;/a&gt;, 2 de novembro, pra começar (ele estava com sobrepeso, 170 kg, e resolveu emagrecer). achei interessante a analogia dele. no dia em que prestamos homenagens para aqueles que se foram, ele resolveu chutar o balde e enterrar o passado, deixar para trás um peso (literalmente) na vida dele. a lembrança vai ser de um dia de vitória, de conquista, e não de perda, de falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p.s. tem uma festa mexicana, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Festa_do_dia_dos_mortos"&gt;dia de los muertos&lt;/a&gt;, que é uma verdadeira celebração.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-5533638682116886971?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/5533638682116886971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=5533638682116886971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5533638682116886971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5533638682116886971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2010/11/dia-de-enterrar-os-mortos.html' title='dia de enterrar os mortos'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-2986147745500074088</id><published>2010-10-20T21:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T21:56:22.184-02:00</updated><title type='text'>vivo e não vejo tudo</title><content type='html'>&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/TL9-ZKxg93I/AAAAAAAABBE/nbPa-JQE5t8/s1600/capa+veja+aecio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/TL9-ZKxg93I/AAAAAAAABBE/nbPa-JQE5t8/s320/capa+veja+aecio.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a capa de veja dessa semana é um absurdo, por um lado, e um primor por outro. absurdo pela afronta à democracia, à inteligência do povo brasileiro. primor pela arte conseguir sintetizar tão bem, por expressar tão bem o conteúdo por trás. vamos ao contexto: reta final de eleições, candidato do aécio atrás, precisando virar o jogo, pipocam escândalos de ambos os lados, tentando neutralizar as estratégias do adversário. personagem central: aécio neves, neto de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tancredo_Neves"&gt;tancredo&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(herói das diretas já, herói do renascimento da democracia brasileira) e, até onde meu parco conhecimento mineiro vai, ótimo administrador e governador. contexto dado, vamos à capa. primeira leitura, básica: super-aécio, tal e qual o super-homem, com super-poderes. segunda leitura: aperte confirma na urna para o candidato de aécio. terceira e fatídica leitura: aécio é a representação pura da nação brasileira, o símbolo máximo do povo - notaram a abertura da camisa, o botão verde, a cor amarela atrás, tudo idêntico à nossa bandeira? acho que não precisa dizer muito mais, né? apesar de achar um absurdo essa manipulação desesperada em busca de votos, tenho que reconhecer que o artista foi genial na sua proposta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/_zTlt8zc42d8/TL9-Z714aFI/AAAAAAAABBI/l_F4nqqShXg/s1600/Capa31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/TL9-Z714aFI/AAAAAAAABBI/l_F4nqqShXg/s320/Capa31.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;o mais legal é que a cartacapital publicou reportagem, antes do primeiro turno, na qual afirma que aécio &amp;nbsp;deixaria o partido após as eleições. confira &lt;a href="http://www.cartacapital.com.br/politica/o-exemplo-de-tancredo"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; a reportagem, que já foi negada pelo próprio (mas como todos sabemos, em política não existe verdade absoluta).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-2986147745500074088?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/TL9-ZKxg93I/AAAAAAAABBE/nbPa-JQE5t8/s72-c/capa+veja+aecio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-8309882144828683752</id><published>2010-10-20T09:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T09:58:35.069-02:00</updated><title type='text'>liquinho ou como deus me ama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/TL42NIWVCII/AAAAAAAABA0/kqlMHvEd5sE/s1600/Botij%C3%B5es.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/TL42NIWVCII/AAAAAAAABA0/kqlMHvEd5sE/s1600/Botij%C3%B5es.jpg" /&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;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;recentemente, em porto alegre, uma barraca de churros &lt;a href="http://segurancanotrabalhors.blogspot.com/2010/08/liquinho-um-risco-que-muitas-pessoas.html"&gt;explodiu&lt;/a&gt; em plena redenção, que é o parque principal da cidade. 22 pessoas ficaram feridas, entre elas várias crianças. o motivo? aquele botijão anão da foto, de 2 kg. como ele não possui válvula de segurança, um aquecimento pode causar a explosão. parece que o rio grande do sul é o maior mercado dele, e agora, finalmente, editaram uma &lt;a href="http://consumidorrs.com.br/rs2/inicial.php?imgm=n&amp;amp;case=2&amp;amp;idnot=11209"&gt;resolução&lt;/a&gt; proibindo a sua comercialização. e pensar que todas as férias da minha infância foram aquecidas por um desses, já que meus pais adoravam acampar, e o tamanho dele é perfeito para levar no porta-malas. com certeza um dos fatores que ajudou foi o fato do fogareiro ficar ao ar livre, sem muito aquecimento. mas nem quero imaginar a cena da barraca pegando fogo, ou até mesmo do camping inteiro, com explosões sucessivas. cena dantesca. hoje em dia já existem alternativas bem mais seguras pra acampar em paz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-8309882144828683752?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/8309882144828683752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=8309882144828683752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/8309882144828683752'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-8413375213260825637</id><published>2010-10-17T16:27:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T02:31:39.754-02:00</updated><title type='text'>um pálido ponto azul</title><content type='html'>sem palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EjpSa7umAd8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&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/EjpSa7umAd8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" 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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/128702174/4cb63d93/Plido_ponto_azul.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/TLs_vAM4bnI/AAAAAAAABAw/LBpTBHGMV_M/s1600/Palido_ponto_azul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/128702174/4cb63d93/Plido_ponto_azul.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; tem o e-book do carl sagan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;como também sou adorador de cinema, vou tentar descobrir o nome de todos os filmes que aparecem nesse vídeo. tarefa homérica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;update 10.11.2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;a lista (incompleta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. fantástica fábrica de chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2. o grande lebowski&lt;br /&gt;3. quanto mais quente melhor&lt;br /&gt;4. moulin rouge&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;7. jogos mortais&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;9. o fabuloso destino de amelie poulan&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;11. os dez mandamentos&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;br /&gt;13. o exterminador do futuro&lt;br /&gt;14. senhor dos anéis&lt;br /&gt;15. os sete samurais&lt;br /&gt;16. 2001&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;br /&gt;18/19. brilho eterno de uma mente sem lembranças&lt;br /&gt;20. a vida é bela&lt;br /&gt;21.&lt;br /&gt;22. a vida marinha com steve zissou&lt;br /&gt;23.&lt;br /&gt;24.&lt;br /&gt;25.&lt;br /&gt;26. o grande ditador&lt;br /&gt;27.&lt;br /&gt;28. o profissional&lt;br /&gt;29. sete homens e um destino&lt;br /&gt;30. vanilla sky&lt;br /&gt;31. gattaca&lt;br /&gt;32. gladiador&lt;br /&gt;33. coração valente&lt;br /&gt;34.&lt;br /&gt;35.&lt;br /&gt;36. cães de aluguel&lt;br /&gt;37. gangues de nova iorque&lt;br /&gt;38. a outra história americana&lt;br /&gt;39. fotos (09)&lt;br /&gt;40. taxi driver&lt;br /&gt;41.&lt;br /&gt;42. cidadão kane&lt;br /&gt;43.&lt;br /&gt;44. o tigre e o dragão&lt;br /&gt;45.&lt;br /&gt;46.&lt;br /&gt;47. e aí meu irmão cadê você?&lt;br /&gt;48. val kilmer&lt;br /&gt;49. cartas na mesa&lt;br /&gt;50. perfume de mulher&lt;br /&gt;51.&lt;br /&gt;52.&lt;br /&gt;53.&lt;br /&gt;54. superman&lt;br /&gt;55. intriga internacional&lt;br /&gt;56. patton&lt;br /&gt;57.&lt;br /&gt;58.&lt;br /&gt;59/60. blade runner&lt;br /&gt;61. janela indiscreta&lt;br /&gt;62. a dama e o vagabundo&lt;br /&gt;63.&lt;br /&gt;64. o pálido ponto azul&lt;br /&gt;65. curtindo a vida adoidado&lt;br /&gt;66.&lt;br /&gt;67.&lt;br /&gt;68. cantando na chuva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/TLs-a6KNAoI/AAAAAAAABAs/ciA1dYAsR60/s1600/Palido_ponto_azul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7605419170734804233-8413375213260825637?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/8413375213260825637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=8413375213260825637&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/8413375213260825637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/8413375213260825637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2010/10/um-palido-ponto-azul.html' title='um pálido ponto azul'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/TLs_vAM4bnI/AAAAAAAABAw/LBpTBHGMV_M/s72-c/Palido_ponto_azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-6532974877682562176</id><published>2010-10-14T21:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:16:32.795-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>Tropa de Elite 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sem sombra de dúvida o melhor filme brasileiro do ano. não chega a superar o primeiro, mas também não fica devendo nada. claro que tem outro ritmo, menos alucinante, menos cenas de ação, mas igualmente impactante. cenas fortes, mas num tom diferente do primeiro: enquanto no primeiro a tortura de traficantes causava náusea nos mais sensíveis, nesse o espancamento de um deputado pelo capitão nascimento causa alívio. o interessante é que o filme continua se avizinhando da realidade, sem perder contudo os elementos ficcionais - que eu prezo acima de tudo, afinal é um filme, não um documentário. lá embaixo falo sobre o final do filme, que é o que mais distingue o filme da realidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/sk46h7LJwm8/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sk46h7LJwm8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sk46h7LJwm8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;atenção: as linhas abaixo falam do final do filme. para evitar que desavisados leiam, está com letras brancas. para ler, selecione o texto e ele aparecerá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;o filme chegando no fim e eu pensando: será que ele fez um final brasileiro ou um final americano? final brasileiro o nascimento morre e tudo fica como está, retrato fiel da nossa realidade; final americano, chega a cavalaria e salva o nascimento na hora h. já tava preparado pra desilusão quando, para minha surpresa, na hora h surge a cavalaria e bota os bandidos pra correr. ainda bem que o diretor manteve ficção e realidade separadas. melhor assim, ganhamos todos, com um reflexão importante sobre o nosso papel na formação de uma sociedade mais justa e com um ótimo filme, digno de nota.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/7605419170734804233-6532974877682562176?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/6532974877682562176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=6532974877682562176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/6532974877682562176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/6532974877682562176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2010/10/tropa-de-elite-2.html' title='Tropa de Elite 2'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-3138780003004333147</id><published>2010-10-07T23:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T23:09:53.612-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cow parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/TK55RlnJBAI/AAAAAAAABAk/9zTjTBcHcnk/s1600/vaca+renato.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/TK55RlnJBAI/AAAAAAAABAk/9zTjTBcHcnk/s320/vaca+renato.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;chega em porto alegre esse evento que já teve edições em várias cidades do mundo, nova iorque, londres, tóquio, e, entre as brasileiras, são paulo, rio, belo horizonte, curitiba. as ruas de porto alegre vão ser invadidas por vacas super alegres. essa aí de cima é de um grande amigo meu, renato maurina rôa, e modéstia à parte, não é por ele ser meu amigo, mas é uma das melhores. no &lt;a href="http://www.cowparade.com.br/poa/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; tem todas elas e os locais, é só conferir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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parade'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/TK55RlnJBAI/AAAAAAAABAk/9zTjTBcHcnk/s72-c/vaca+renato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-8589790482854381582</id><published>2010-10-07T15:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T15:20:23.178-03:00</updated><title type='text'>nunca comemore antes do tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a história está repleta de casos em que as criaturas comemoram antes da hora. o último exemplo é esse goleiro, que defendeu um pênalti e foi pra galera, se achando o maior goleiro do mundo. pena que ele esqueceu que a bola muitas vezes tem vontade própria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J6zlko5qu4M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&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/J6zlko5qu4M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" 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/7605419170734804233-8589790482854381582?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-8568870832377859879</id><published>2010-09-13T12:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T12:06:50.528-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pac man humano - stop motion</title><content type='html'>quem é&amp;nbsp;da década de 80 conhece muito bem esse clássico – quem não é talvez conheça também, por causa da modinha atual. muito legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3D0JvYJkGc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&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/M3D0JvYJkGc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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title='pac man humano - stop motion'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-6199320346697784745</id><published>2010-09-11T13:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T13:04:09.528-03:00</updated><title type='text'>conjugação</title><content type='html'>eu ouvi: tu houve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-6199320346697784745?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/6199320346697784745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=6199320346697784745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/6199320346697784745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/6199320346697784745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2010/09/conjugacao.html' title='conjugação'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-4136842181156674477</id><published>2010-08-27T21:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T21:11:54.248-03:00</updated><title type='text'>casamento cinéfilo</title><content type='html'>tem gente que tem ideias boas de vez em quando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://mediacenter.clicrbs.com.br/skins/default/swf/playerChannel.swf?mediaXML=http://mediacenter.clicrbs.com.br/templates/RequestUrlEmbed.aspx;contentId=134206///channel=44&amp;amp;color=0x7684B3&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;thumb=http://mediacenter.clicrbs.com.br/medias/IMAGES/1026431.jpg&amp;amp;channelLink=http://mediacenter.clicrbs.com.br/templates/home.aspx?channel=44&amp;amp;channelImage=http://mediacenter.clicrbs.com.br/includes/topo_RBSTV_RS.gif&amp;amp;channelColor=0xDDDFE2" height="376" 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-4187431767097550392</id><published>2010-08-17T00:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T00:34:56.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'>declaração de amor?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;claro que existe todo um contexto por trás da indagação do título do post, como toda história de amor que se preze tem, mas que não importa aqui...o que importa é a reflexão que isso pode suscitar...dá pra considerar a &amp;nbsp;letra da música uma demonstração de amor? quanto de certeza nós precisamos para amar e ser amados? quanto de sintonia? e, ainda mais importante, quando e onde de sintonia? como saber se é o suficiente? se o que nos oferecem preenche o espaço vazio? até onde ir, até onde aceitar, quando desistir? (aliás, a &lt;a href="http://lara-cronicando.blogspot.com/"&gt;lara&lt;/a&gt; andou escrevendo algo interessante sobre desistir) é, dá pra pensar uns cinco minutos sobre isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GhtXfjbCm0I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&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/GhtXfjbCm0I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" 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;Tengo que confesar que a veces&lt;br /&gt;no me gusta tu forma de ser&lt;br /&gt;luego te me desapareces y no entiendo muy bien por qué&lt;br /&gt;no dices nada romántico cuando llega el atardecer&lt;div&gt;te pones de un humor extraño con cada luna llena al mes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero a todo lo demás le gana lo bueno que me das&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sólo tenerte cerca siento que vuelvo a empezar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORO:&lt;br /&gt;Yo te quiero con limón y sal, yo te quiero tal y como estás&lt;br /&gt;no hace falta cambiarte nada&lt;br /&gt;yo te quiero si vienes o si vas&lt;br /&gt;si subes y bajas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y&amp;nbsp;no estás seguro de lo que sientes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que confesarte ahora&lt;br /&gt;nunca creí en la felicidad&lt;br /&gt;a veces algo se le parece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero&amp;nbsp;es pura casualidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego me vengo a encontrar con tus ojos y me dan algo más&lt;br /&gt;solo tenerte cerca siento&amp;nbsp;que vuelvo a empezar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo tenerte cerca&amp;nbsp;siento que vuelvo a empezar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-4187431767097550392?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/4187431767097550392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=4187431767097550392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4187431767097550392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4187431767097550392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2010/08/declaracao-de-amor.html' title='declaração de amor?!'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-6123498899767053456</id><published>2010-08-03T00:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:46:08.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'>viajar é preciso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediabistro.com/fishbowlny/original/road.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://www.mediabistro.com/fishbowlny/original/road.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;pegar a estrada é afudê. não tem como descrever melhor. seja de bus, de carro, a pé, não importa, ver a estrada passar é algo. sensação de liberdade, de explorar o desconhecido, de abrir os horizontes da mente vendo novos horizontes reais. cada vez que viajo me dou conta que não posso ficar tanto tempo sem viajar. o viajar renova minhas energias como poucas coisas nesse mundo (um beijo apaixonado, um banho de mar...). conhecer lugares novos, ou revisitar velhos conhecidos, não importa, o que vale é sentir o rodar, sentir a estrada ficando pra trás, sem falar, claro, na sensação de chegar em algum lugar. vale a pena soltar as amarras de vez em quando e se deixar levar pelo vento da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5y131GX9R6I&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&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/5y131GX9R6I&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-6123498899767053456?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/6123498899767053456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=6123498899767053456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/6123498899767053456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/6123498899767053456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2010/08/viajar-e-preciso.html' title='viajar é preciso'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-2631650333942930117</id><published>2010-06-23T20:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T00:44:08.670-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>agente romanov</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cinecido.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/homemdeferro2_38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://cinecido.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/homemdeferro2_38.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sempre que venho a sampa acontece algo interessante...da vez que eu e o rickie cá estivemos, provamos a melhor yakissoba do bairro liberdade...de outra, quando vim buscar o meu sobrinho, que estava chegando da itália, no meio da madrugada, acabamos, os dois, dormindo e perdendo o check-in por UM minuto...e cá estou eu novamente, para buscá-lo novamente, e novamente no meio da madrugada...nem preciso dar mais detalhes, né? para passar o tempo, resolvi ir ao cinema, ver o homem de ferro 2, que perdi em porto, e tive uma imensa surpresa!! o filme é mais ou menos, o primeiro ainda é o melhor, mas a ma-ra-vi-lho-sa scarlett faz um papel arrasador: agente da shield, natasha romanov, vulga viúva negra. tem uma cena que valeu todo o filme, quando ela realmente encarna o papel de viúva negra e luta com vários capangas do vilão. assombroso!! e depois tem a cena final, depois dos créditos, que já prenuncia o novo filme da marvel. o deus do trovão está chegando!! preparem-se!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-2631650333942930117?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/2631650333942930117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=2631650333942930117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/2631650333942930117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/2631650333942930117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2010/06/agente-romanov.html' title='agente romanov'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-4967538331529769837</id><published>2010-06-18T20:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:14:54.115-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>e o grande mago se foi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/TBwCoMA_X_I/AAAAAAAAA_4/HPuW4poOjsU/s1600/saramago.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/TBwCoMA_X_I/AAAAAAAAA_4/HPuW4poOjsU/s320/saramago.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;essa com certeza é uma grande perda para a humanidade: josé saramago. eu o considerava o maior escritor vivo. porque ele era um conjunto muito bom: seu modo de escrever, sua técnica era fabulosa, era sempre uma inspiração; suas histórias não eram somente histórias, lendo com esmero sempre encontrava muito nas entrelinhas – uma vez fui numa palestra com um escritor, e ele disse que o escritor perfeito é aquele que consegue escrever a história perfeita, ou seja, uma história dentro da história, não apenas uma que outra idéia contida em algumas páginas, mas uma história inteira dentro da história superficial, uma meta história, e o saramago conseguia isso com maestria; seu engajamento político e social, nem muito à esquerda, nem muito ao centro, tampouco à direita, enxergando as situações com o olhar justo e necessário; enfim, algo difícil de se encontrar atualmente, um conjunto harmonioso entre autor e obra. visitem o &lt;a href="http://caderno.josesaramago.org/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; dele, vale a pena o tempo "ganho" lendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-4967538331529769837?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/4967538331529769837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=4967538331529769837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4967538331529769837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4967538331529769837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-o-grande-mago-se-foi.html' title='e o grande mago se foi'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/TBwCoMA_X_I/AAAAAAAAA_4/HPuW4poOjsU/s72-c/saramago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-2391051146075900424</id><published>2010-06-10T00:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T00:33:48.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'>i gotta felling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;já falei como eu curto música, né? se não falei, curto, muito. e adoro como o povo consegue fazer coisas legais. esse vídeo foi um povo do canadá, de uma faculdade de comunicação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-zcOFN_VBVo&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&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;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&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/7605419170734804233-2391051146075900424?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/2391051146075900424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=2391051146075900424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/2391051146075900424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/2391051146075900424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-gotta-felling.html' title='i gotta felling'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-6751225277983923443</id><published>2010-06-06T02:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T03:03:41.853-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>ilha do medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterisland.com/intl/br/media/images/downloads/wallpapers/file/Shutter_Island_wallpaper_1024x768_03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://www.shutterisland.com/intl/br/media/images/downloads/wallpapers/file/Shutter_Island_wallpaper_1024x768_03.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;shutter island, ou ilha do medo, é o último filme do scorsese, e a minha primeira impressão é que é um filme mediano, mas à medida que o tempo passa e eu escrevo ou penso sobre ele, mais idéias me veem à cabeça, logo não é tão mediano assim. a tradução do título não consegue capturar tudo que o título pode sugerir, porque não é uma ilha causadora de medo, ou onde o medo se esconde, ou se encontra, seja lá qual medo for. não, apesar do medo parecer ser o sentimento motivador, o filme vai além disso. shut tem vários &lt;a href="http://michaelis.uol.com.br/moderno/ingles/index.php?lingua=ingles-portugues&amp;amp;palavra=shut"&gt;significados&lt;/a&gt;, fechar, prender, confinar, encerrar numa prisão; logo, passa longe de medo. está mais para ilha do confinado, não é bonito como ilha do medo mas está mais de acordo com a proposta do filme, de confinamento em si mesmo, de fechar-se num casulo. podemos aceitar a realidade como ela é, e viver com nossos erros e tropeços, ou criar um simulacro, uma fantasia, onde encerramos nosso verdadeiro eu e vivemos uma ilusão. a última frase do filme é reveladora: "viver como um monstro ou morrer como um homem bom." até que ponto conseguimos controlar nossa ilusão, sem que ela nos envolva totalmente e nos faça mergulhar num precipício sem volta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a última imagem do filme foi um tanto quanto assustadora, para mim: o farol da ilha, sozinho, envolto somente pelo mar e pelas pedras. como é de conhecimento público, sou um pequeno admirador de faróis (basta ver a foto do blog), e isso me assustou. quer dizer que o farol é o último refúgio dos loucos? a pessoa se isola de tal forma na sua ilusão que acaba presa no seu próprio farol, solitária? talvez. mas há outra leitura possível: o farol, local onde se cometeriam as piores barbáries, é onde a personagem se "reencontra", encara o seu outro eu e escolhe o caminho a seguir. logo, o farol está ali para iluminar, guiar o viajante pelo caminho tortuoso das pedras e fazê-lo chegar são e salvo ao seu destino. como franco admirador da beleza contida nos faróis, prefiro essa visão "salvadora", mas sei que há um pouco (talvez um tanto?!) da outra visão, da solidão ilusória, do autoexílio. como dizem por aí, todos temos um pouco de &lt;a href="http://www.uarevaa.com/2010/05/o-medico-e-o-monstro.html"&gt;dr. jekyll e mr. hyde&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;caso interesse, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://blitznocinema.diariodamanha.com/?p=1026"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; tem um artigo detalhado sobre o filme, vale a pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-6751225277983923443?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/6751225277983923443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=6751225277983923443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/6751225277983923443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/6751225277983923443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2010/06/ilha-do-medo.html' title='ilha do medo'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-5395184126485186007</id><published>2010-06-03T21:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T21:51:41.428-03:00</updated><title type='text'>maconha contra o crack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a unifesp, universidade federal de são paulo, fez um &lt;a href="http://catracalivre.folha.uol.com.br/2010/05/tratamento-contra-o-crack/"&gt;estudo&lt;/a&gt; de 3 anos e comprovou que a maconha ajuda o dependente de crack a se livrar do crack, e posteriormente, também pára de usar a maconha. é de se pensar, né? se funcionou, porque não liberar apenas o uso medicinal? sou a favor da legalização da maconha, mas isso é assunto pra outro post, se é que é assunto. no &lt;a href="http://super.abril.com.br/superarquivo/2002/conteudo_120586.shtml"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; da super interessante tem um artigo bem interessante sobre a maconha, sua história e tal. e &lt;a href="http://www.sementemaconha.com.br/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; tem outro pra quem é simpatizante da ervinha. eu já imaginava que existia, mas nunca tinha entrado. "compre aqui seus produtos 'legais'". hehehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naquele site da super, bem no final, tem a seguinte informação:&lt;br /&gt;"...que a souza cruz registrou, em 1997, a marca marley - fica para o leitor imaginar que produto a empresa de tabaco pretende comercializar com o nome do ídolo do reggae." os caras não perdem tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-5395184126485186007?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/5395184126485186007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=5395184126485186007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5395184126485186007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5395184126485186007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2010/06/maconha-contra-o-crack.html' title='maconha contra o crack'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-123310179455717924</id><published>2010-06-01T13:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T13:34:18.341-03:00</updated><title type='text'>frase do dia</title><content type='html'>"tu tá no desvio!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fazia muito tempo que não ouvia essa expressão, que era usada quando alguém tava solto na vida, sem trabalhar, sem estudar, sem namorar, alguma coisa "sem".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-123310179455717924?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/123310179455717924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=123310179455717924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/123310179455717924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/123310179455717924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2010/06/frase-do-dia.html' title='frase do dia'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-1407117020228555485</id><published>2010-05-11T20:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T20:39:55.239-03:00</updated><title type='text'>você me faz querer ser alguém melhor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CEKi0wQT2oU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&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/CEKi0wQT2oU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&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="text-align: justify;"&gt;essa semana ouvi uma frase que é recorrente em filmes, livros e afins: "eu me tornei uma pessoa melhor ao seu lado". existem algumas variantes, como "você me faz ter vontade de ser um homem melhor" (essa retirada do filme melhor é impossível, numa cena memorável), "você consegue extrair o melhor de mim", mas todas querem dizer a mesma coisa: é preciso alguém para nos tornarmos pessoas melhores. aqui, é preciso separar o joio do trigo: inspirar as pessoas é uma coisa, precisar de inspiração é outra. se tu faz algo que inspire as pessoas, ótimo, continue assim, o mundo agradece (desde que não inspire as pessoas a serem homens-bomba, né?). agora se tu precisa de inspiração para ser alguém ou para realizar algo, humm, aí é outro papo. cada um é um, independente de qualidades, defeitos, ambições, necessidades. cada um tem o seu valor pessoal e não precisa de outro para mostrar ou provar, como se o outro fosse uma extensão, ou uma bengala. é um paradoxo, como nos tornamos melhores se precisamos de alguém para isso? como ser mais forte precisando de uma bengala para isso? e se a pessoa-guia morre, ou se a relação acaba, o que acontece? voltamos a ser medíocres? procuramos outra pessoa pra substituir aquela que se foi, outra bengala? não vejo problema em termos modelos, exemplos, algo ou alguém para basear nossas escolhas, o que somos é um grande saco de gatos, um grande mix de experiências, reunidas ao longo da vida. admirar alguém faz parte de uma relação, é um dos sentimentos fundamentais para se estar com alguém. o problema é ser admirado. precisar ser admirado para se estar com alguém. não é algo que se complemente. tu não faz algo para impressionar alguém, faz porque quer fazer, faz porque te sente melhor assim. tá, tá, tu até impressiona teu filho quando sobe na árvore pra buscar a bola presa, mas não faz isso para impressionar ele, faz porque tem que fazer, é o certo. quando escolhe o perfume e a camisa para sair com a amiga gostosa (desculpem, leitoras, mas eu nunca diria "o amigo gostoso", nem mesmo a/o, eu sei que vocês entendem), até tem uma porcentagem de ego que quer impressionar, mas acima disso está o sentir-se bem, se achar gostoso, top (mesmo que isso seja um tremendo erro de julgamento e não passe de um nerd metido a esperto, como o &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chuck_%28s%C3%A9rie%29"&gt;chuck&lt;/a&gt;). ou seja, conhecer-se a si mesmo, saber suas limitações e, acima de tudo, saber ser possível superá-las, sem precisar de alguém para empurrá-lo para frente. esse é o canal. na maioria das vezes, esse empurrão acaba sendo sempre em direção ao abismo, mesmo sem intenção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-1407117020228555485?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/1407117020228555485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=1407117020228555485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/1407117020228555485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/1407117020228555485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2010/05/voce-me-faz-querer-ser-alguem-melhor.html' title='você me faz querer ser alguém melhor'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-8467371531288216503</id><published>2010-03-30T19:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:35:04.367-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ficção e realidade - dois</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elmulticine.com/imagenes/carteles/secreto-sus-ojos-b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nt="true" src="http://www.elmulticine.com/imagenes/carteles/secreto-sus-ojos-b.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;diferente de simplesmente complicado, que parte de um relacionamento anterior prévio, em &lt;a href="http://omelete.com.br/cinema/critica-o-segredo-dos-seus-olhos/"&gt;o segredo dos seus olhos&lt;/a&gt; o máximo de relacionamento que temos é um querer. um oficial de justiça, uma juíza/promotora e um caso mal resolvido durante a ditadura argentina. e não quis dizer caso entre amantes (apesar de se encaixar perfeitamente), mas sim caso de justiça. um assassinato mal explicado, 25 anos atrás. quando o oficial de justiça se aposenta, resolve escarafunchar no passado, com a desculpa de escrever um livro sobre o caso. digo desculpa porque assim ele pode reencontrar a juíza. e assim o filme segue. ótimo filme, diga-se. a cena da perseguição dentro do estádio já é antológica, inclusive criou-se a lenda de que seria um plano sequência, um tipo de cena onde a câmera é ligada no começo da cena e desligada só no final, sem nenhum corte, o ator não pode errar nenhuma fala, nenhum gesto, nada. pois é, lenda. o diretor já esclareceu que existem oito cortes na cena. só pra vocês verem como o filme é bom, a cena foi tão bem feita que houve dúvidas se seria ou não um plano sequência. enfim, é um ótimo filme, e mantém a tradição argentina de ótimo filmes. aliás, ganhou o oscar de melhor filme estrangeiro esse ano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;agora, a discussão piegas. uma&amp;nbsp;pulga que fica: será que é possível reiniciar um relacionamento 25 anos depois? nem digo partindo de onde se parou, porque não se para, né, a vida segue, todo mundo segue, ninguém fica parado. mas será que o amor se mantém intocável por 25 anos? ambos casaram, tiveram suas famílias, seguiram em frente. será que o amor resiste, guardado lá, na caixinha, no fundo do armário, esperando o momento oportuno de desatar a fita?* talvez até possa, pelo fato de não ter um passado, de não ter fantasmas no sótão, de não terem ficado pedras pelo caminho, dificultando. claro, o chavão básico da vida é se não tentar nunca vai saber, mas vamos um pouco além disso, será que o amor idealizado resiste ao tempo, resiste ao cotidiano? quero crer que sim, romântico que sou, mas daí a valer a pena são outros quinhentos. é preciso olhar sob outra perspectiva, enxergar outras possibilidades no amor, pra deixar de lado os 25 anos e todas as oportunidades (filhos, só pra ficar num exemplo) que ficaram para trás. pensar que terão mais 25 anos (a expectativa de vida hoje é bem maior e mais saudável do que 25 anos atrás) para construir uma nova história é um conforto, mas não uma resposta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;* desatar a fita: expressão que eu usava com uma amiga, anos atrás, quando ela me questionava quando eu iria me apaixonar, e eu dizia pra ela "calma, quando chegar a hora certa eu desato a fita, e aí tu vai ser a primeira a saber". depois disso, já desatei e reatei a fita várias vezes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-8467371531288216503?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/8467371531288216503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=8467371531288216503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: justify;"&gt;essa será uma série de longos posts dedicados à reflexão sobre filmes, livros e nossa &lt;i&gt;dolce vita&lt;/i&gt;. assisti uma sequência de filmes muito bons que despertaram o bichinho da reflexão: a &lt;a href="http://www.omelete.com.br/cine/100003276/A_casa_do_lago.aspx"&gt;casa do lago&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.cinepop.com.br/filmes/simplesmentecomplicado.php"&gt;simplesmente complicado&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://www.omelete.com.br/cine/100025402/Critica__O_Segredo_dos_Seus_Olhos_.aspx"&gt;o segredo dos seus olhos&lt;/a&gt;. todos sobre relacionamentos, em diferentes níveis, mas com várias conexões entre si. começo com simplesmente complicado. mas antes, uma pequena introdução.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ia colocar ficção &lt;i&gt;versus &lt;/i&gt;realidade, mas não creio que uma seja antagonista/opositora da outra. acho que as duas se complementam. a ficção se alimenta da realidade para existir, e a realidade usa a ficção como uma das referências para ir adiante. simplificando o que não dá &amp;nbsp;pra simplificar muito: a gente toca a vida baseado no que aprendemos e apreendemos dos outros, toma decisões a partir das nossas experiências anteriores e quando não temos a experiência, pedimos a ajuda dos "universitários", daqueles que estão na nossa volta, pedindo opiniões, recolhendo sugestões. e dentre os "outros" estão os filmes e livros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davesmoviereviews.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/ItsComplicated-movie-poster1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.davesmoviereviews.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/ItsComplicated-movie-poster1.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;simplesmente complicado. o título original, it's complicated, é um pouco mais feliz, aproxima mais da situação cotidiana. sempre que estamos conversando sobre relações, e estamos ou numa encruzilhada ou num beco sem saída, dizemos o clássico "é, complicado". um casal ficou casado por 25 anos, se separaram, ficaram 10 anos separados, e agora meio que se reencontraram. porque "meio que"? porque na real continuaram vivendo na mesma cidade, continuaram se encontrando eventualmente, têm 3 filhos. se reencontram num outro momento da vida. já têm carreiras profissionais sólidas, os filhos já estão criados, então o tempo começa a sobrar, ou a ser melhor aproveitado. eles começam a respirar novamente, depois de ficarem sufocados pela vida louca, pela correria alucinada que é criar os filhos e ascender profissionalmente. lá pelas tantas, no meio da correria, eles cansaram e cada um seguiu seu caminho, batalhando sozinho pelos seus sonhos, seus ideais. a pulga que ficou atrás da minha orelha, e que motivou essa reflexão, é a seguinte: quando eles decidiram ir cada um pro seu lado, quando eles desistiram de continuar construindo a vida juntos, batalhando juntos na alegria e na tristeza, será que passou pela cabeça deles algum dia se reencontrar e continuar? no filme, pela cabeça dela não, ficou 10 anos na terapia para entender e aceitar, mas na dele passou, assim que pintou problema no casamento atual, ele enxerga na ex uma luz nova, uma chance de ser feliz de novo, como eles foram, 35 anos atrás. a pergunta que o filme faz (e responde) e que eu me faço é: vale a pena dar uma segunda chance? se ele desistiu de batalhar junto, se preferiu o caminho "mais fácil", porque dar uma chance pra ele consertar, porque dar um passo para trás? ela seguiu em frente, enfrentou seus medos e fantasmas, cresceu, amadureceu, e está pronta pra continuar e tentar ser feliz. ele que continue no caminho que escolheu, que não se atravesse de novo no caminho dela. mas não é tão simples. estamos falando de sintonia, de momentos de vida. o que pode começar maravilhosamente bem e ter um futuro promissor e duradouro, com uma sintonia perfeita, ali na frente pode degringolar, e os momentos de vida já não serem os mesmos. o que começa como uma paixão avassaladora acaba num amor morno. pra deixar um pouco mais complicado (precisa?!), troquemos a paixão avassaladora por um amor arrasador, profundo, quase como uma ligação cármica. minha opinião sempre foi de que temos que batalhar juntos, superar juntos, construir juntos. se cada um segue seu caminho, o juntos perde o sentido, o amor perde a graça. mas de novo não é tão simples. o amor não acaba assim, num estalar de dedos. o desejo da vida em comum, da construção conjunta continua lá. sou um cara de opiniões fortes, de certezas, não costumo deixar muito espaço para dúvidas. mas ao mesmo tempo estou em constante construção, em constante aprendizado. uma amiga me disse que me acha contraditório. talvez essa seja umas das contradições. a verdade é que eu tinha uma certeza, e o filme me botou pra pensar, pra refletir. é, complicado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a seguir: o segredo dos seus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-5391708807612352664?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/5391708807612352664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=5391708807612352664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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justify;"&gt;olha só o que a &lt;a href="http://gazetaweb.globo.com/v2/noticias/texto_completo.php?c=198825"&gt;nasa&lt;/a&gt; descobriu: um gorila em marte!!! é, meu povo, se liguem que vamos ser invadidos logo, logo. e adivinhem qual país eles vão invadir primeiro?? a república das bananas!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gazetaweb.globo.com/Fotos/Noticias/050310gorila.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://gazetaweb.globo.com/Fotos/Noticias/050310gorila.jpg" width="320" /&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/7605419170734804233-5386142378190757468?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-8829617523047854128</id><published>2010-03-05T01:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T01:33:36.594-03:00</updated><title type='text'>estilo de vida</title><content type='html'>taí um casal com um estilo de vida alternativo, que me atrai. vejam o vídeo, entrem no &lt;a href="http://challengingyourdreams.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;, e comprem o &lt;a href="http://challengingyourdreams.com/?page_id=65"&gt;livro&lt;/a&gt;, pra ajudar eles. eu vou comprar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object 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adotados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;essa é pra quem gosta/tem gatos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/_zTlt8zc42d8/S4W_vmiy9MI/AAAAAAAAA_w/sEEz7U3WA_4/s1600-h/Get_Off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/S4W_vmiy9MI/AAAAAAAAA_w/sEEz7U3WA_4/s320/Get_Off.jpg" /&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/7605419170734804233-3814181195889962812?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/3814181195889962812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-8285708319460144241</id><published>2010-02-10T19:14:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:23:39.682-02:00</updated><title type='text'>presença de espírito</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="368" width="457"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://storage.mais.uol.com.br/embed.swf?mediaId=1362302&amp;start_loading=false&amp;start_paused=true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed width="457" height="368" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" src="http://storage.mais.uol.com.br/embed.swf?mediaId=1362302&amp;start_loading=false&amp;start_paused=true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;aconteceu na argentina, no município de tigre. o cara é fera mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-8285708319460144241?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/8285708319460144241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=8285708319460144241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/8285708319460144241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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uhuuuuuu!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sirocco.accuweather.com/adc_images2/english/feature/400x300/hotspot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sirocco.accuweather.com/adc_images2/english/feature/400x300/hotspot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p.s.: pra entender: 98º e110º são graus fahrenheit, que equivalem, respectivamente, a 37º e 44º, ou seja, temperatura máxima e sensação térmica.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. curioso: será que a vamos bater o recorde de 1º de janeiro de 1943, quando a máxima foi de 40,7º? O recorde da mínima já foi batido, 27,9º, registrado na última madrugada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-2253757160370902990?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/2253757160370902990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=2253757160370902990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/2253757160370902990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/2253757160370902990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2010/02/forno-alegre.html' title='forno alegre'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-7111948173049472429</id><published>2010-01-28T02:24:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:06:01.434-02:00</updated><title type='text'>dragão ou avião?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;frase da noite:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;"ela não é um dragão, é um avião."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;ou algo parecido. talvez o rex possa confirmar isso. ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;up: o rex desconfirmou, na verdade é:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"é melhor arriscar com um dragão ou com um avião?!"&lt;/span&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/7605419170734804233-7111948173049472429?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/7111948173049472429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=7111948173049472429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/7111948173049472429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/7111948173049472429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2010/01/dragao-ou-aviao.html' title='dragão ou avião?!?!'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-27721672920053552</id><published>2010-01-10T23:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:19:29.965-02:00</updated><title type='text'>500 dias com ela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://holyjunk.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/500-dias-com-ela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://holyjunk.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/500-dias-com-ela.jpg" width="258" /&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; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;500 dias com ela. no inglês, 500 days of summer. summer, no caso, é a protagonista, ou melhor, a antagonista, porque a premissa do filme é essa: eles não acabam juntos. como diz o cartaz, não é um filme de amor, é um filme sobre o amor. lá pelas tantas do filme, o cara diz: é f...tudo a nossa volta fala de amor, não tem como não pensar no amor. eu também penso assim, tudo é forma de dizer, claro, mas 90% do que ouvimos e lemos é sobre o amor. quem tá descornado se ferra bonito. não pode ouvir rádio, não pode ler, ver tv, tem que procurar bem pra encontrar um lugar que deixe o amor do lado de fora. buenas, voltando ao filme. apesar da mínima crítica, ele também fala de amor, talvez pra mostrar que não tem como fugir disso. e fala bem, mostra outro ponto de vista de uma relação, o fim inesperado, o vazio, a surpresa desagradável. há alguns diálogos bem interessantes, claro que não vou lembrar, mas vale a pena. infelizmente, tentei achar o trailer pra colocar aqui, mas a incorporação tá desativada (coisas de produtora medrosa), então fiquem com o clipe da música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5dqKQj14mXk&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&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/5dqKQj14mXk&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-27721672920053552?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/27721672920053552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=27721672920053552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/27721672920053552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/27721672920053552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2010/01/500-dias-com-ela.html' title='500 dias com ela'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-2283498266063658098</id><published>2010-01-06T02:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:49:35.642-02:00</updated><title type='text'>solos trágicos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://solostragicos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/S0QUkZJ3l2I/AAAAAAAAA_g/z_xRnd5Pgaw/s400/Solos+Tragicos+Banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;parece interessante. eu assisti a outra montagem deles, &lt;a href="http://depositodeteatro.blogspot.com/2008/06/uma-aventura-sobre-as-rvores-nobreza-em.html"&gt;o barão nas árvores&lt;/a&gt;, no meio de um parque de porto alegre, a redenção, onde o palco deles eram as árvores. bem bacana.&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/7605419170734804233-2283498266063658098?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/2283498266063658098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=2283498266063658098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/2283498266063658098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/2283498266063658098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2010/01/solos-tragicos.html' title='solos trágicos'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/S0QUkZJ3l2I/AAAAAAAAA_g/z_xRnd5Pgaw/s72-c/Solos+Tragicos+Banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-4993714936197745763</id><published>2009-12-13T03:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T03:37:23.150-02:00</updated><title type='text'>cinema = conforto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;o guion center é um complexo de cinema cultural em porto alegre. foi umas das primeiras (senão a primeira, preguiça de pesquisar) salas de cinema em porto alegre a NÃO dar espaço para enlatados, sejam americanos, franceses, brasileiros. só cinema-cabeça. ir pro guion era sinal de assistir algo bom, seja o que fosse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;- vamos no cinema?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;- vamos. que que tá passando de bom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;- não sei. podemos dar um pulo no guion e ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;- no guion? não, hoje não tou a fim de pensar. vamos no cinemark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;é um diálogo típico e clássico, todo portoalegrense já vivenciou isso. nos últimos tempos tava meio jogado às traças, depois que os filmes cabeças invadiram as salas multiplex (é, os tempos mudaram, os nerds contra-atacam). pois não é que o guion novamente surpreende e faz uma reforma de tirar o chapéu? olha essa foto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zerohora.clicrbs.com.br/rbs/image/7411015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://zerohora.clicrbs.com.br/rbs/image/7411015.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;incrível, né? só podia ser no guion mesmo. outra clássica deles: eles vendiam balas e quitutes, normal, cinema e comida andam juntos, mas tinham o cuidado de trocar a embalagem barulhenta por uma não barulhenta. abriam na tua frente e trocavam de embalagem. outro nível, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;link pra matéria completa &lt;a href="http://www.clicrbs.com.br/blog/jsp/default.jsp?source=DYNAMIC,blog.BlogDataServer,getBlog&amp;amp;uf=1&amp;amp;local=1&amp;amp;template=3948.dwt&amp;amp;section=Blogs&amp;amp;post=253868&amp;amp;blog=17&amp;amp;coldir=1&amp;amp;topo=3951.dwt"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&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/7605419170734804233-4993714936197745763?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/4993714936197745763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=4993714936197745763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4993714936197745763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4993714936197745763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/12/cinema-conforto.html' title='cinema = conforto'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-4471338105336740061</id><published>2009-12-07T19:06:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:13:44.520-02:00</updated><title type='text'>o sonho eterno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/graduation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/graduation.jpg" width="337" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/59/"&gt;aqui o link&lt;/a&gt;. gracias ao marcos que me mandou.&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/7605419170734804233-4471338105336740061?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/4471338105336740061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=4471338105336740061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4471338105336740061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4471338105336740061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-sonho-eterno.html' title='o sonho eterno'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-3083851378125390116</id><published>2009-12-07T04:34:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T04:48:05.010-02:00</updated><title type='text'>grandes esperanças</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;acabei de descobrir uma música que eu estava atrás fazia muito tempo. 2 anos, pra ser exato. é uma música do filme grandes esperanças, que acabo de assistir na tv. procurei muito essa música. é bom ter algo pra buscar, pra descobrir, algo inalcançável, nos deixa inquietos, com os sentidos aguçados (eu conhecia metade da música somente, e estou ouvindo nesse exato instante a outra metade...com os sentidos extremamente aguçados). bueno, deliciem-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UWj95T75Yh0&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&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/UWj95T75Yh0&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;pega a trilha &lt;a href="http://rs164.rapidshare.com/files/60013090/Soundtrack__Great_Expectations.rar"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/245392699/Great_Expectations__Score___Demonoid_.torrent.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; (torrent).&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/7605419170734804233-3083851378125390116?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/3083851378125390116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=3083851378125390116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/3083851378125390116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/3083851378125390116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/12/grandes-esperancas.html' title='grandes esperanças'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-3452965908113121931</id><published>2009-12-07T03:26:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T04:39:06.774-02:00</updated><title type='text'>gesualdo bufalino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;escrever, insinua a voz, não significa somente adular minutos com a cosmética do imaginário, mas alimentá-los com os nossos dejetos mentais, adorná-los viciosamente com as nossas máscaras negras. significa, portanto, de qualquer modo, uma culpa: talvez manchar as mãos de tinta seja como manchá-las com um pouco de sangue; um escritor nunca é inocente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloguecentelha.blogspot.com/2007/11/gesualdo-bufalino-uma-descoberta-tardia.html"&gt;gesualdo bufalino&lt;/a&gt;, cere perse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;é um autor meio desconhecido no brasil, parece que tem só dois livros traduzidos para o português, &lt;a href="http://www.submarino.com.br/produto/1/173167/disseminador+da+peste,+o"&gt;o disseminador da peste&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://www.submarino.com.br/produto/1/42902/mentiras+da+noite,+as"&gt;as mentiras da noite&lt;/a&gt;. este último achei num sebo, e o sebista nem sabia que existia outro dele em português. aliás, acho que o sebista foi meu colega na faculdade, não tenho certeza, e também não perguntei, sei que a funcionária/sócia com certeza foi minha colega. cidade pequena é assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;descoberta da ana, tradutora carioca&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/7605419170734804233-3452965908113121931?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/3452965908113121931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=3452965908113121931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/3452965908113121931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/3452965908113121931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/12/gesualdo-bufalino.html' title='gesualdo bufalino'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-1475056802249732401</id><published>2009-11-23T02:51:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T02:52:54.422-02:00</updated><title type='text'>fugir/fuji film</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"eu me empolguei e fuji do tópico, peço desculpas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;mais alguém lê o &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fuji&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;com entonação de quando lê fuji film?? tipo, fûji?? ou só eu que sou meio esquisito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;p.s. frase retirada de um grupo sobre tradução...é, deslizes acontecem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;p.s.2. fuji film, do tempo das câmeras fotográficas com filme em rolinho, de película, o rolinho da fuji era verdinho, super característico.&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/_zTlt8zc42d8/SwoUa5E5ncI/AAAAAAAAA-8/tFHTit8er3Q/s1600/fuji.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SwoUa5E5ncI/AAAAAAAAA-8/tFHTit8er3Q/s320/fuji.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7605419170734804233-1475056802249732401?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/1475056802249732401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=1475056802249732401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/1475056802249732401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/1475056802249732401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/11/fugirfuji-film.html' title='fugir/fuji film'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SwoUa5E5ncI/AAAAAAAAA-8/tFHTit8er3Q/s72-c/fuji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-3779196523457708959</id><published>2009-11-20T17:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:46:43.680-02:00</updated><title type='text'>surf no dilúvio ou não há limites para a loucura humana</title><content type='html'>é por isso que a raça humana não vai ser extinta, a não ser é claro que venha um mega asteroide e destrua tudo de uma vez, porque se sobrar uma caverninha o homem vira tatu e não morre. o ser humano é capaz das maiores proezas!! deem uma olhada no &lt;a href="http://www.restingbird.com.br/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; também, vale a visita, tem mais dois vídeos lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9UxGf-y_wYE&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&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/9UxGf-y_wYE&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/7605419170734804233-3779196523457708959?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/3779196523457708959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=3779196523457708959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/3779196523457708959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/3779196523457708959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/11/surf-no-diluvio-ou-nao-ha-limites-para.html' title='surf no dilúvio ou não há limites para a loucura humana'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-5356784272683333636</id><published>2009-11-19T17:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:01:17.058-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aposentado sai para comprar leite, se perde e dirige 700 km</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;hehehehee - já tou até me vendo fazendo coisas assim...a bordo de um galaxie, claro!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Aposentado sai para comprar leite, se perde e dirige 700 km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Um aposentado deu um susto na família ao se perder e dirigir mais de 700 km durante uma "saidinha" para comprar leite na cidade de Yass, perto de Canberra, no sudeste da Austrália. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Eric Steward, 80 anos, saiu da casa de amigos, onde estava hospedado, pouco depois das 7h da manhã da segunda-feira para comprar leite para o café da manhã. Mesmo perdido, ele decidiu continuar dirigindo para desfrutar da "viagem agradável e tranquila". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O aposentado só parou após quase sete horas de viagem, em Avalon, a 600 km de seu ponto de partida, quando o carro já começava a ficar sem gasolina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Estão fazendo muito barulho (sobre esse caso). Eu apenas saí da estrada para uma viagem agradável e tranquila, e nunca esperei que virasse tudo isso", "Eu não me preocupo com as coisas. Quando você chega aos 80 anos, não importa muito." disse nesta quarta-feira, entre risadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;[retirado do &lt;a href="http://www.poprock.com.br/blog.php?c=129"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; da poprock] &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/7605419170734804233-5356784272683333636?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/5356784272683333636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=5356784272683333636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5356784272683333636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5356784272683333636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/11/aposentado-sai-para-comprar-leite-se.html' title='Aposentado sai para comprar leite, se perde e dirige 700 km'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-5488474523853833466</id><published>2009-11-10T01:51:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T02:20:17.208-02:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween brazuca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tem muito pra falar da última viagem que fiz, pros &lt;a href="http://www.bemtevibrasil.com.br/aparados.html"&gt;aparados da serra&lt;/a&gt; e seus maravilhosos cânions (e suas pedras mortíferas). mas por agora, falarei sobre um detalhe ínfimo da viagem. pra chegar nos aparados, passamos por são francisco de paula, vulga são xico, cidadezinha do interior, nada demais (pra quem é de fora, claro - obviamente ela deve ter seus encantos e seus mistérios, né, baixinha?). era 31 de outubro, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dia_das_bruxas"&gt;dia das bruxas&lt;/a&gt; ou, como é chamado lá fora, halloween day. aqui não temos muito essa tradição, foi um dia "importado", incorporado ao nosso calendário. lá fora, no halloween, as crianças se fantasiam e saem pelas casas perguntando trick or treat, doce ou travessura, e geralmente as pessoas se preparam com doces e esperam as crianças baterem nas suas portas e entregar os doces. aqui eu nunca tinha visto isso. não até o último 31. lá em são xico, enquanto passávamos pela cidade, vi umas 5 crianças, todas fantasiadas, batendo na porta e as pessoas dando doces!!! sim, as pessoas estavam preparadas!!! por isso que eu digo, eu adoro cidade grande, não pretendo sair dela, mas o interior tem seu valor. ah, se tem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-5488474523853833466?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/5488474523853833466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=5488474523853833466&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5488474523853833466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5488474523853833466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-brazuca.html' title='halloween brazuca'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-4035377455628675182</id><published>2009-11-09T17:34:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:38:58.356-02:00</updated><title type='text'>em tempos de copa do mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;já imaginaram, né, como vai ser o atendimento por esse brasil afora durante a copa do mundo. nem com o bom e velho português a gente consegue se entender, quem dirá com as outras línguas (inglês, francês, alemão, italiano - nem vou falar do espanhol, porque esse vai virar portunhol sem dó nem piedade). o diálogo abaixo é antigo, de 1997, mas cai como uma luva. quero só ver como vai ser. vamos rir muito depois, com os relatos fresquinhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Room Service (RS): "Morny. Ruin sorbees"&lt;br /&gt;Guest (G): "Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service"&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Rye..Ruin sorbees..morny! Djewish to odor sunteen?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "Uh..yes..I'&lt;wbr&gt;d like some bacon and eggs"&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Ow July den?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Ow July den?...pry, boy, pooch?"&lt;br /&gt;G : "Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry, scrambled please."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Ow July dee bayhcem...crease?&lt;wbr&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;G: "Crisp will be fine."&lt;br /&gt;RS : "Hokay. An San tos?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;RS: "San tos. July San tos?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "I don't think so"&lt;br /&gt;RS: "No? Judo one toes?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what 'judo one toes' means."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Toes! toes!...why djew Don Juan toes? Ow bow singlish mopping we bother?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "English muffin! I've got it! You were saying 'Toast.' Fine. Yes,&lt;br /&gt;an English muffin will be fine."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "We bother?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "No..just put the bother on the side."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Wad?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "I mean butter... just put it on the side."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Copy?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "Sorry?"&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Copy... tea... mill?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "Yes. Coffee please, and that's all."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "One Minnie. Ass ruin torino fee, strangle ache, crease baychem,&lt;br /&gt;tossy singlish mopping we bother honey sigh, and copy.... rye?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "Whatever you say"&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Tendjewberrymud"&lt;br /&gt;G : "You're welcome."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-4035377455628675182?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/4035377455628675182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=4035377455628675182&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4035377455628675182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4035377455628675182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/11/em-tempos-de-copa-do-mundo.html' title='em tempos de copa do mundo'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-287409933851951342</id><published>2009-10-27T01:52:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T02:08:09.917-02:00</updated><title type='text'>cointreau + dita von teese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SuZum2xQ33I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/yBs2odsxceg/s1600-h/ditaconintreau.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SuZum2xQ33I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/yBs2odsxceg/s400/ditaconintreau.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397122817266343794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;essa imagem vale por mil doses de cointreau!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a dita von teese é uma performer, faz shows de strip-tease, mas à moda antiga, burlesco, teatral (fico me perguntando qual strip não é teatral...). enfim, quem tá bancando essa maravilha não podia ser outro que não o doce e magnífico cointreau. ela é a nova &lt;a href="http://www.cointreau.com/news/dita-von-teese-ambassador-of-cointreau-284.html"&gt;embaixadora&lt;/a&gt; do cointreau, e tá viajando o mundo, apresentando o seu show. bem interessante. quem nunca imaginou uma mulher linda e nua adornando um drink?? o país da vez é o brasil, dia 28, em sampa, só para vips. deixo uma dose do show pra vocês se deliciarem!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/enDcdxq3r8k&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/enDcdxq3r8k&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-287409933851951342?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/287409933851951342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=287409933851951342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/287409933851951342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/287409933851951342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/10/cointreau-dita-von-teese.html' title='cointreau + dita von teese'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SuZum2xQ33I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/yBs2odsxceg/s72-c/ditaconintreau.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-7078938398170134640</id><published>2009-10-20T03:31:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T04:14:28.581-02:00</updated><title type='text'>o primeiro beijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;cena de mad men (episódio 308, souvenir):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;betts (mãe): quero que saiba que ernie hanson é um bom garoto, mas não quero que fique beijando garotos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sally (filha): não beijei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;betts: e não se beija garotos. eles que te beijam. o primeiro beijo é muito especial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sally: mas eu já dei. já era.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;betts: você terá muitos primeiros beijos. e vai querer que sejam especiais, para você lembrar. é assim que começa a conhecer alguém, e cada beijo nele será uma sombra daquele primeiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;uma sombra. é, realmente. os primeiros beijos sempre são especiais. claro que sempre haverão outros maravilhosos ao longo da relação, mas o primeiro sempre será o primeiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"eles que te beijam". um conceito da década de 1950 muito em voga hoje em dia. esta frase resume todo um sentimento em relação a revolução sexual da década de 1970, que conquistou direitos e liberdades para as mulheres, e que algumas, não contentes com essas conquistas, preferem continuar vivendo na década de 1950, esperando o príncipe encantado matar todos os dragões, para só depois viverem felizes para sempre. um conselho para as desavisadas: assistam shrek, e talvez percebam que os "príncipes encantados" não estão mais interessados em brancas de neve, belas adormecidas, rapunzéis da vida. a felicidade eterna é aqui, na ralação diária. princesa fiona é o que há.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-7078938398170134640?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/7078938398170134640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=7078938398170134640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/7078938398170134640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/7078938398170134640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-primeiro-beijo.html' title='o primeiro beijo'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-5768798780094063742</id><published>2009-10-16T12:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:31:38.978-03:00</updated><title type='text'>fun theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;se alguém ainda tem dúvida que o que realmente interessa às pessoas é a diversão, o entretenimento, o lazer, assista ao vídeo e tire suas próprias conclusões. é muito legal ver a escada rolante às moscas. catei &lt;a href="http://maryvillano.blogspot.com/2009/10/escada-de-metro-e-transformada-em-piano.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lXh2n0aPyw&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;color1=0x6699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed wmode="opaque" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lXh2n0aPyw&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;color1=0x6699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="349" width="425"&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/7605419170734804233-5768798780094063742?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/5768798780094063742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=5768798780094063742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5768798780094063742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5768798780094063742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-theory.html' title='fun theory'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-8488795581435024247</id><published>2009-10-15T03:24:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T03:56:38.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>the office forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tempos atrás eu disse &lt;a href="http://queseje.blogspot.com/2007/08/take-what-you-can-give-nothing-back.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; que tinha visto a cena de casamento mais romântica da história do cinema. continua sendo. mas a que eu acabei de ver coloca aquela na segunda posição. é por isso que eu adoro essa série (the office), eles sabem a medida exata de fazer rir e emocionar. o casamento do jim e da pam não poderia ser diferente do que foi. fora de série.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fX7iwwB9zQ4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fX7iwwB9zQ4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&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;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;esse aqui é o vídeo original, que eles comentam na série que assistiram no youtube. muito show. se vocês colocarem wedding dance no youtube, vão ver muita coisa legal. valsa tradicional? já era.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-8488795581435024247?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/8488795581435024247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=8488795581435024247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/8488795581435024247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/8488795581435024247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/10/office-forever.html' title='the office forever'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-1974852113160492225</id><published>2009-10-13T00:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:29:15.121-03:00</updated><title type='text'>recuerdos de la playa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/StP-EbFmsaI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ris_JXdv1qk/s1600-h/p%C3%A9s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/StP-EbFmsaI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ris_JXdv1qk/s400/p%C3%A9s.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391932530836812194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gelaaaaaaaaada!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/StP-DeYIgoI/AAAAAAAAA9A/AdOXdlz4VbM/s1600-h/corda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/StP-DeYIgoI/AAAAAAAAA9A/AdOXdlz4VbM/s400/corda.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391932514539963010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vocês sabiam que é uma corda que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;segura o mar pra ele não ir embora?!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/StP-D0pcjCI/AAAAAAAAA9I/e88sWnX7aLQ/s1600-h/mar.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/StP-D0pcjCI/AAAAAAAAA9I/e88sWnX7aLQ/s400/mar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391932520518159394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;devo ter sido uma &lt;a href="http://desciclo.pedia.ws/wiki/Tatuíra"&gt;tatuíra&lt;/a&gt; em outra vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque eu simplesmente não VIVO sem MAR!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-1974852113160492225?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/1974852113160492225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=1974852113160492225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/1974852113160492225'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>feriadinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;vamos&lt;/span&gt; a la playa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-6141606383887862765?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/6141606383887862765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=6141606383887862765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/6141606383887862765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/6141606383887862765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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do corretor ortográfico do word 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;saiu a atualização do corretor ortográfico para o word 2007, segundo as regras da nova ortografia. agora, ninguém mais vai ter uma idéia errada, só ideia certa (percebo agora que o blogger ainda não atualizou o seu corretor – a microsoft na frente do google? não é algo que se veja todo dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mesmo que ainda hajam buracos negríssimos nessa reforma, vale a pena instalar. pra baixar, clica &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/downloads/details.aspx?FamilyId=DF0AF8D5-A8DA-4938-8A44-E8BE7C8EEAEF&amp;amp;displaylang=pt-br"&gt;aqui&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/7605419170734804233-6875509030011647396?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-8474802929713208423</id><published>2009-10-06T15:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:10:20.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'>workaholics x apaixonados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;encontrei uma reflexão interessante sobre a diferença entre workaholics e apaixonados pelo trabalho. sigo a mesma linha de pensamento. eu amo o que faço, diagramação e revisão (quiçá um dia tradução). já exerci várias outras atividades (tesoureiro, bibliotecário, pintor, secretário, motorista, agricultor, professor) e nenhuma delas nem chegou perto de me dar o prazer que diagramar/revisar dá. corrigir os erros alheios, encontrar a melhor forma de expressar uma idéia, diagramar um livro de forma que o leitor não sinta nenhuma interferência na leitura, consiga focar 100% da sua atenção no que está lendo, isso me realiza, isso me faz ficar 18h na frente do computador, sem nem sentir o tranco – claro que uma cadeira super confortável e uma mesa sob medida ajudam bastante... ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;deixo uma palhinha da coluna do &lt;a href="http://www.luli.com.br/textos/artigos-revista-webdesign/workaholics-e-apaixonados-sutis-diferencas/trackback/"&gt;cara&lt;/a&gt;, pra ver se vale a pena ir lá e ler toda ela:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"O trabalho é uma relação, por isso deve ser encarado como jogo, não como conquista. O indivíduo que chamamos de workaholic na verdade não é viciado em trabalho, mas na estrutura artificial que a empresa proporciona a ele. Na maioria das vezes são pessoas de personalidade fraca, que não teriam como se relacionar com os outros em um ambiente social em que todos são iguais. Por isso se refugiam nas empresas, que, espertas, lhes dão um cargo pomposo no cartão de visitas, propiciam alguns mimos corporativos e demandam do infeliz atitudes sobre-humanas para que possam sustentar seu vício.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muito diferente deles são aquelas pessoas normais, que simplesmente deram a sorte de se apaixonar pelo que fazem. Tudo o que esses afortunados precisam é de uma boa estrutura para brincar. Se tiverem um ambiente propício, serão produtivos pouco importa seu cargo. Caso contrário, não há dinheiro que compre sua felicidade."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p.s. motorista é um caso de amor e ódio, amo dirigir, mas na estrada, na folga, a passeio, numa noite estrelada ou até mesmo chuvosa. achei que por isso não teria problema, iria gostar de trabalhar como motorista, mas não. pra ganhar o pão de cada dia, no way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-8474802929713208423?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/8474802929713208423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=8474802929713208423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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luz de velas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;não, não pensem besteira. não foi nada romântico. níver da mami, padrinho da fronteira de visita, não podia faltar o churras. claro que hoje tinha que cair o maior temporal da história na cidade. tá, meio exagerado, mas metade da cidade ficou sem luz. óóóbvio que aqui também. eu, como legítimo guri de apartamento, já tava desisitindo, quando o padrinho falou "vai lá no boteco e traz todas as velas que tiver". rá. e fez-se um ótimo churras à luz de velas. inesquecível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-5725802652610181707?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/5725802652610181707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-5879260531463318155</id><published>2009-10-04T23:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:42:28.274-03:00</updated><title type='text'>níver da mami</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;festa de família é sempre legal, sempre tem várias histórias engraçadas, e hoje não foi diferente. festinha básica, só os de casa, e mesmo assim bem divertida. como a maioria já passou da terceira idade há horas, começou com o lamúrio natural e histórias de doenças, hospitais, injeções...olhava a cena e pensava: vai melhorar, vai melhorar. ainda bem que deus não é surdo!! depois de várias histórias, inclusive uma misteriosa (a tia não conseguiu contar, começou e não parou mais de rir, incrível), chegou a hora do parabéns a você e dos presentes. o pai entregou um pacotinho, óóóóó geral, ela abriu, uma correntinha de ouro, mais óóóóó geral, aquele sorriso de canto de boca da mãe, aí ela conta que uma vez ele deu 3 (sim, eu disse TRÊS) anéis-aliança pra ela, um de cada pedra, super exagerado. aí ele interrompeu a história, dizendo que nunca sabia se ela ia gostar ou não, então sempre tinha dois ou três presentes. parênteses: vocês já imaginaram o estresse dele todo ano? e o amor pra fazer tudo isso todo ano? se eu conseguir 10% de amor assim na vida já me dou por feliz. fecha parênteses. aí ela começa a ladainha costumeira dela, não precisava, já tenho outras correntes, dá pra trocar, nesse instante o pai dá um sorriso, mete a mão no bolso e tira outro pacote. não vou colocar o óóó aqui porque não vai caber. comoção geral. ela se perde, não sabe se abre o pacote, se reclama, se sorri, totalmente perdida. abre e ganha uma aliança de diamante. até ensaia uma ladainha, de que não cabe no dedo certo, mas logo é abafada pelo delírio geral, e quando coloca no outro dedo abre um sorriso. é, acho que ela não vai trocar. mais tarde, de canto, o pai confessa que não sabia como ia dar o segundo presente, aí quando ela começou com a história dos presentes foi perfeito. realmente, parece que ensaiaram. como a vida é bela, não? não tem como não querer ser feliz desse jeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-5879260531463318155?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/5879260531463318155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=5879260531463318155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5879260531463318155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5879260531463318155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/10/niver-da-mami.html' title='níver da mami'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-5379340648883248541</id><published>2009-10-03T01:20:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:59:34.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'>scarlett johansson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fashioncopious.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54ef96453883401156e3561cf970c-800wi"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 227px;" src="http://fashioncopious.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54ef96453883401156e3561cf970c-800wi" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;scarlett johansson. já não bastasse ela ser esplendorosamente linda, ainda canta - e bem!!!! nem vou falar sobre o carisma dela, sobre a atuação dela nas telas, vai parecer que tou babando ovo demais. esse novo single, pra lançar o disco, é algo fabuloso, fora da casinha!!! a voz aveludada, a melodia impecável, perfeita pra embalar a dois na pista, tudo perfeito. como sou um cara bonzinho (e puta fã), aí tá a lista das músicas do disco com seus respectivos vídeos no youtube (as que não tiverem link é porque não achei, óóóóbvio). e &lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=1BR7T0NN"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; tem o link pra baixar o disco. e láááá embaixo tem a tradução da música fofa. interessante. ainda mais agora. mas não é hora de filosofar sobre a vida, nem o lugar. enjoy it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SsbZ487KGAI/AAAAAAAAA84/v5hScBbAGnw/s1600-h/breakup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SsbZ487KGAI/AAAAAAAAA84/v5hScBbAGnw/s320/breakup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388233576645531650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;break up / pete yorn e scarlett johansson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XCx5sOj7SlA"&gt;relator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. wear and tear&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2j94JioBlLQ"&gt;i don´t know what to do&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLDtAsguhgw"&gt;search your heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8CNvyz6dS4"&gt;blackie´s dead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dq2XtJ1fzk4"&gt;i am the cosmos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q2IJOvwj6OI"&gt;shampoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. clean&lt;br /&gt;9. someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XCx5sOj7SlA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XCx5sOj7SlA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;relator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando eu te conheci, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu não sabia o que fazer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu estava cansada, eu estava com fome, eu luto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agora eu estou distante, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu escrevo para casa todos os dias e eu vejo você na tv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;à noite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;você pode ver que a vida é algo para nós conversarmos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;você pode partir quando você quiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whoa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bem, você não se relaciona comigo, não garota. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;você não me respeita, não garota. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não garota. oh yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando eu te conheci, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu não sabia o que fazer, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas percebi que eu realmente não senti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agora você está distante, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;você escreve para casa todos os dias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu não imploro, não pego emprestado, eu roubo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;você não pensa que a vida é algo para nós conversarmos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;você pode partir quando você quiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;você quer sair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bem, você não se relaciona comigo, não garota. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;você não me respeita, não garota. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(você pode partir quando quiser) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e você não se relaciona comigo, não garota. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e você não me respeita, não garota. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(você pode partir quando quiser) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não, você não se relaciona comigo, não garota. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e você não me respeita, não garota. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não garota. yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-5379340648883248541?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/5379340648883248541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=5379340648883248541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5379340648883248541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5379340648883248541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/10/scarlett-johansson.html' title='scarlett johansson'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SsbZ487KGAI/AAAAAAAAA84/v5hScBbAGnw/s72-c/breakup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-9027079373866495245</id><published>2009-10-02T16:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:13:23.044-03:00</updated><title type='text'>frase da noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;há muito, muito tempo atrás, três jovens amigos saíam pela noite, a beber, caminhar e filosofar sobre a imensidão do cosmos. nessas noites, sempre havia a "frase da noite", uma pérola dita por um dos três, pra simbolizar toda a divagação. infelizmente foram registros efêmeros, que se perderam na imensidão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;agora, volta e meia, quando ouço ou digo uma pérola, me lembro dos três jovens, dos tempos que ficaram, da frase da noite. o que deixo com vocês é &lt;s&gt;a frase da tarde&lt;/s&gt; algo parecido:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a vida ensina a quem quer aprender!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-9027079373866495245?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/9027079373866495245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=9027079373866495245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/9027079373866495245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/9027079373866495245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/10/frase-da-noite.html' title='frase da noite'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-7349636329669311608</id><published>2009-10-01T17:50:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:47:19.352-03:00</updated><title type='text'>radicci</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SsUg9rR0nKI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/WMAi3nOwimA/s1600-h/092609222704-00.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;acho interior muito...interior!! mas que tem suas vantagens, ah, isso lá tem. fui visitar minha irmãzinha, e não é que tinha uma janta italiana nos esperando? um legítimo filó italiano. &lt;a href="http://www.familiapiccoli.com/origem_do_filo.htm"&gt;filó&lt;/a&gt; era quando os imigrantes italianos se reuniam ao final do dia na casa de um deles, pra conversar sobre o dia e beber o vinhozinho sagrado. enquanto os homens ficavam num canto, as mulheres ficavam na cozinha, preparando a comida, bebendo vinho (alguém aqui acha que as italianas eram bobas?) e "filando" a lã e o linho pra fazer as roupas. bueno, voltando ao filó que fui, claro que não era só comida e vinho que tinha lá. tava lá também o italiano mais irreverente desses pagos: &lt;a href="http://www.radicci.com.br/"&gt;radicci&lt;/a&gt;. diversão pura, o cara é muito criativo. e adivinhem qual foi a mesa que ele escolheu pra brincar, dentre as 35 presentes? rá, óbvio que a nossa. não podia ter sido melhor. infelizmente, as fotos do celular tão uma caca, e a foto oficial tá meio "espichada" (interior tem disso, gente que não sabe mexer nos programas direito), mas como recordação tá ótimo. valeu muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SsUb_Vs2HjI/AAAAAAAAA7g/SSfz_a3pv3s/s400/Radicci+em+Nova+Ara.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387743304189615666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mio cunha, radicci, mia irmãzinha, io&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SsUfIruuEBI/AAAAAAAAA7o/kKUNK880gPY/s400/radicci+mesa.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387746763256762386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;radicci na nossa mesa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SsUfIzJycqI/AAAAAAAAA7w/oose1oU2kRQ/s400/vinho.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387746765249344162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;esse vinho tava muito bom, como meu cunha tava dirigindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e minha irmã não bebe muito, infelizmente tive que beber sozinho...  ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SsUg-PHc8qI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/4D2xKzz26eA/s400/092609225409-00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387748782800433826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SsUg9rR0nKI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/WMAi3nOwimA/s1600-h/092609222704-00.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;o começo do baile depois do filó&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-7349636329669311608?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/7349636329669311608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=7349636329669311608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/7349636329669311608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/7349636329669311608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/10/radicci.html' title='radicci'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SsUb_Vs2HjI/AAAAAAAAA7g/SSfz_a3pv3s/s72-c/Radicci+em+Nova+Ara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-8108113595550957690</id><published>2009-09-28T00:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:09:14.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pra quem gosta de refri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;eu que adoro fanta, me ferrei bonito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sete refrigerantes têm substância cancerígena, revela pesquisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em uma pesquisa com 24 refrigerantes, a &lt;a href="http://www.proteste.org.br/bebidas/mpf-investiga-benzeno-no-refrigerante-s485741.htm"&gt;Pro Teste&lt;/a&gt; - Associação Brasileira de Defesa do Consumidor - verificou que sete têm benzeno, substância potencialmente cancerígena. O benzeno surge da reação do ácido benzoico com a vitamina C. Como não há regra para a quantidade do composto em refrigerantes, usou-se o limite para água potável: 5 microgramas por litro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Os casos mais preocupantes foram o da Sukita Zero, que tinha 20 microgramas, e o da Fanta Light, com 7,5 microgramas. Os outros cinco produtos estavam abaixo desse limite. São eles: Dolly Guaraná, Dolly Guaraná Diet, Fanta Laranja, Sprite Zero e Sukita.&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/7605419170734804233-8108113595550957690?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/8108113595550957690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=8108113595550957690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/8108113595550957690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/8108113595550957690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/09/pra-quem-gosta-de-refri.html' title='pra quem gosta de refri'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-8153092629554961865</id><published>2009-09-25T09:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:23:21.809-03:00</updated><title type='text'>that's it</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/35H4-AR010k&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/35H4-AR010k&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;réquiem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ah, meus senhores, continuem a ludibriar-me com essa tal felicidade, e então façam cair sobre meu teto a tempestade escondida no olhar. em meio às nuvens densas carregadas surgirá o relâmpago e esse não terá clemência perante nossos mais profundos e sinceros desejos. aqui, dentro da escuridão do claustro, eu me pergunto: onde eu te encontro? eu me nego a deixar tua lembrança se apagar, e resisto aos ventos da madrugada, que sacodem as copas das árvores com uma violência tal que me fazem estremecer. mas não abrirei mão da centelha que acendeste no dia em que te vi pela primeira vez, e que me acompanhará ad eternum pelos labirintos que chamamos vida. sofro menos do que imaginava, e talvez mais do que gostaria. mãos calejadas tateiam o ar, em busca das ferramentas que levam o corpo pra longe e deixam a mente amortecida, mas só encontram paredes de pedra...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vanessa da Mata - Boa Sorte / Good Luck / Vanessa Da Mata feat. Ben Harper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É só isso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tem mais jeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acabou, boa sorte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenho o que dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São só palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o que eu sinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não mudará&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É demais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É pesado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irreais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expectativas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desleais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's over, Good luck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have nothing left to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what l feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Won't change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything you want to give me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's heavy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All you want from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expectations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É demais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É pesado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irreais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expectativas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desleais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo, se segure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero que se cure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dessa pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que o aconselha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há um desencontro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veja por esse ponto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há tantas pessoas especiais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now even if you hold yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you to get cured&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From this person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who poisoned you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a disconnection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See through this point of view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many special people in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many special people in the world in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything you want to give me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É demais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É pesado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's heavy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All you want from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irreais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;isn't real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expectativas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expectations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desleais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we're Falling into the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um bom encontro é de dois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-SIZE: 15px"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-8153092629554961865?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/8153092629554961865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=8153092629554961865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/8153092629554961865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/8153092629554961865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/09/thats-it.html' title='that&apos;s it'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-5619350211709022345</id><published>2009-09-24T21:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:35:46.959-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a vida tem sempre razão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a vida é feita de &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;paixão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, sem paixão, sei não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;há sempre que renovar o &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; que está no pulmão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e deixar o sangue correr livre pelo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;coração&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bK1kgWp65IA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bK1kgWp65IA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sei lá a vida tem sempre razão / Toquinho e Vinícius de Moraes / Miúcha, Tom Jobim e Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tem dias que eu fico pensando na vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;E sinceramente não vejo saída &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Como é por exemplo que dá pra entender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A gente mal nasce e começa a morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Depois da chegada vem sempre a partida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Porque não há nada sem separação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sei lá, sei lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A vida é uma grande ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sei lá, sei lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eu só sei que ela está com a razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sei lá, sei lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A vida é uma grande ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sei lá, sei lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Só sei que ela está com a razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ninguém nunca sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Que males se apronta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fazendo de conta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fingindo esquecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Que nada renasce antes que se acabe&lt;br /&gt;O sol que desponta tem que anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;De nada adianta ficar-se de fora&lt;br /&gt;A hora do sim é um descuido do não&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, sei lá&lt;br /&gt;Eu só sei que é preciso paixão&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, sei lá,&lt;br /&gt;A vida tem sempre razão&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, sei lá&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que é preciso paixão&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, sei lá,&lt;br /&gt;A vida tem sempre razão&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, sei lá,&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, sei lá,&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, sei lá, Sei lá, sei não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-5619350211709022345?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/5619350211709022345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=5619350211709022345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5619350211709022345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5619350211709022345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/09/vida-tem-sempre-razao_24.html' title='a vida tem sempre razão'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-3006013500151425474</id><published>2009-09-23T12:22:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:14:04.879-03:00</updated><title type='text'>carmina burana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;absolutamente imperdível!!!&lt;/span&gt; umas das obras clássicas mais pop que conheço, ouvir em casa já é algo, ouvir ao vivo, sentindo a emoção da orquestra ali pertinho, é indescritível. como diria um espectador, altamente emocionado, na última apresentação que fui (sim, sempre vou), assim que acabou, foi o primeiro a se levantar e gritar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;bravo!! bravíssimo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aí embaixo tem dois vídeos. o primeiro, da obra completa. esse vale a pena ver em tela cheia, clica ali no cantinho direito embaixo, e deleite-se. o segundo, do trecho mais famoso, ó fortuna. é de chorar de tão bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.das.ufsc.br/~sumar/perfumaria/Carmina_Burana/carmina_burana.htm"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; tem a tradução completa da letra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;essa apresentação vai estar ótima, vai ter até balé. quem puder ir, não deve perder por nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;serviço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que: carmina burana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quem: orquestra sesi, coro infanto-juvenil do prelúdio, coro da ufrgs, coro sinfônico, grupo de percussão da ospa e ballet concerto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;onde: teatro do sesi, porto alegre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando: 27 de setembro, domingo, 19h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quanto: R$ 50, R$ 30 e R$ 20&lt;br /&gt;onde comprar: farmásia do sesi e livrarias porto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;som na caixa, dj!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QEllLECo4OM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed wmode="opaque" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QEllLECo4OM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xscsuuKF6ZE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed wmode="opaque" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xscsuuKF6ZE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"   style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;  font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ó fortuna&lt;br /&gt;és como a lua&lt;br /&gt;mutável,&lt;br /&gt;sempre aumentas&lt;br /&gt;e diminuis;&lt;br /&gt;a detestável vida&lt;br /&gt;ore escurece&lt;br /&gt;e ora clareia&lt;br /&gt;por brincadeira a mente;&lt;br /&gt;miséria,&lt;br /&gt;poder,&lt;br /&gt;ela os funde como gelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorte monstruosa&lt;br /&gt;e vazia,&lt;br /&gt;tu – roda volúvel –&lt;br /&gt;és má,&lt;br /&gt;vã é a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;sempre dissolúvel,&lt;br /&gt;nebulosa&lt;br /&gt;e velada&lt;br /&gt;também a mim contagias;&lt;br /&gt;agora por brincadeira&lt;br /&gt;o dorso nu&lt;br /&gt;entrego à tua perversidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sorte na saúde&lt;br /&gt;e virtude&lt;br /&gt;agora me é contrária.&lt;br /&gt;dá&lt;br /&gt;e tira&lt;br /&gt;mantendo sempre escravizado.&lt;br /&gt;nesta hora&lt;br /&gt;sem demora&lt;br /&gt;tange a corda vibrante;&lt;br /&gt;porque a sorte&lt;br /&gt;abate o forte,&lt;br /&gt;chorais todos comigo!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"   style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;  font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&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/7605419170734804233-3006013500151425474?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/3006013500151425474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=3006013500151425474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/3006013500151425474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/3006013500151425474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/09/carmina-burana.html' title='carmina burana'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-5771909369852120568</id><published>2009-09-23T00:21:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:43:16.665-03:00</updated><title type='text'>primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;como não podia deixar de ser, pra marcar o início da estação que eu mais gosto (não espalha, mas eu digo isso pra todas), um jogo que começou morrinha e que acabou bom, com direito a vitória de virada e com gol meu. mazahhhhhh!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;morrinha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;adjetivo de dois gêneros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="D_N_DEF2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8. b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="D_DEF"&gt;&lt;span id="D_RUB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ras. gír. v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;maçante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="D_N_DEF2"&gt;&lt;span id="D_BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="D_N_DEF2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10.b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="D_DEF"&gt;&lt;span id="D_RUB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ras. gír. p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;reguiçoso; lerdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e como não podia faltar uma música, vamos com o colossal e eterno tim maia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sfAFiJ9EE-Y&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sfAFiJ9EE-Y&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&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;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;Tim Maia / Cassiano e Sílvio Rochael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quando o inverno chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eu quero estar junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;Pode o outono voltar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero estar junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;Porque (é primavera)&lt;br /&gt;Te amo (é primavera)&lt;br /&gt;Te amo meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Trago esta rosa (para te dar)&lt;br /&gt;Trago esta rosa (para te dar)&lt;br /&gt;Trago esta rosa (para te dar)&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o céu está tão lindo (sai chuva)&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o céu está tão lindo (meu amor)&lt;/span&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/7605419170734804233-5771909369852120568?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/5771909369852120568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=5771909369852120568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5771909369852120568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5771909369852120568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/09/primavera.html' title='primavera'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-6969360161069925153</id><published>2009-09-22T23:57:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:17:35.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'>hino brasileiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;vocês sabiam que a introdução do hino brasileiro teve uma letra, cantada inclusive pelos alunos dos colégios, na época? confere o depoimento da ana arcanjo. e se quiser saber mais sobre o hino, vai lá no &lt;a href="http://www.independenciaoumorte.com.br/node/575"&gt;portal do ipiranga&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/slRqmtdEYHY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/slRqmtdEYHY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;segundo o aurélio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;buril: instrumento de gravador, usado na execução de gravuras em metal e em  madeira de topo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;lábaro: bandeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;sus: eia; coragem; ânimo [no caso, avante]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;a letra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espera o Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Que todos cumprais&lt;br /&gt;Com o vosso dever.&lt;br /&gt;Eia avante, brasileiros,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre avante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gravai com buril&lt;br /&gt;Nos pátrios anais&lt;br /&gt;Do vosso poder.&lt;br /&gt;Eia avante, brasileiros,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre avante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Servi o Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Sem esmorecer,&lt;br /&gt;Com ânimo audaz&lt;br /&gt;Cumpri o dever,&lt;br /&gt;Na guerra e na paz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;À sombra da lei,&lt;br /&gt;À brisa gentil&lt;br /&gt;O lábaro erguei&lt;br /&gt;Do belo Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;Eia sus, oh sus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 18px; font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-6969360161069925153?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/6969360161069925153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=6969360161069925153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/6969360161069925153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/6969360161069925153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/09/hino-brasileiro.html' title='hino brasileiro'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-8284894763474579507</id><published>2009-09-22T01:45:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T02:19:31.820-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cointreau não!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SrhY8r482pI/AAAAAAAAA7A/JT5yMZMrzZ0/s1600-h/cointreau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SrhY8r482pI/AAAAAAAAA7A/JT5yMZMrzZ0/s400/cointreau.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384151154118417042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;rapaz, acabei de ver o comecinho do filme &lt;a href="http://www.omelete.com.br/cine/100018050/Operacao_Valquiria.aspx"&gt;operação valquíria&lt;/a&gt;, que fala sobre a &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Opera%C3%A7%C3%A3o_Valqu%C3%ADria"&gt;tentativa&lt;/a&gt; (verdadeira) de alguns generais alemães de assassinarem hitler, por perceberem que ele era louco e ia afundar a alemanha. pois não é que a primeira tentativa de assassinar o insano é com uma bomba dentro de uma garrafa de &lt;a href="http://www.cointreau.com/"&gt;cointreau&lt;/a&gt;?!?!? não consigo aceitar o fato de que o mais insano dos loucos gostava desse néctar dos deuses!!! depois vejo o resto do filme, fiquei chocado demais pra continuar...pra quem gosta de uma ótima história, leia esse &lt;a href="http://boemiaenostalgia.blogspot.com/2009/01/morte-da-garrafa-de-cointreau.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; do boêmio felipinho e se emocione. só cointreau salva!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-8284894763474579507?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/8284894763474579507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=8284894763474579507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/8284894763474579507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/8284894763474579507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/09/cointreau-nao.html' title='cointreau não!!!'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SrhY8r482pI/AAAAAAAAA7A/JT5yMZMrzZ0/s72-c/cointreau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-4664013179519725893</id><published>2009-09-18T05:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:52:10.874-03:00</updated><title type='text'>niver da redenção</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sábado tem níver da redenção, às 14h, com show da banda &lt;a href="http://www.publicaoficial.com/"&gt;pública&lt;/a&gt; mais o &lt;a href="http://www.neilisboa.com.br/"&gt;nei lisboa&lt;/a&gt;. provavelmente vai tá chovendo, e a festa vai gorar, mas quem sabe, né? o nei todo mundo conhece, mas a pública é nova, o estilo é mais ou menos o mesmo do nei, um pouco mais roqueira. aí tem um clipe de uma das músicas mais famosinhas deles. letrinhas meio adolescentes, mas que invariavelmente fazem pensar um pouco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;serviço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;o que: níver da redenção, 74 anos, show banda pública + nei lisboa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;onde: parque farroupilha, vulgo redenção, no monumento ao expedicionário&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;quando: sábado, 19, 14h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;o que levar: chimas e vontade de se embalar com boa música&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lsEEjyY6BAg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lsEEjyY6BAg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long plays / pedro metz e joão amaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;já mudei tudo de lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;inventei muitas frases pra dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;mas mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;eu ainda estou só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;já comprei todos long plays&lt;br /&gt;dos artistas que você sempre gostou&lt;br /&gt;mas mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;eu ainda estou só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;e eu não vou nem ligar se você me disser&lt;br /&gt;que não vai mais voltar&lt;br /&gt;e eu não vou nem ligar se você me julgar&lt;br /&gt;mais um cara vulgar&lt;br /&gt;no fundo deste poço achei algo que vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;já roubei muitos corações com as canções mais nervosas&lt;br /&gt;que o mundo há de ouvir&lt;br /&gt;mas agora estou só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;e não pense que é tão ruim&lt;br /&gt;sendo só, os meus discos posso ouvir e ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;bem longe de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;e eu não vou nem ligar se você me disser&lt;br /&gt;que não vai mais voltar&lt;br /&gt;e eu não vou nem ligar se você me julgar&lt;br /&gt;mais um cara vulgar&lt;br /&gt;no fundo deste poço achei algo que vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e pra não deixar passar, uma palhinha do nei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DQmcPwGSO2k&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DQmcPwGSO2k&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pra te lembrar / nei lisboa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;que que eu vou fazer pra te esquecer?&lt;br /&gt;sempre que já nem me lembro&lt;br /&gt;lembras pra mim&lt;br /&gt;cada sonho teu me abraça ao acordar&lt;br /&gt;como um anjo lindo&lt;br /&gt;mais leve que o ar&lt;br /&gt;tão doce de olhar&lt;br /&gt;que nem um adeus pode apagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;que que eu vou fazer pra te deixar?&lt;br /&gt;sempre que eu apresso o passo&lt;br /&gt;passas por mim&lt;br /&gt;e um silêncio teu me pede pra voltar&lt;br /&gt;ao te ver seguindo&lt;br /&gt;mais leve que o ar&lt;br /&gt;tão doce de olhar&lt;br /&gt;que nem um adeus pode apagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;cada sonho teu me abraça ao acordar&lt;br /&gt;como um anjo lindo&lt;br /&gt;mais leve que o ar&lt;br /&gt;tão doce de olhar&lt;br /&gt;que nem um adeus pode apagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;o quê que eu vou fazer pra te lembrar?&lt;br /&gt;como tantos que eu conheço&lt;br /&gt;e esqueço de amar&lt;br /&gt;em que espelho teu&lt;br /&gt;sou eu que vou estar?&lt;br /&gt;a te ver sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;mais leve que o ar&lt;br /&gt;tão doce de olhar&lt;br /&gt;que nem um adeus vai apagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;mais leve que o ar&lt;br /&gt;tão doce de olhar&lt;br /&gt;que nem um adeus vai apagar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7605419170734804233-4664013179519725893?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/4664013179519725893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=4664013179519725893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4664013179519725893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4664013179519725893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/09/niver-da-redencao.html' title='niver da redenção'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-8286177896598725794</id><published>2009-09-17T12:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:42:54.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sherlock holmes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SrJbNv-oz2I/AAAAAAAAA64/AVK-lkMJDG8/s1600-h/sherlockholmes_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SrJbNv-oz2I/AAAAAAAAA64/AVK-lkMJDG8/s400/sherlockholmes_22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382464796436778850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SrJbND_tLtI/AAAAAAAAA6w/P1Rmkv1Xeo8/s1600-h/sherlockholmes_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SrJbND_tLtI/AAAAAAAAA6w/P1Rmkv1Xeo8/s400/sherlockholmes_23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382464784630099666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pra quem leu todo sherlock quando guri, não vejo a hora de ver essa nova aventura dele. o trailer tá ótimo como aventura. se eu for lembrar da minha imagem do holmes, não era bem essa. claro, sempre se pode argumentar que aqui ele ainda é jovem, novo, cheio de sangue pra perder. em outro filme que fizeram com ele, &lt;a href="http://blogdoheu.wordpress.com/2009/08/21/o-enigma-da-piramide/"&gt;enigma da pirâmide&lt;/a&gt;, também era nesse estilo, aventuresco. nada contra, acho até que prefiro. um cara meio sisudo, na dele, extremamente perspicaz e irônico, com um que outro rompante de emoção, acho que não ia ficar muito bem numa tela. até fizeram um assim, &lt;a href="http://221-bbakerstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/sherlock-holmes-cinema.html"&gt;o cão dos baskervilles&lt;/a&gt;, do qual não gostei muito. a princípio é muito mais fiel à obra literária, mas é como sempre digo, são duas coisas completamente diferentes, o cinema e a literatura, não dá pra comparar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s1JVy3qDv5Y&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s1JVy3qDv5Y&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alguns links interessantes sobre holmes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sherlockbrasil.com/"&gt;http://www.sherlockbrasil.com&lt;/a&gt; - como o nome já diz, é a página do holmes no brasil, com informações bem completas sobre todo o universo sherlockiano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mundoelementar.vilabol.uol.com.br/"&gt;http://mundoelementar.vilabol.uol.com.br&lt;/a&gt; - outro site, esse tem opção de download de alguns contos do sherlock, e alguns jogos de detetive também. pra quem gostava de adventure nos anos 80 (como eu), é um achado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherlock_Holmes"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherlock_Holmes&lt;/a&gt; - pra quem quiser um resumão do universo sherlockiano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-8286177896598725794?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/8286177896598725794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=8286177896598725794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/8286177896598725794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/8286177896598725794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/09/sherlock-holmes.html' title='sherlock holmes'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SrJbNv-oz2I/AAAAAAAAA64/AVK-lkMJDG8/s72-c/sherlockholmes_22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-5146230081473748303</id><published>2009-09-15T22:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:00:40.507-03:00</updated><title type='text'>das coisas tristes da vida</title><content type='html'>fazer gol e não ter pra quem dedicar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-5146230081473748303?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/5146230081473748303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=5146230081473748303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5146230081473748303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5146230081473748303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/09/das-coisas-tristes-da-vida.html' title='das coisas tristes da vida'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-6408110054783748510</id><published>2009-09-15T17:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:59:39.534-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ecorelógio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/Sq_8oFcLLJI/AAAAAAAAA6o/WdhGWfaT5I8/s1600-h/01soilclock14092009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/Sq_8oFcLLJI/AAAAAAAAA6o/WdhGWfaT5I8/s400/01soilclock14092009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381797845316349074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;diz que o reloginho aí tira a energia da terra dos vasinhos, é só colocar água normal que a energia gerada pela terra é captada pelos eletrodos de cobre e zinco. obviamente que o relógio é de bambu, não teria lógica toda essa onda se o relógio fosse de plástico ou ferro. custa $40 &lt;a href="http://inhabitatshop.com/Bamboo-Soil-Clock.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;. pela lógica, se dois vasinhos dão energia suficiente prum relógio, um vasão deve dar pra ligar o computador. depois eu digo se pude jogar o nobreak pela janela ou não. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-6408110054783748510?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/6408110054783748510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=6408110054783748510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/6408110054783748510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/6408110054783748510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/09/ecorelogio.html' title='ecorelógio'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/Sq_8oFcLLJI/AAAAAAAAA6o/WdhGWfaT5I8/s72-c/01soilclock14092009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-7543703238303631429</id><published>2009-09-15T14:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:35:17.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'>astrologia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;não acredito em astrologia, sempre foi um assunto para distrair; tudo bem, os astros fazem parte do universo, e como tudo está interligado, de uma forma ou de outra eles acabam atuando sobre nossas vidas, mas daí a achar que tal planeta em tal casa determina teu comportamento, é demais. como sou um cara extremamente curioso, ligado em tudo, volta e meia consulto meu guia espiritual, para ver se alguma coisa encaixa. taí o que ele me disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No período que vai de 15/09 até 18/09, Carlinhos, A Lua estará passando pelo seu setor do recolhimento, enquanto que o Sol ocupa o setor 5, que sugere um momento de busca pelo prazer, pelos divertimentos. Tais posicionamentos diferentes poderiam sugerir uma contradição entre sua necessidade de voltar-se para dentro e o impulso emocional em divertir-se, mas como o aspecto entre o Sol e a Lua não é desarmônico, eu diria que provavelmente seja uma boa fase para você se divertir, mas de uma forma mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, ou mesmo buscando lazeres domésticos, convidando os amigos para estarem mais com você em seu lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;não é que o cara acertou em cheio? acabei de tomar o pé da cara-metade, vontade de me isolar a mil, mas ao mesmo tempo de cair na gandaia a fu. traduzindo do meu jeito as palavras do guia: dormir até o meio-dia (recolhimento), trabalhar até começar a novela com a linda de morrer alinne moraes (lazer doméstico) e depois jogar uma sinuquinha e beber um chopes bem gelado até amanhecer (busca pelo prazer). light? nunca gostei muito dessas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7605419170734804233-7543703238303631429?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/7543703238303631429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=7543703238303631429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/7543703238303631429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/7543703238303631429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/09/astrologia.html' title='astrologia'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-2676101491529847206</id><published>2009-09-10T18:15:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T02:23:20.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'>arte no café</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;para os amantes do café, imagina pedir um expresso ou capuccino e receber uma dessas obras de arte? quase nem deve dar vontade de beber!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SrhfD0EWj2I/AAAAAAAAA7I/J21PjXbHzy4/s400/coffee+art.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384157873642573666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;descobri que existe até um campeonato mundial de baristas (fazedores de café). aí tem o vídeo do último campeão. no finalzinho aparece ele fazendo um coração. parece a coisa mais fácil do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&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=4378520&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4378520&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;aqui tem outro vídeo, de um café em montreal. realmente parece uma barbada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ggfTjfN8uVQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ggfTjfN8uVQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-2676101491529847206?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/2676101491529847206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=2676101491529847206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/2676101491529847206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/2676101491529847206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/09/arte-no-cafe.html' title='arte no café'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SrhfD0EWj2I/AAAAAAAAA7I/J21PjXbHzy4/s72-c/coffee+art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-7130812013384543166</id><published>2009-09-01T15:08:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:37:22.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'>lago ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/Sp1jrqhuMlI/AAAAAAAAA5g/W9bqPwUqGdk/s1600-h/lago"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/Sp1jrqhuMlI/AAAAAAAAA5g/W9bqPwUqGdk/s400/lago" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376563131951493714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;já pensou se é verdade? ia ser show!! &lt;a href="http://www.clicrbs.com.br/blog/jsp/default.jsp?source=DYNAMIC,blog.BlogDataServer,getBlog&amp;amp;uf=1&amp;amp;local=1&amp;amp;template=3948.dwt&amp;amp;section=Blogs&amp;amp;post=221860&amp;amp;blog=153&amp;amp;coldir=1&amp;amp;topo=4254.dwt&amp;amp;espname=tecnologia"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; tem a notícia completa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;outras bizarrices do google earth:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/Sp1jjkmZxsI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/jyZIC4PuvCw/s400/disco" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376562992921560770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;parece um disco voador, né? na real é uma estação de bombeamento de água antiga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/Sp1khlk083I/AAAAAAAAA5o/4NS8kVbEFv8/s400/atlantis" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376564058335277938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;parece ser a cidade perdida de atlântida. &lt;a href="http://www.clicrbs.com.br/blog/jsp/default.jsp?source=DYNAMIC,blog.BlogDataServer,getBlog&amp;amp;uf=1&amp;amp;local=1&amp;amp;template=3948.dwt&amp;amp;section=Blogs&amp;amp;post=153133&amp;amp;blog=153&amp;amp;coldir=1&amp;amp;topo=4254.dwt&amp;amp;espname=tecnologia"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; a notícia completa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-7130812013384543166?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/7130812013384543166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=7130812013384543166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/7130812013384543166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/7130812013384543166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/09/lago-ness.html' title='lago ness'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/Sp1jrqhuMlI/AAAAAAAAA5g/W9bqPwUqGdk/s72-c/lago' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-919186407780921756</id><published>2009-08-28T15:09:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T15:41:16.984-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a prisioneira do castelinho do alto da bronze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SpgiUQzZ-VI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/O_JFp2A-kg4/s1600-h/babara-kreutz-pustai3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SpgiUQzZ-VI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/O_JFp2A-kg4/s400/babara-kreutz-pustai3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375083886769994066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;em porto alegre, tem um castelinho. literalmente. eu sempre tive curiosidade pra entrar lá, ver como é por dentro e tal, não deve ser nada demais, mas sabe como é, quando a curiosidade se junta com a imaginação, criam-se fábulas. bueno, passando esses dias por ali, vi que virou um &lt;a href="http://castelinhodoaltodabronze.blogspot.com/"&gt;centro cultural&lt;/a&gt;. finalmente poderei adentrá-lo!! nem que seje pra fazer um curso de corte e costura!!! mas o interessante é a história por trás dele, quem construiu, pra quem (óóóbvio que um castelo sempre é construído para alguém, ainda mais no centro da capital). &lt;a href="http://zerohora.clicrbs.com.br/zerohora/jsp/default2.jsp?uf=1&amp;amp;local=1&amp;amp;source=a2630394.xml&amp;amp;template=3898.dwt&amp;amp;edition=12990&amp;amp;section=999"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; tem um pouco dessa história. pra quem não mora em poa e quer ver fotos de dentro do castelinho, achei esse &lt;a href="http://arquivopoa.blogspot.com/2009/03/castelinho-do-alto-da-bronze.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; com fotos. como eu disse, nada demais, mas vale a visita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object id="playerFlash" width="400" height="376" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://mediacenter.clicrbs.com.br/skins/default/swf/playerChannel.swf?mediaXML=http://mediacenter.clicrbs.com.br/templates/RequestUrlPlayer.aspx;contentId=73682///channel=49&amp;amp;color=0x43447F&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;thumb=http://mediacenter.clicrbs.com.br/medias/IMAGES/683772.jpg&amp;amp;channelLink=http://mediacenter.clicrbs.com.br/templates/home.aspx?channel=48&amp;amp;channelImage=http://mediacenter.clicrbs.com.br/includes/topo_zh.gif&amp;amp;channelColor=0xDDDFE2"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SpggRgIXWiI/AAAAAAAAA5I/x96N-Xoa0_0/s400/castelo.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375081640321571362" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-919186407780921756?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/919186407780921756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=919186407780921756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/919186407780921756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/919186407780921756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/08/prisioneira-do-castelinho-do-alto-da.html' title='a prisioneira do castelinho do alto da bronze'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SpgiUQzZ-VI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/O_JFp2A-kg4/s72-c/babara-kreutz-pustai3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-7673602773261660059</id><published>2009-08-27T01:07:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:47:07.257-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1001 discos para ouvir antes de morrer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SpYPN_rES-I/AAAAAAAAA5A/eDT2eK_JBMM/s1600-h/livro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SpYPN_rES-I/AAAAAAAAA5A/eDT2eK_JBMM/s400/livro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374499938418052066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;este é um &lt;a href="http://nobrasil.org/1001-discos-para-ouvir-antes-de-morrer/"&gt;site imperdível&lt;/a&gt;, pra quem curte música como eu, ou seja, não vive sem &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;parenteses&lt;/span&gt; já decidi que se algum dia deus me perguntar qual o meu sentido preferido, aquele que eu não perderia por nada, certo que será a audição &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;fecha parenteses&lt;/span&gt;. fizeram esse livro, 1001 discos para ouvir antes de morrer. tu lê e fica na maior fissura pra ouvir. aí sai a cata na confusão chamada internet. horas e horas depois conseguiu achar um que outro. pois não é que algumas almas caridosas resolveram resolver o problema de todo mundo e colocar nesse site simplesmente todas as músicas do livro? fantástico!! vale muito as muitas horas de download pra ter essas preciosidades. só não encontrei o pdf do livro ainda. quando encontrar, atualizo o post. divirtam-se!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-7673602773261660059?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/7673602773261660059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=7673602773261660059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/7673602773261660059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/7673602773261660059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/08/1001-discos-para-ouvir-antes-de-morrer.html' title='1001 discos para ouvir antes de morrer'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SpYPN_rES-I/AAAAAAAAA5A/eDT2eK_JBMM/s72-c/livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-4880858739169666376</id><published>2009-08-24T12:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:45:57.771-03:00</updated><title type='text'>adiós, brasileirão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;estou jogando a toalha. não dá pra querer torcer pro teu time num campeonato de cartas marcadas. sempre foi assim, nunca dei muita bola, mas agora tá demais. olha essa manchete: &lt;a href="http://esporte.uol.com.br/futebol/campeonatos/brasileiro/serie-a/ultimas-noticias/2009/08/24/ult5895u7908.jhtm"&gt;CBF suspende árbitro do empate entre corinthians e botafogo&lt;/a&gt;. só porque o timão empatou? pra não ficar chato, tem lance a favor do corinthians que tá errado também, mas porque não suspendem o árbitro da vitória do corinthians sobre o inter, na semana passada, com dois gols em impedimento? ao invés disso, querem &lt;a href="http://globoesporte.globo.com/Esportes/Noticias/Futebol/Brasileirao/Serie_A/0,,MUL1278084-9827,00.html"&gt;punir o inter&lt;/a&gt; por atrasar o início do jogo. isso pra ficar no meu time e na última rodada, porque se for olhar, tem roubalheira pra tudo quanto é lado. a última é que a &lt;a href="http://globoesporte.globo.com/Esportes/Noticias/Futebol/Brasileirao/Serie_A/0,,MUL1274709-9827,00-MAFIA+DO+APITO+PROCESSO+E+TRANCADO.html"&gt;justiça praticamente inocentou&lt;/a&gt; o árbitro da &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Máfia_do_Apito"&gt;máfia do apito&lt;/a&gt;, confusão que no campeonato de 1995 resultou na anulação de vários jogos (a maioria com resultados desfavoráveis ao corinthians), e a consequencia disso foi a consagração do timão como campeão, título conquistado sobre outro erro no último jogo, num pênalti não dado sobre o tinga, volante do inter, expulso por simulação. a lógica é simples: se o árbitro é inocente, e a máfia não existiu, porque os jogos foram anulados? mais uma vez, a lógica é simple: sem a anulação dos jogos, o corinthians nem chegaria perto de ser campeão. 2005. 4 anos. e nada mudou. pra que perder tempo torcendo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-4880858739169666376?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/4880858739169666376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=4880858739169666376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4880858739169666376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4880858739169666376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/08/adios-brasileirao.html' title='adiós, brasileirão'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-931965410291066197</id><published>2009-08-23T21:01:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:56:40.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'>goleada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SpHkVcWfuiI/AAAAAAAAA44/BlCjahMKNBM/s1600-h/pontal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SpHkVcWfuiI/AAAAAAAAA44/BlCjahMKNBM/s400/pontal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373326887468644898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ué?!?! NÃO têm mais prédios?!?! NÃOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;nenhuma dúvida que o resultado ia ser esse: 18 mil pro NÃO e 4 mil pro sim, na consulta popular ao projeto do pontal. apesar de essa consulta não ter um efeito tão efetivo assim - se quisessem mesmo fazer prédios residenciais lá teriam que mudar a lei e o plano diretor da cidade - vale como pressão, pra mostrar que não é tão simples assim fazer o povo de bobo. agora é esperar pelo novo projeto, mais de acordo com o local. uma área de lazer com bares e restaurantes é o canal. imagina jantar com o rio do teu lado? tudo de bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-931965410291066197?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SpHkVcWfuiI/AAAAAAAAA44/BlCjahMKNBM/s72-c/pontal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-8847881302270259792</id><published>2009-08-21T03:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T03:13:51.641-03:00</updated><title type='text'>projeto pontal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;taí as imagens do projeto. sem condições, né? coloca uns bares, um restaurante, um píer, uma pracinha, e não uns paredões brancos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/So46R0x11KI/AAAAAAAAA4w/_ljh12g14dk/s400/3834447205_78a9d4bf10.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372295483399460002" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/So45zlCeHNI/AAAAAAAAA4o/VQcSXigiX1g/s1600-h/3834446967_2d3e3db179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/So45zlCeHNI/AAAAAAAAA4o/VQcSXigiX1g/s400/3834446967_2d3e3db179.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372294963778165970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-8847881302270259792?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/8847881302270259792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=8847881302270259792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/8847881302270259792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/8847881302270259792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/08/projeto-pontal.html' title='projeto pontal'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/So46R0x11KI/AAAAAAAAA4w/_ljh12g14dk/s72-c/3834447205_78a9d4bf10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-5184898147644142321</id><published>2009-08-21T02:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T02:27:32.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'>locais de votação pontal do estaleiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;como não achei em nenhuma página os locais, a não ser em pdf, resolvi criar uma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.naoaopontal.xpg.com.br"&gt;http://www.naoaopontal.xpg.com.br&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/7605419170734804233-5184898147644142321?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/5184898147644142321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=5184898147644142321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5184898147644142321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5184898147644142321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/08/locais-de-votacao-pontal-do-estaleiro.html' title='locais de votação pontal do estaleiro'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-549069810083467255</id><published>2009-08-21T00:28:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T03:15:44.907-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO ao pontal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/So4aL4JWoKI/AAAAAAAAA4g/AgxpAGmcvSE/s1600-h/6857821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/So4aL4JWoKI/AAAAAAAAA4g/AgxpAGmcvSE/s400/6857821.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372260196852080802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;essa foto aí é de porto alegre, de uma área nobre na zona sul, que está completamente abandonada, e que outrora foi o &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estaleiro_S%C3%B3"&gt;estaleiro só&lt;/a&gt;. atualmente é de uma empresa, muito esperta, que comprou o terreno há alguns anos, e agora quer fazer umas quatro (sim, eu disse QUATRO) torres residenciais ali. pode? tem criatura sem noção mesmo. é por essas e outras que porto alegre não tem vocação turística. ainda bem que tem gente que ama essa cidade mais do que eu e se mexeu pra barrar essa insanidade. e esse movimento deu origem à consulta popular, pra aceitar ou não o projeto. e é nesse domingo a votação. o que vai ser perguntado:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"além da atividade comercial já autorizada pela Lei Complementar nº 470, de 02/01/2002, devem também ser permitidas edificações destinadas à atividade residencial na área da Orla do Guaíba onde se localiza o antigo Estaleiro Só?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;NÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pra saber mais sobre essa polêmica, vai lá no &lt;a href="http://poavive.wordpress.com/"&gt;porto alegre resiste&lt;/a&gt;. e assiste a esse vídeo da &lt;a href="http://www.casacinepoa.com.br/"&gt;casa de cinema&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ES79OfSKsw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ES79OfSKsw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-549069810083467255?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/549069810083467255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=549069810083467255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/549069810083467255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/549069810083467255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-ao-pontal.html' title='NÃO ao pontal'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/So4aL4JWoKI/AAAAAAAAA4g/AgxpAGmcvSE/s72-c/6857821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-4125811170801243749</id><published>2009-08-18T23:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:43:42.709-03:00</updated><title type='text'>revolução da mídia social</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bem interessante esse vídeo. não tem como negar que é praí que caminha a humanidade. mesmo que haja uma manipulação da mídia (sim, sou favorável da teoria da conspiração, sempre acho que tem alguém manipulando tudo), atualmente nós somos a mídia. dois pontos no vídeo, pra reforçar isso: me atende mal que eu posto no blog/twitter no mesmo instante; e são pessoas por trás da economia. sempre foram e sempre vão ser pessoas por trás de tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aDNnAsc3ZZQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aDNnAsc3ZZQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-4125811170801243749?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/4125811170801243749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=4125811170801243749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4125811170801243749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4125811170801243749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/08/revolucao-da-midia-social.html' title='revolução da mídia social'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-6462343540168255508</id><published>2009-08-13T00:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:52:46.868-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o tempo passa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;recebi isso de um priminho meu, de 12 anos. não me lembro de ser malandro assim aos 12 anos, mas também não tinha msn, só atari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Campanha volta às aulas: dia 17 todos nós voltaremos às aulas, então chegue na escola tossindo e espirrando para não ter mais aula, repasse para todos os seus amigos online."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-6462343540168255508?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/6462343540168255508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=6462343540168255508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/6462343540168255508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/6462343540168255508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-tempo-passa.html' title='o tempo passa'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-1391679088507294977</id><published>2009-08-02T15:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:29:43.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'>dança coletiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;mais um espetáculo de dança coletiva num espaço público. já falei &lt;a href="http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/02/danca-coletiva.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; de uma campanha publicitária de celular, que fez a mesma coisa. muito show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EYAUazLI9k&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EYAUazLI9k&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-1391679088507294977?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/1391679088507294977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=1391679088507294977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/1391679088507294977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/1391679088507294977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/08/danca-coletiva.html' title='dança coletiva'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-3283168412100462263</id><published>2009-07-30T12:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:33:01.559-03:00</updated><title type='text'>vida e saúde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;me dá um autógrafo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object id="playerFlash" width="400" height="376" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://mediacenter.clicrbs.com.br/skins/default/swf/playerChannel.swf?mediaXML=http://mediacenter.clicrbs.com.br/templates/RequestUrlPlayer.aspx;contentId=70230///channel=45&amp;amp;color=0x7684B3&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;thumb=http://mediacenter.clicrbs.com.br/medias/IMAGES/675040.jpg&amp;amp;channelLink=http://mediacenter.clicrbs.com.br/templates/home.aspx?channel=44&amp;amp;channelImage=http://mediacenter.clicrbs.com.br/includes/topo_RBSTV_RS.gif&amp;amp;channelColor=0xDDDFE2"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediacenter.clicrbs.com.br/skins/default/swf/playerChannel.swf?mediaXML=http://mediacenter.clicrbs.com.br/templates/RequestUrlPlayer.aspx;contentId=70230///channel=45&amp;amp;color=0x7684B3&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;thumb=http://mediacenter.clicrbs.com.br/medias/IMAGES/675040.jpg&amp;amp;channelLink=http://mediacenter.clicrbs.com.br/templates/home.aspx?channel=44&amp;amp;channelImage=http://mediacenter.clicrbs.com.br/includes/topo_RBSTV_RS.gif&amp;amp;channelColor=0xDDDFE2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-3283168412100462263?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-7702779836980282118</id><published>2009-07-21T17:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:26:49.032-03:00</updated><title type='text'>fut-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;taí o mapa do parque esportivo santo inácio. achem-se.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com.br/maps?hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;ei=ECFmSsXcNt-Btgf98L3vDw&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;q=col%C3%A9gio+santo+in%C3%A1cio&amp;amp;near=Porto+Alegre+-+RS&amp;amp;fb=1&amp;amp;split=1&amp;amp;gl=br&amp;amp;cid=10682665293403241547&amp;amp;li=lmd&amp;amp;ll=-29.976659,-51.191671&amp;amp;spn=0.006506,0.00912&amp;amp;z=16&amp;amp;iwloc=A&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com.br/maps?hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;ei=ECFmSsXcNt-Btgf98L3vDw&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;q=col%C3%A9gio+santo+in%C3%A1cio&amp;amp;near=Porto+Alegre+-+RS&amp;amp;fb=1&amp;amp;split=1&amp;amp;gl=br&amp;amp;cid=10682665293403241547&amp;amp;li=lmd&amp;amp;ll=-29.976659,-51.191671&amp;amp;spn=0.006506,0.00912&amp;amp;z=16&amp;amp;iwloc=A&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;Exibir mapa ampliado&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-7702779836980282118?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/7702779836980282118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=7702779836980282118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/7702779836980282118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/7702779836980282118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/07/fut-11.html' title='fut-11'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-4456842423729113253</id><published>2009-07-17T22:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:02:38.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>quero já</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mais uma pra minha nega, nessa noite de sábado fria, perfeita pra gente ficar enroscadinho, dançando baião.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dLpJoMgXf_w&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dLpJoMgXf_w&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" 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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah, minha morena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu quero beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como eu quero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o teu beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e quero já, já&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem esperar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nem perguntar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu vou roubar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o meu beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;da tua boca morena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vem me beijar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que eu quero já, já&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;quero chá / luiz gonzaga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;morena eu quero chá, eu quero&lt;br /&gt;chá, eu quero chá morena velha&lt;br /&gt;eu quero chá (bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já, já, já, já morena velha eu&lt;br /&gt;quero chá (bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morena eu quero chá, eu quero&lt;br /&gt;chá, eu quero chá morena velha&lt;br /&gt;eu quero chá (bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já, já, já, já morena velha eu&lt;br /&gt;quero chá (bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pula, pula moreninha não deixa&lt;br /&gt;o samba esfriar catuca Zeca do fole&lt;br /&gt;para o compasso agitar&lt;br /&gt;nas tanta da madrugada antes&lt;br /&gt;da barra quebrar vai depressa&lt;br /&gt;na cozinha e traz cházim pra&lt;br /&gt;nós tomar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já, já, já, já morena velha eu&lt;br /&gt;quero chá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7605419170734804233-4456842423729113253?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/4456842423729113253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=4456842423729113253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4456842423729113253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4456842423729113253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/07/quero-ja.html' title='quero já'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-7513573695892862709</id><published>2009-07-14T01:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T02:39:52.855-03:00</updated><title type='text'>som e fúria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SlwO7MAWt0I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/bU0mwq1Atfs/s1600-h/somefuria.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SlwO7MAWt0I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/bU0mwq1Atfs/s400/somefuria.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358174066661832514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;texto inteligente, elenco ótimo, visão além do alcance: dá pra resumir assim a minissérie da globo, &lt;a href="http://somefuria.globo.com/"&gt;som e fúria&lt;/a&gt;, baseada na original &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slings_and_Arrows"&gt;slings and arrows&lt;/a&gt;, canadense, que teve 3 temporadas de 6 episódios cada (aqui parece que vão ser 12 direto - a  globo não é boba de investir essa grana preta e fazer só 6, né?). a história é simples e nada original: uma companhia de teatro precisa encenar hamlet e no meio disso muita confusão. mesmo caindo no lugar comum, no clichê, do clássico da história dentro da história, tá bem interessante. e esse é um dos grandes méritos do fernando meirelles, um dos diretores e produtores da coisa, lançar um olhar interessante sobre as coisas, um olhar diferenciado. assistam porque, arrisco a dizer, vai ser a coisa (que vocabulário pobrinho, terceira vez que chamo algo de "coisa") mais interessante do ano na tv. se não rolar de assistir na tv, cata na net, todo mundo tá disponibilizando pra &lt;a href="http://www.coredownloads.net/2009/07/download-som-furia-serie-completa.html"&gt;download&lt;/a&gt;, inclusive no &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=10025830&amp;amp;tid=5352939907057771245"&gt;orkut&lt;/a&gt;, e deve ter no youtube também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;off-topic: agrado pra minha nega véia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;eu me recordo de ontem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e me vem uma vontade danada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;de sentir de novo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;teu som e tua fúria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-7513573695892862709?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/7513573695892862709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=7513573695892862709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/7513573695892862709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/7513573695892862709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/07/som-e-furia.html' title='som e fúria'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SlwO7MAWt0I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/bU0mwq1Atfs/s72-c/somefuria.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-8743983970346104825</id><published>2009-07-12T21:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:16:59.485-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a pedido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;essa é pra minha nega, e também um agradecimento ao jorgito, que me ajudou sem saber. gracias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.yehplay.com/musics/Jorge-Drexler-Fusion/240826/"&gt;Jorge Drexler - Fusión&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,0,0" width="260" height="60" id="yehplay" align="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.mp3tube.net/play.swf?id=95bf3fd4593ee4157ec5be1739d2841e"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mp3tube.net/play.swf?id=95bf3fd4593ee4157ec5be1739d2841e" quality="High" width="260" height="60" name="yehplay" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" menu="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fusión / Jorge Drexler / Eco 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Dónde termina tu cuerpo y empieza el mío?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A veces me cuesta decir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siento tu calor, siento tu frío,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me siento vacío si no estoy dentro de ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Cuánto de esto es amor? ¿Cuánto es deseo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Se pueden, o no, separar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si desde el corazón a los dedos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no hay nada en mi cuerpo que no hagas vibrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Qué tendrá de real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esta locura?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Quien nos asegura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que esto es normal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y no me importa contarte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que ya perdí la mesura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que ya colgué en mi armadura en tu portal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Donde termina tu cuerpo y empieza el cielo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no cabe ni un rayo de luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Qué fue que nos unió en un mismo vuelo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Los mismos anhelos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Tal vez la misma cruz?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Quien tiene razón?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Quien esta errado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Quien no habrá dudado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de su corazón?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo sólo quiero que sepas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no estoy aquí de visita,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y es para ti que está escrita esta canción.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-8743983970346104825?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/8743983970346104825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=8743983970346104825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/8743983970346104825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/8743983970346104825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/07/pedido.html' title='a pedido'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-4254506111562884551</id><published>2009-07-11T14:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:16:43.807-03:00</updated><title type='text'>to infinity and beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;só pra dizer que serenatas ainda funcionam...e nada melhor do que terminar essa série de serenatas enrolado na minha nega, esquentando ela nessa noite que se anuncia absurdamente fria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p.s. pra quem não entendeu o título, assista toy story, e verá que o infinito e além é muito mais perto que se imagina!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605419170734804233-4254506111562884551?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/4254506111562884551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=4254506111562884551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4254506111562884551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4254506111562884551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-infinity-and-beyond.html' title='to infinity and beyond'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-4701455302784037541</id><published>2009-07-10T16:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:35:07.471-03:00</updated><title type='text'>minha nega</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.yehplay.com/musics/Lararo-Ramos-Cafe-com-pao/314099/"&gt;Láraro Ramos - Café com pão&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,0,0" width="260" height="60" id="yehplay" align="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.mp3tube.net/play.swf?id=2100cb6c98735c439ff86899d29a613c"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mp3tube.net/play.swf?id=2100cb6c98735c439ff86899d29a613c" quality="High" width="260" height="60" name="yehplay" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" menu="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;vixe neguinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;teu balanço me enfeitiçou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;de uma maneira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;que só vendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;uma jóia perfeita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;que brilha mais que o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e hipnotiza até o mais inocente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tua lágrima um diamante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;teu sorriso meu tesouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;que eu não me canso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;de descortinar todo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;no café da manhã ao teu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;quando o vento traz sussurros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;de felicidade às nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;lázaro ramos /café com pão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;por essa nêga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;eu ponho roupa nova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;uso óculos escuros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;desço do muro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ela sabe me fazer feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nega!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;óculos escuros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;na parede, na parede, na parede do meu sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ela pintou alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;arrumou tudo em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;café com pão é bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a brasileira a brasileira a brasileira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;vixe mainha, ó neguinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tudo é tão bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ioiô mainha, ó neguinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tudo é tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;por essa nêga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;eu ponho roupa nova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; uso óculos escuros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;desço do muro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ela sabe me fazer feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nega!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;óculos escuros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;na parede, na parede, na parede do meu sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ela pintou alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;arrumou tudo em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;café com pão é bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a brasileira a brasileira a brasileira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;vixe mainha, ó neguinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tudo é tão bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ioiô mainha, ó neguinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tudo é tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e tempo é tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tudo é tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e tempo é nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tudo é tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e tempo é tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tudo é tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e tempo é nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tudo é tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e tempo e tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; tempo e tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e tempo é nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tudo é tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e tempo é tudo!&lt;/span&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/7605419170734804233-4701455302784037541?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/4701455302784037541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=4701455302784037541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4701455302784037541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4352485066825600518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/4352485066825600518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael.html' title='michael'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/SldOD4rC-AI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/4whQJYc4-G8/s72-c/eternalmoonwalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-8889376419502116753</id><published>2009-07-09T14:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:25:56.541-03:00</updated><title type='text'>com bituca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e eu que achei que já sabia o que era te amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.yehplay.com/musics/Rita-Lee-e-Milton-Nascimento-Mania-de-Voce/214331/"&gt;Rita Lee e Milton Nascimento - Mania de Você&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,0,0" width="260" height="60" id="yehplay" align="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.mp3tube.net/play.swf?id=06154e718d188c328a54baa2f943ebbb"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mp3tube.net/play.swf?id=06154e718d188c328a54baa2f943ebbb" quality="High" width="260" height="60" name="yehplay" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" menu="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;eu quero teu corpo em cima do meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nessa noite, nessa madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;aquecer teu espírito com a chama do meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;enroscar minha mão nos teus cabelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e sentir teu arrepio subir pelas costas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;até tua nuca, meu reino e minha prisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;desses grilhões que são teus beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;não quero me libertar e fora a chave já joguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;junto com tua roupa arrancada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;minha mão descobre tua pele nua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;devagarinho, nas pontas de cada dedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;um toque, uma nota musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;uma melodia que sussurro no teu ouvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;enquanto encontro o caminho do êxtase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nas tuas pequenas curvas e esconderijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;uma vontade de devorar um ao outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;um frenético fervor que nos enlouquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;te agarro num abraço sem ter como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;eu te quero ah como eu teu quero toda minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mania de você /rita lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;meu bem você me dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;água na boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;vestindo fantasias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tirando a roupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;molhada de suor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;de tanto a gente se beijar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;de tanto imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;imaginar loucuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a gente faz o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;por telepatia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;no chão, no mar, na lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;na melodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mania de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;de tanto a gente se beijar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;de tanto imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;imaginar loucuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nada melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;do que não fazer nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;só prá deitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e rolar com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nada melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;do que não fazer nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;só prá deitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e rolar com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;meu bem você me dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;água na boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;água na boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;vestindo fantasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tirando a roupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;molhada de suor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;de tanto a gente se beijar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;de tanto imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;imaginar loucuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a gente faz amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;por telepatia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;telepatia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;no chão, no mar, na lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;na melodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mania de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;de tanto a gente se beijar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;de tanto imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;imaginar loucuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nada melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;do que não fazer nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;só prá deitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e rolar com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nada melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;do que nada na cuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;só prá deitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e rolar com bituca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;meu bem você me dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;água na boca&lt;/span&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/7605419170734804233-8889376419502116753?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/8889376419502116753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=8889376419502116753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/8889376419502116753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/8889376419502116753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/07/com-bituca.html' title='com bituca'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-5246351647678322721</id><published>2009-07-08T13:12:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:11:24.367-03:00</updated><title type='text'>maré alta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.yehplay.com/musics/Carlinhos-Brown-Ashansu/314367/"&gt;Carlinhos Brown - Ashansu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,0,0" width="260" height="60" id="yehplay" align="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.mp3tube.net/play.swf?id=6e2cf5e3fabb0d65788939cff620f33a"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mp3tube.net/play.swf?id=6e2cf5e3fabb0d65788939cff620f33a" quality="High" width="260" height="60" name="yehplay" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" menu="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ah, meu pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;a ti rendo oferendas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;de amor e graças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;por ter trazido de volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;a alegria pra minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;na praia deixei minhas rezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;pra serem levadas pela maré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;caminhei para esquecer da lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sabia que era uma despedida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;que só o que me envolveria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;era a brisa do mar e não mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;então, padrinho, veio a maré alta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;e senti toda a força da tua canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;no longo e apertado abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;e no beijo apaixonado da minha amada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ashansu / carlinhos brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;obaluaêêê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;babalorixá êê babalorixá totô babalorixá êê&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ê nirê nirê&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ê nirê nirê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baba omolu shê shê salerojá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;baba omolu shê shê salerojá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aê nirê nirê ôôôô&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;aê nirê nirê ôôôô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;aê nirê nirê ôôôô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;aê nirê nirê ôôôô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;meu padrinho é obaluaê orixá ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;meu padrinho é obaluaê orixá ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;meu padrinho é obaluaê orixá ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ê nirê nirê&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ê nirê nirê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baba omolu shê shê salerojá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;baba omolu shê shê salerojá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aê nirê nirê ôôôô&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;aê nirê nirê ôôôô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;aê nirê nirê ôôôô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;aê nirê nirê ôôôô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;obaluaê obaluaê obaluaê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;obaluaê obaluaê obaluaê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;babalo babalo babalo ashansu babalo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;atotô baba atotô ashansu atotô omolu babalodê alolê menasundindê olorumonumbê olorum dindê calofé calofé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;atotô baba atotô ashansu atotô omolu babalodê alolê menasundindê olorumonumbê olorum dindê calofé calofé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;nesse &lt;a href="http://identidadenegra.zip.net/arch2008-04-16_2008-04-30.html#2008_04-23_19_20_39-100247575-0"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; tem uma explicação da letra, que eu copiei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;cânticos de evocação e saudação a obaluaê ou omolú, o orixá das doenças, o senhor dos espíritos encarnados, possuindo o título de rei dos cemitérios, senhor dos cruzeiros, é o controlador das doenças, podendo provocá-las assim como curá-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;em tu eu confio meu senhor que me deu a evolução sei que está comigo e me presenteou com o que mais estimo. que olorum te conceda muita força e luz e o senhor possa compartilhar esta benção comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7605419170734804233-5246351647678322721?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/5246351647678322721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=5246351647678322721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5246351647678322721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605419170734804233/posts/default/5246351647678322721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/2009/07/mare-alta.html' title='maré alta'/><author><name>carlinhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207918452008142822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTlt8zc42d8/RfjTon5Z7jI/AAAAAAAAABI/324MYtWe-lI/s320/carlinhos-ploc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605419170734804233.post-4431835892712961387</id><published>2009-07-07T14:53:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:16:14.285-03:00</updated><title type='text'>novos sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.yehplay.com/musics/rita-lee-agora-so-falta-voceoriginal/104654/"&gt;rita lee - agora so falta voce(original)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,0,0" width="260" height="60" id="yehplay" align="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.mp3tube.net/play.swf?id=cf46592a32469901f60a8fc301a192ec"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mp3tube.net/play.swf?id=cf46592a32469901f60a8fc301a192ec" quality="High" width="260" height="60" name="yehplay" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" menu="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;houve um tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;em que eu andava sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dono do meu próprio caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sabia onde a estrada ia me levar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e era sempre eu a sorrir para a sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mas naquela encruzilhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;em que te conheci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e de mãos dadas seguimos uma nova trilha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a sorte finalmente sorriu para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;não havia mais pote de ouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;no final do arco-íris, o sonho dourado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;um dia, uma paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;uma noite, um amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;cada moeda tirada do pote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e deixada na estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;é um sonho realizado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;quero chegar lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;com o coração cheio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sem sentir falta de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;agora só falta você / rita lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um belo dia resolvi mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E fazer tudo o que eu queria fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me libertei daquela vida vulgar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que eu levava estando junto a você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E em tudo que eu faço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Existe um porquê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu sei que eu nasci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sei que eu nasci pra saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E fui andando sem pensar em voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E sem ligar pro que me aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um belo dia vou lhe telefonar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pra lhe dizer que aquele sonho cresceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No ar que eu respiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu sinto prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;De ser quem eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;De estar onde estou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora só falta você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora só falta você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora só falta você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora só falta você&lt;/span&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/7605419170734804233-4431835892712961387?l=queseje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queseje.blogspot.com/feeds/4431835892712961387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605419170734804233&amp;postID=4431835892712961387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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