<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879</id><updated>2012-02-05T03:39:29.448-03:00</updated><category term='show'/><category term='animais'/><category term='ufpa'/><category term='reflexões'/><category term='bon jovi'/><category term='teatro mágico'/><category term='canadá'/><category term='feira do livro'/><category term='reutilizar'/><category term='lula'/><category term='pôster'/><category term='intercâmbio'/><category term='mundo'/><category term='toronto'/><category term='ella fitzgerald'/><category term='worldcup 2010'/><category term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category term='presentation'/><category 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term='palhaço'/><category term='mr. hyde'/><category term='infância'/><category term='bassalo'/><category term='Queen'/><category term='teatro'/><category term='decorar'/><category term='rotina'/><category term='TOEFL'/><category term='viver'/><category term='recusar'/><category term='cores'/><category term='The beatles'/><category term='michael bublé'/><category term='mpb'/><category term='dilma rousseff'/><category term='gato'/><category term='abril 2011'/><category term='dr. jekyll'/><category term='Titãs'/><category term='Natália Menezes'/><category term='trabalho'/><category term='campanha'/><category term='futuro'/><title type='text'>SEM PEDÁGIO</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>204</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-4923052811824078063</id><published>2012-02-01T17:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T17:36:06.698-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudar é preciso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Resolvi mudar novamente a cara do blog. Agora com uma escolha de cores mais rústicas e um aspecto mais fechado e precioso é que intenciono continuar minhas postagens, sempre que houver algo a ser dito, claro. Estou com algumas dificuldades quanto a escrita, parece-me que vivencio um período infértil. Mas, quem sabe nos próximos dias isto não há de mudar, né? Por enquanto vou me dedicando a leituras de meu agrado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-4923052811824078063?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/4923052811824078063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2012/02/mudar-e-preciso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4923052811824078063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4923052811824078063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2012/02/mudar-e-preciso.html' title='Mudar é preciso.'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-3824612001185380092</id><published>2012-01-27T13:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T13:29:22.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dever cumprido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após um longo e turbulento período posso finalmente descansar aliviada. Consegui, por enquanto, alcançar as metas desejadas. A maior delas é ter passado no&amp;nbsp;mestrado do programa de pós-graduação em física da UFPa.&amp;nbsp;Agora é estabelecer outros objetivos a curto prazo e trabalhar para que os sonhos sejam realizados, afinal, como já diz meu orientador "o sistema sempre tende ao estado de menor energia". Ou seja, deixar ser levado pela vida sem tentar direcioná-la aos próprios interesses não vai (e não deve) ajudar muito não. Enfim, uma nova etapa a seguir, porém, agora, somente após o carnaval. Recife 2012 o/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-3824612001185380092?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/3824612001185380092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2012/01/dever-cumprido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/3824612001185380092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/3824612001185380092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2012/01/dever-cumprido.html' title='Dever cumprido'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-2835486244089529768</id><published>2012-01-07T14:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T14:14:32.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um ano de muitas mudanças interessantes e perspectivas. Espero que em dentro de duas semanas eu tenha um feliz, feliz, feliz ano novo. Enquanto isso é programar e executar. Volto quando a poeira cessar. Hasta la vista, manolos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-2835486244089529768?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/2835486244089529768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/2835486244089529768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/2835486244089529768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-954071086988674478</id><published>2011-12-30T20:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T20:17:24.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-theTd8daZQc/Tv5GZvrQYWI/AAAAAAAAAVM/TjFvcjiKVx8/s1600/88-048.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-theTd8daZQc/Tv5GZvrQYWI/AAAAAAAAAVM/TjFvcjiKVx8/s1600/88-048.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Há &lt;b&gt;lembranças&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que ficarão conosco&lt;br /&gt;para o todo &lt;b&gt;sempre&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-954071086988674478?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/954071086988674478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/ha-lembrancas-que-ficarao-conosco-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/954071086988674478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/954071086988674478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/ha-lembrancas-que-ficarao-conosco-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-theTd8daZQc/Tv5GZvrQYWI/AAAAAAAAAVM/TjFvcjiKVx8/s72-c/88-048.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-512780032072644661</id><published>2011-12-28T12:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T22:51:00.425-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponto de singularidade nos 365 dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LoLBFDvILkM/TvvHeG5l_CI/AAAAAAAAAU0/1rlJ0T3aB5I/s1600/Yo4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LoLBFDvILkM/TvvHeG5l_CI/AAAAAAAAAU0/1rlJ0T3aB5I/s320/Yo4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje completo vinte e um pontos de vinte e oito de dezembro. Um ponto de singularidade nos trezentos e sessenta e cinco dias do ano. Desta vez não estive preparada para grandes comemorações da data. Mesmo porque estou passando um período de transição um tanto conturbado. Aí meu aniversário acabou chegando sem querer e se estabelecendo como um dia ordinário. Não que fosse de minha vontade assim, mas aconteceu de ser. Embora eu possa dizer que não vou esquecer deste dia em especial, já que tive boas surpresas e uma companhia agradabilíssima.&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;Então, como de costume, resolvi postar algo para não passar em branco no blog. Afinal, não é todo dia que se faz aniversário... Tenho esperança de estar comemorando a data de hoje e outras realizações dentro de um mês, e para isto acontecer preciso deste presente (em ambos sentidos) que é o dia de hoje. Como diz uma música do Titãs: &lt;i&gt;o futuro é hoje, cabe na mão&lt;/i&gt;. Desta maneira, despeço-me por enquanto, e, entre funções de onda conto os últimos minutos do dia que significativamente é meu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-512780032072644661?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/512780032072644661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/ponto-de-singularidade-nos-365-dias.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/512780032072644661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/512780032072644661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/ponto-de-singularidade-nos-365-dias.html' title='Ponto de singularidade nos 365 dias'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LoLBFDvILkM/TvvHeG5l_CI/AAAAAAAAAU0/1rlJ0T3aB5I/s72-c/Yo4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-8022810159043588758</id><published>2011-12-23T04:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T04:49:48.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma etapa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem conclui mais uma etapa dos meus estudos: o trabalho de conclusão de curso (vulgo TCC). Às vezes tinha a impressão de que o trabalho nunca fosse acabar, mas não é que ele acabou? Agora tenho uma sensação meio vaga, um desconforto em relação a tudo o que fiz e o que poderia ter feito. De qualquer maneira, está feito! Este é o momento em que preciso me dedicar as novas etapas que virão. Nem acredito que estou me formando em física. Acho que a ficha está demorando um pouco para cair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-8022810159043588758?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/8022810159043588758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/mais-uma-etapa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8022810159043588758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8022810159043588758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/mais-uma-etapa.html' title='Mais uma etapa'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-6764379628186016418</id><published>2011-12-12T19:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T19:20:16.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Toda vez que chega a hora de se mudar a primeira coisa que me vem a cabeça é a quantidade de papel que eu tenho entulhado no meu quarto. Sério, é muito papel. São desenhos, rabiscos, rascunhos, contas, provas, notas de aula, documentos, cartas etc. Geralmente preciso arrumar um lugar para colocá-los porque me desfazer de vez... tá difícil. Quando se trata de materiais da graduação então, sempre acho que vou precisar algum dia, e talvez eu vá mesmo. Aí guardo praticamente tudo.&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;Além dos papéis tem também os livros. Comecei a pensar em doar boa parte dos que tenho. Afinal, muitos deles eu só lembro que existem quando preciso me mudar novamente. Ficam acumulando poeira e poderiam ser muito melhor utilizados por outra pessoa. Tenho mantido mais os livros da graduação, que a probabilidade de serem necessários é bem maior, e outros preferidos de entretenimento. Mas, boa parte dos livros infantis e dos didáticos, de ensino básico, tenho anseio de me separar. Acabamos guardando tanta coisa por guardar que penso se realmente é preciso isso tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mudança significa reciclar também. O sentimento de uma nova moradia para mim é uma vida nova. Embora seja apenas uma mudança de endereço, sempre fico com essa sensação de que tudo será diferente. Apesar de no ínfimo dos meus pensamentos eu bem saber que as mudanças vão além de uma nova roupagem. Precisam ser muito mais internas do que externas...&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;Enfim, é possível que eu demore mais para postar. Estou no período final da graduação, semana que vem defendo meu tcc e ainda preciso me focar em novas atividades e trabalhar no meu próximo passo. Estou tentando me desvincular um tanto da vida de internauta. Acho a internet muito funcional em alguns aspectos, mas pode ser também bastante manipuladora e uma rede de ilusões se não for devidamente utilizada. Comento mais sobre isso nos próximos dias, pois ainda faltam-me caixas a preencher.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-6764379628186016418?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/6764379628186016418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/mudanca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/6764379628186016418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/6764379628186016418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/mudanca.html' title='Mudança'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-3729382286415071174</id><published>2011-12-11T12:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:49:03.834-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A canção dos que amam sem serem amados</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;A canção dos que amam sem serem amados tem batidas melancólicas&lt;br /&gt;Tem o tormento da saudade em vozes trêmulas&lt;br /&gt;Palavras inundadas de sentimento&lt;br /&gt;E versos vulneráveis que não sabem por onde seguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A canção dos que amam sem serem amados é invadida de dor&lt;br /&gt;Lembra a cada segundo a perda de um nunca-amor&lt;br /&gt;Não suporta tamanha ausência, e apesar de tanto desdém&lt;br /&gt;Rompe-se declarações de amor como ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A canção dos que amam sem serem amados é suscetível a lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;É fonte de um rio precioso que só cessa quando o amor se vai&lt;br /&gt;E que vá para nunca mais voltar&lt;br /&gt;Que somente assim o espírito ferido ficará em paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-3729382286415071174?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/3729382286415071174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/cancao-dos-que-amam-sem-serem-amados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/3729382286415071174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/3729382286415071174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/cancao-dos-que-amam-sem-serem-amados.html' title='A canção dos que amam sem serem amados'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-5165865906470903702</id><published>2011-12-11T11:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T11:53:23.639-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Modo automático</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os olhos dela oscilantes acediam e apagavam durante as horas agoniantes da madrugada. Constantes quedas de energia dentro de seu próprio sistema nervoso. Talvez fosse o anseio inconsciente de que numa dessas quedas, algumas partes bem singulares de sua memória queimassem. Quando ela acordou de vez, o tempo já era irrelevante, formado por ponteiros desconexos. Ela poderia passar horas humanas com os olhos fixos na parede branca e sentir apenas como um profundo segundo que havia congelado.&amp;nbsp;Embora seus batimentos ainda fossem frequentes, naquele corpo não havia vida. Não havia indícios da existência de alguém lá dentro. Como um relógio, suas engrenagens funcionavam, os tic-tacs eram audíveis, entretanto, tudo fazia parte de uma estrutura programada para efetuar algumas funções específicas. Se isso fosse a vida a que todos se referem, todas as máquinas seriam comparáveis a algumas pessoas que ela conhecia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-5165865906470903702?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/5165865906470903702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/modo-automatico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5165865906470903702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5165865906470903702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/modo-automatico.html' title='Modo automático'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-5972912434907720429</id><published>2011-12-11T00:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T00:10:25.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Machado de Assis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-otPua8eFa_k/TuQe2XCXd7I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/iH2szzxjek0/s1600/fotos-objetos-numeros-passado_3250317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-otPua8eFa_k/TuQe2XCXd7I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/iH2szzxjek0/s320/fotos-objetos-numeros-passado_3250317.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guarda estes versos que escrevi chorando como um alívio a minha saudade, como um dever do meu amor; e quando houver em ti um eco de saudade, beija estes versos que escrevi chorando.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-5972912434907720429?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/5972912434907720429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/machado-de-assis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5972912434907720429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5972912434907720429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/machado-de-assis.html' title='Machado de Assis'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-otPua8eFa_k/TuQe2XCXd7I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/iH2szzxjek0/s72-c/fotos-objetos-numeros-passado_3250317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-4326792111260028479</id><published>2011-12-09T00:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T00:35:20.086-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherlock Holmes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mvs5hQwRBKU/TuGA7FdKoGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/yDFZ9V6UJfo/s1600/376310_10150435806812435_84213402434_8426086_1888899797_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mvs5hQwRBKU/TuGA7FdKoGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/yDFZ9V6UJfo/s320/376310_10150435806812435_84213402434_8426086_1888899797_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Creio que este não seja o primeiro post a tratar do famoso detetive inglês. Eu, particularmente, sou apaixonada pelo personagem. Mas, deixando o platonismo de lado, estou ansiosa mesmo pela estréia do próximo filme que é intitulado originalmente como "A game of shadows". Por falar em filmes... Faz um bom tempo que não me disponho a ir ao cinema ou mesmo assistir um em casa. Estou sentindo falta dos finais de semana em que eu alugava bem uns cinco filmes e passava o dia todo assistindo. Bons dias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-4326792111260028479?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/4326792111260028479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/sherlock-holmes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4326792111260028479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4326792111260028479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/sherlock-holmes.html' title='Sherlock Holmes'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mvs5hQwRBKU/TuGA7FdKoGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/yDFZ9V6UJfo/s72-c/376310_10150435806812435_84213402434_8426086_1888899797_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-3336866358037133651</id><published>2011-12-07T10:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T10:40:13.691-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby slow down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/50pxq7iDw40" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end is not as fun as the start...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-3336866358037133651?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/3336866358037133651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-slow-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/3336866358037133651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/3336866358037133651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-slow-down.html' title='Baby slow down...'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/50pxq7iDw40/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-8772154062474571983</id><published>2011-12-07T02:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T02:30:49.437-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A aceitação é um processo realista. Você se põe à disposição de aceitar as situações ao perceber que os eventos tem vida própria e não dependem da sua boa vontade. É um processo difícil, mas de que adianta resistir a mudanças, se não há nada que possa se feito? Aparentemente a pergunta se auto-responde. É uma maneira não conflituosa de levar a vida. Citando as palavras de um amigo meu "&lt;i&gt;É melhor você aceitar do que tentar entender&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que não estou me referindo à vida de pesquisadora que pretendo seguir. Neste caso, a insistência no entendimento pode me dar dores de cabeça, mas provavelmente não serão em vão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-8772154062474571983?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/8772154062474571983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8772154062474571983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8772154062474571983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='A'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-3169207131570827524</id><published>2011-12-06T01:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:31:29.111-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Música!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lS9Nbkbto6k/Tt2hmyFJqaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4kkpgF__Iw8/s1600/teclado1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lS9Nbkbto6k/Tt2hmyFJqaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4kkpgF__Iw8/s320/teclado1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minha nova aquisição não poderia ser melhor. Ou poderia, não consigo imaginar a quantidade de coisas (objetos materiais) que me deixariam contente por algum tempo. Mas, apesar disso, não se trata de um capricho humano. É mais associado a um sonho antigo, se não sonho-sonho, pelo menos um grande desejo antigo. Comprei um teclado musical. Desde que me recordo sempre fui encantada pela sonoridade do piano, em especial. É claro que aprecio o som de outros instrumentos musicais tais como violino, violoncelo, violão etc. Mas, sempre tive essa fascinação particular pelo piano. Algo bem delicado que pode exibir intensidades diferentes de emoção. Então, vinha adiando essa vontade de aprender a tocar algum instrumento musical fazia um bom tempo. Entretanto, percebi que se eu sempre fosse deixar para depois em decorrência de algumas ‘prioridades’, eu deixaria a vida passar e me arrependeria de não ter aprendido, ou pelo menos tentado. O mais difícil a priori era conseguir o instrumento desejado. Como não tenho experiência, decidi que seria ideal começar pelo teclado, afinal, é bem mais acessível em termos financeiros. Ainda assim, um teclado razoavelmente bom não é bem acessível. Pelo menos não como é um violão. Enfim, pulando os motivos que me fizeram demorar tanto tempo para concretizar este sonho, só posso dizer que estou feliz. Desejo muito aprender a tocar Clair de Lune do Claude Debussy, que é uma das minhas músicas clássicas preferidas. Sei que é bastante ambição para uma pessoa que está iniciando, e de modo autodidata também, o estudo de um instrumento musical. Mas, sei que consigo chegar lá! Será uma satisfação muito grande. Com certeza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Dv1otAvDov0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;Por enquanto só aprendi este trecho, ainda faltam mais três partes da música. Não tenho interesse em seguir carreira musical, portanto, não levem tão à sério.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-3169207131570827524?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/3169207131570827524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/ah-musica.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/3169207131570827524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/3169207131570827524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/ah-musica.html' title='Ah, Música!'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lS9Nbkbto6k/Tt2hmyFJqaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4kkpgF__Iw8/s72-c/teclado1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-1799674697151624344</id><published>2011-11-29T18:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T19:07:49.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A bola é sua! Vai, vai, vai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando o final de semestre coincide com o final da própria graduação é o momento que você precisa reunir todos os pacotinhos de chá calmantes. Se não, certamente, você irá surtar. Só consigo tomar café. Encontro-me dentro de um túnel vertical que constante mente preenchem com papéis, anotações, modificações, conteúdos etc. Não vou enlouquecer, mas poderia. Algumas pessoas talvez enlouqueçam em situações assim. "Apenas" presencio uma agonia intensa de querer concluir atividades para que outras tenham mais tempo. Porém, quanto mais me esforço para finalizar umas atividades, gasto muito tempo e sempre aparece algo novo. Então, acabo desequilibrando a mínima atenção que cada atividade requer. &amp;nbsp;E, assim, continuo tentando terminar tudo, ou que tudo termine. Aí me vem a vontade de escrever para não surtar. Não vou surtar agora, né?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-1799674697151624344?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/1799674697151624344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/11/bola-e-sua-vai-vai-vai.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/1799674697151624344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/1799674697151624344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/11/bola-e-sua-vai-vai-vai.html' title='A bola é sua! Vai, vai, vai!'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-8781825231195117826</id><published>2011-11-27T09:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T09:57:15.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O interessante desinteressante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O interessante de tão excessivo tornou-se desgastante.&amp;nbsp;Explicitamente carregado entre lábios vagos, o interessante não parece ter significado algum. É a maneira de expressão mais comum dos que nada tem a acrescentar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-8781825231195117826?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/8781825231195117826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-interessante-de-tao-excessivo-tornou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8781825231195117826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8781825231195117826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-interessante-de-tao-excessivo-tornou.html' title='O interessante desinteressante'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-4434856793828472266</id><published>2011-11-27T02:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T02:17:36.025-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Transições</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A vida parece uma função bem comportada até você encontrar pontos de singularidade. Quero dizer... Nos intervalos de tempo maiores estamos fixos numa situação aparentemente permanente, até que chegamos em um momento de transição. Transições implicam (necessariamente) em escolhas, mesmo que 'a' escolha seja permanecer inalterado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-4434856793828472266?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/4434856793828472266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/11/transicoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4434856793828472266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4434856793828472266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/11/transicoes.html' title='Transições'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-2732109769556643269</id><published>2011-11-13T23:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T23:24:43.661-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Longe</title><content type='html'>Fugia da realidade dolorida&lt;br /&gt;P'ra me encontrar contigo, num sonho qualquer&lt;br /&gt;E depois despertava com a alma embrigada&lt;br /&gt;De tanto tomar-te como meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-2732109769556643269?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/2732109769556643269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/11/longe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/2732109769556643269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/2732109769556643269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/11/longe.html' title='Longe'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-4020937271079303512</id><published>2011-11-12T10:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T10:19:48.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Então</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A liberdade ressurge e alcança meus calcanhares doloridos. Por um longo período caminhei em círculos, sem poder distinguir o começo e o fim. Apenas estava situada num pequeno pedaço de uma trajetória imutável, permanente e inconsequente. Os vínculos que me mantinham presa ao percurso se desfizeram...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-4020937271079303512?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/4020937271079303512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/11/entao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4020937271079303512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4020937271079303512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/11/entao.html' title='Então'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-6006590374317574453</id><published>2011-11-12T01:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:46:31.995-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem de nós dois, Ana Carolina.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;E cada vez que eu&lt;b&gt; fujo&lt;/b&gt;, eu me &lt;b&gt;aproximo mais&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E te &lt;u&gt;perder&lt;/u&gt; de vista assim é &lt;u&gt;ruim demais&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é por isso que atravesso o teu futuro&lt;br /&gt;E faço das lembranças um lugar seguro&lt;br /&gt;Não é que eu queira reviver nenhum passado&lt;br /&gt;Nem revirar um sentimento revirado&lt;br /&gt;Mas toda vez que eu procuro uma saída&lt;br /&gt;Acabo entrando sem querer na tua vida&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-6006590374317574453?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/6006590374317574453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/11/quem-de-nos-dois-ana-carolina.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/6006590374317574453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/6006590374317574453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/11/quem-de-nos-dois-ana-carolina.html' title='Quem de nós dois, Ana Carolina.'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-4446550690982486765</id><published>2011-11-10T09:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T09:16:09.077-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor e Sexo, Rita Lee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ho-iGFctXe8" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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;i&gt;Sexo é escolha,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amor é sorte...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-4446550690982486765?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/4446550690982486765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/11/amor-e-sexo-rita-lee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4446550690982486765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4446550690982486765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/11/amor-e-sexo-rita-lee.html' title='Amor e Sexo, Rita Lee.'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ho-iGFctXe8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-6771999758876977167</id><published>2011-11-09T02:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T02:45:09.194-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma nota na madrugada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou realmente impressionada com algumas coisas que tenho lido a respeito da Física. Espero que minha intuição me guie a bons resultados.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-6771999758876977167?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/6771999758876977167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/11/uma-nota-na-madrugada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/6771999758876977167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/6771999758876977167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/11/uma-nota-na-madrugada.html' title='Uma nota na madrugada'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-5616407657018191673</id><published>2011-11-01T03:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T03:42:47.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um mês e uma estratégia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Começo minha jornada pela madrugada com uma xícara de café preto adocicado à gosto. Fazia algum tempo que não conseguia prender minha atenção exclusivamente na estratégia marcada. Estou com uma sensação um pouco estranha de que, metaforicamente, hei de parir em um mês. Tem sido bem curioso imaginar meu trabalho de conclusão de curso como um filho que vou cuidando e&amp;nbsp;embelezando&amp;nbsp;com afinco. A preciosa satisfação em produzir algo que o permita sentir-se útil não me faz entender o trabalho como um fardo que comumente é entendido por alguns estudantes. Pelo contrário, como pontuei anteriormente, é importante conceber a oportunidade para expor a sua unicidade dentro do meio acadêmico, e consequentemente dentro da sociedade. Bom, esse é apenas um breve relato de um pensamento em relação à minha "jornada". É possível que eu poste nos próximos dias enquanto faço um intervalo mental entre uma anotação e outra.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-5616407657018191673?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/5616407657018191673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/11/um-mes-e-uma-estrategia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5616407657018191673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5616407657018191673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/11/um-mes-e-uma-estrategia.html' title='Um mês e uma estratégia'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-7041512939009023512</id><published>2011-10-26T14:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T14:25:18.751-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos poucos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aos poucos a segunda se iguala ao sábado, ou ao domingo, tanto faz, todos os dias, aos poucos, passam a ser unidades indistinguíveis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-7041512939009023512?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/7041512939009023512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/10/aos-poucos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/7041512939009023512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/7041512939009023512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/10/aos-poucos.html' title='Aos poucos'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-127411818977692509</id><published>2011-09-18T19:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T19:42:34.888-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A jornada teria sido mais difícil se ela não estivesse preparada para os dias que viriam. Todos seus temores e aflições se esparramavam pelos seus olhos. O único lugar o qual não poderiam encontrá-la estava bem a sua frente. Projetado com uma capa dura e com ilustração simples, um livro atraía seu olhar. Ela sentou no chão, encostando as costas na parede e começou a folheá-lo sem intenção de se aprofundar no conteúdo. Parecia uma perda (desnecessária) de tempo folhear um livro sem se entregar ao conhecimento ali contido e que aguardava por uma alma sedenta de curiosidade. Quis se entregar ao mistério, porém seus pensamentos vagos não permitiam que se concentrasse nas muitas definições e sequências de raciocínio lógico. Tudo que havia feito até então se inclinava para a tentativa de se tornar um ser mais objetivo. Errou mais uma vez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-127411818977692509?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/127411818977692509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/09/jornada-teria-sido-mais-dificil-se-ela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/127411818977692509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/127411818977692509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/09/jornada-teria-sido-mais-dificil-se-ela.html' title=''/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-8293179050246454540</id><published>2011-09-15T20:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T20:57:40.814-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>‎"All that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-8293179050246454540?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/8293179050246454540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/09/all-that-we-need-to-make-us-happy-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8293179050246454540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8293179050246454540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/09/all-that-we-need-to-make-us-happy-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-7918000030458605091</id><published>2011-09-11T21:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T21:52:58.234-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mpb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caetano Veloso'/><title type='text'>Carinhoso, Caetano Veloso.</title><content type='html'>Vem, vem, vem, vem&lt;br /&gt;sentir o calor dos lábios meus&lt;br /&gt;a procura dos teus&lt;br /&gt;vem matar essa paixão&lt;br /&gt;que me devora o coração&lt;br /&gt;só assim eu serei, feliz, bem feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-7918000030458605091?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-1613391913007882633</id><published>2011-09-06T18:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T18:49:38.702-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desenho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>Desenho da Banda U2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwy43bmOQPo/TmaVT5HMmEI/AAAAAAAAATw/6au5MowQG94/s1600/U2_banda_porNM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwy43bmOQPo/TmaVT5HMmEI/AAAAAAAAATw/6au5MowQG94/s200/U2_banda_porNM.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam, Bono, The Edge e Larry. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-1613391913007882633?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/1613391913007882633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/09/desenho-da-banda-u2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/1613391913007882633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/1613391913007882633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/09/desenho-da-banda-u2.html' title='Desenho da Banda U2'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwy43bmOQPo/TmaVT5HMmEI/AAAAAAAAATw/6au5MowQG94/s72-c/U2_banda_porNM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-7993715197812508722</id><published>2011-08-30T20:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:43:42.330-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Severus Snape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J K Rowling'/><title type='text'>Potter. Harry Potter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Este post é dedicado à série de livros (e filmes) da história do bruxo Harry Potter, criação de J.K. Rowling. Para àqueles que ainda não leram e não pretendem ser surpreendidos com spoilers, deixo meu aviso desde já. ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Comecei a tomar conhecimento e gosto pela história de J.K.Rowling em 2001/2002. Tive àquelas "febres" de fãs que desejavam ler tudo sobre esse fantástico mundo. Qualquer criança com um pouco de imaginação se sentiria tentada a mergulhar na magia que os livros transbordam. Mas, apesar de, naquela época e no decorrer dos anos, a curiosidade ter me prendido a atenção por bastante tempo, quando o último livro saiu à venda, não senti a mesma vontade de lê-lo. Não lembro muito bem o porquê... Lembro, porém, que cheguei a acompanhar os primeiros capítulos do sétimo livro quando foram divulgados pela web antes do exemplar completo chegar as lojas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De toda maneira, esses dias, um tanto mais velha e já após quase cinco anos do lançamento, resolvi pegar o livro que estava guardado na minha antiga coleção. Comecei a lê-lo e não demorei mais que dois dias para finalizá-lo. Fico contente por ter acompanhado a série, ainda não vi o último filme lançado, pois pretendia fazê-lo após a leitura do livro de fato. &lt;br /&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/-tp5We6cpPSA/Tl1xvNzeOpI/AAAAAAAAATo/zvqKKd8tPiU/s1600/Caricatura_SeverusSnape_porNM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tp5We6cpPSA/Tl1xvNzeOpI/AAAAAAAAATo/zvqKKd8tPiU/s320/Caricatura_SeverusSnape_porNM.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá vamos aos spoilers... Um tanto tarde para dizer, mas o personagem de Severus Snape sempre fora atraente a meus olhos desde de A Câmara Secreta. Houve um salto significativo de atenção quando li o Enigma do Princípe, e agora, depois de As Relíquias da Morte, posso dizer certamente que ele é meu personagem preferido. A história dele tocou-me profundamente. Talvez seja o personagem mais bonito de toda série. Tão intenso eram seus sentimentos e verdadeiros... Acho até estranho, pela sua personalidade e atitudes quanto pessoa (apesar dos apesares) que tenha sido escolhido para fazer parte da casa Sonserina, enquanto outros que pareciam ter um comportamento mais à moda da casa não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É difícil descrever o apego que fiquei ao personagem após a leitura, mas certamente cativou-me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso em escrever mais sobre depois, pois atualmente meu tempo anda curto. Mas, por hora, eu precisava comentar alguma coisa aqui no blog. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-7993715197812508722?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/7993715197812508722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/08/potter-harry-potter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/7993715197812508722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/7993715197812508722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/08/potter-harry-potter.html' title='Potter. Harry Potter...'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tp5We6cpPSA/Tl1xvNzeOpI/AAAAAAAAATo/zvqKKd8tPiU/s72-c/Caricatura_SeverusSnape_porNM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-8796812970371002810</id><published>2011-08-25T20:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T20:29:30.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo dia é uma nova reflexão</title><content type='html'>...e continuo pesando minhas opções de escolha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-8796812970371002810?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/8796812970371002810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/08/todo-dia-e-uma-nova-reflexao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8796812970371002810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8796812970371002810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/08/todo-dia-e-uma-nova-reflexao.html' title='Todo dia é uma nova reflexão'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-401897042525189715</id><published>2011-08-10T12:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T12:18:30.755-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natália Menezes'/><title type='text'>Série: Os animais também choram...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Bf3VoKX8GE/TkKgUCDWC9I/AAAAAAAAATc/e4Un3psjdEg/s1600/OsAnimaisTbmChoram.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Bf3VoKX8GE/TkKgUCDWC9I/AAAAAAAAATc/e4Un3psjdEg/s320/OsAnimaisTbmChoram.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-401897042525189715?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/401897042525189715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/08/serie-os-animais-tambem-choram.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/401897042525189715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/401897042525189715'/><link 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descoberta de nós mesmos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-396193672602102042?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/396193672602102042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/08/ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/396193672602102042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/396193672602102042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/08/ser.html' title='Ser'/><author><name>Natália 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ela&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Essa pequena, faixa 3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O trecho me lembra algo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-3891857365360831726?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/3891857365360831726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/07/chico-buarque-novo-cd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/3891857365360831726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/3891857365360831726'/><link 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mais uma menina&lt;br /&gt;Sem brilho ou purpurina&lt;br /&gt;Solitária e tão mufina&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas e olhares vagos de pensar&lt;br /&gt;Em você, e somente em você&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-453922308278215958?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/453922308278215958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/07/voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/453922308278215958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/453922308278215958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/07/voce.html' title='Você'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-707158814943725502</id><published>2011-07-30T16:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T16:17:25.329-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando o silêncio se instala...</title><content type='html'>No mais íntimo do meu ser, nunca desejei, de fato, distanciar-me de ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-707158814943725502?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-551236646729731291</id><published>2011-07-26T14:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T14:32:33.144-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatro mágico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Anitelli'/><title type='text'>Tempos produtivos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vocês podem conferir o que ando fazendo no meu site pessoal&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://nataliamenezes.com/"&gt;www.nataliamenezes.com&lt;/a&gt;, agora com domínio próprio por questões "práticas" (e de estresse, rs). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como não é viável postar todas as caricaturas que fiz durante esse tempo que ando sumida do blog, aqui está a última delas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VWWTZXy41Q0/Ti76CmCVusI/AAAAAAAAATQ/du0Oauq2e6E/s1600/Caricatura_FernandoAnitelli_porNM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VWWTZXy41Q0/Ti76CmCVusI/AAAAAAAAATQ/du0Oauq2e6E/s320/Caricatura_FernandoAnitelli_porNM.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/637746093718841879-551236646729731291?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/551236646729731291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/07/tempos-produtivos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-7654810849731707267</id><published>2011-07-22T11:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T11:48:49.169-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caricatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorteio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'>Quer concorrer a uma caricatura?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Exiba seu lado divertido em suas redes sociais ao ser sorteado com uma caricatura de sua preferência (tradicional ou digital). Para concorrer é bem simples! &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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj0u3DRjQjE/TimNwP0De_I/AAAAAAAAATM/53fgk2q90hI/s1600/sorteiocaricatura.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj0u3DRjQjE/TimNwP0De_I/AAAAAAAAATM/53fgk2q90hI/s320/sorteiocaricatura.jpg" width="320" /&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;&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/637746093718841879-7654810849731707267?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/7654810849731707267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/07/quer-concorrer-uma-caricatura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/7654810849731707267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/7654810849731707267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/07/quer-concorrer-uma-caricatura.html' title='Quer concorrer a uma caricatura?'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj0u3DRjQjE/TimNwP0De_I/AAAAAAAAATM/53fgk2q90hI/s72-c/sorteiocaricatura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-5524015269585968737</id><published>2011-07-15T15:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T15:35:37.915-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samba da volta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vinicius de moraes'/><title type='text'>Por um momento.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Você voltou, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;A alegria que me deu&lt;br /&gt;Quando a porta abriu&lt;br /&gt;Você me olhou&lt;br /&gt;Você sorriu&lt;br /&gt;Ah, você se derreteu&lt;br /&gt;E se atirou&lt;br /&gt;Me envolveu&lt;br /&gt;Me brincou&lt;br /&gt;Conferiu o que era seu...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-5524015269585968737?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/5524015269585968737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/07/por-um-momento.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5524015269585968737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5524015269585968737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/07/por-um-momento.html' title='Por um momento.'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-6022834066126687194</id><published>2011-07-13T13:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T13:51:07.934-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Titãs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>#diamundialdorock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como estão dizendo por aí que hoje é o Dia Mundial do Rock, resolvi selecionar cinco vídeos de cinco bandas diferentes que gosto. Claro que existem outras músicas tão boas quanto, mas como minha intenção não é listar tudo, já que me levaria um tempo precioso, posto apenas estes cinco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. The Fly (U2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="290" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/A53BDbV7m4Y" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Under Pressure (Queen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="290" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T36Ez1pq3E8" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A melhor banda de todos os tempos (Titãs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="290" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QNIk7DXQUds" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. NewBorn (Muse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="290" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8e3Amp4SgOY" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm the Walrus (The Beatles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="290" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RG73Pk1yUj8" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&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/637746093718841879-6022834066126687194?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/6022834066126687194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/07/diamundialdorock.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/6022834066126687194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/6022834066126687194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/07/diamundialdorock.html' title='#diamundialdorock'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/A53BDbV7m4Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-5468468601637739593</id><published>2011-07-12T08:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T08:30:22.537-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bon jovi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Expressar-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há diversas formas de expressar como você se sente em relação ao mundo. A minha, no momento, tem sido pela exposição de algumas músicas... Então, neste momento, eu diria que "It's my life" do Bon Jovi é a ideal. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jC67JzPqDG4" width="460"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-5468468601637739593?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/5468468601637739593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/07/expressar-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5468468601637739593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5468468601637739593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/07/expressar-se.html' title='Expressar-se'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jC67JzPqDG4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-3424587524862255710</id><published>2011-07-09T10:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T08:32:26.643-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><title type='text'>How i feel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HgzGwKwLmgM" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-3424587524862255710?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/3424587524862255710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/3424587524862255710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/3424587524862255710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-i-feel.html' title='How i feel...'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HgzGwKwLmgM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-379820438193112837</id><published>2011-07-01T18:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T18:56:39.649-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esvaecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0GmHqG5F8Vw/Tg47xR2lMVI/AAAAAAAAAS4/VW9wWtcjx0Q/s1600/sparklesnlights_icon39.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0GmHqG5F8Vw/Tg47xR2lMVI/AAAAAAAAAS4/VW9wWtcjx0Q/s1600/sparklesnlights_icon39.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: None&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Sweet Georgia Brown - John Pizzarelli&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://wizards_pupil.livejournal.com/"&gt;/wizards_pupil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certa manhã,&lt;br /&gt;Numa manhã certa...&lt;br /&gt;Corria pela as areias brancas da praia&lt;br /&gt;Amassando o chão com minhas pisadas&lt;br /&gt;Cada passo era levado em segundos pelo mar&lt;br /&gt;Que desesperadamente puxava e enterrava&amp;nbsp;meus pés&lt;br /&gt;Com aquelas águas cristalinas&lt;br /&gt;Lavava minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Dissolviam-se os tormentos a cada mergulho&lt;br /&gt;E, a cada mergulho esquecia-me&lt;br /&gt;Esquecia-me de porquê corria&lt;br /&gt;A brisa fresca encontrava minha face suada&lt;br /&gt;Empurrando meus cabelos para longe&lt;br /&gt;O sol refletia na água e sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;Acolhia-me com os pensamentos vagos&lt;br /&gt;Tão dispersos que o motivo...&lt;br /&gt;O motivo já não faria mais diferença&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-379820438193112837?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/379820438193112837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/07/esvaecer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/379820438193112837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/379820438193112837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/07/esvaecer.html' title='Esvaecer'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0GmHqG5F8Vw/Tg47xR2lMVI/AAAAAAAAAS4/VW9wWtcjx0Q/s72-c/sparklesnlights_icon39.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-2327501680454339628</id><published>2011-06-26T02:57:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T02:59:56.655-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>(...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jyfGjAF65S8/TgbJmbixMqI/AAAAAAAAAS0/YI0PDG7a77k/s1600/sb05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jyfGjAF65S8/TgbJmbixMqI/AAAAAAAAAS0/YI0PDG7a77k/s1600/sb05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://morgrix.livejournal.com/"&gt;/morgrix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resta-me apenas sorrir ao lembrar das coisas boas que ficaram, e aceitar que tudo, inevitavelmente, um dia acaba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E, então, a história se repete...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-2327501680454339628?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/2327501680454339628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/2327501680454339628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/2327501680454339628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='(...)'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jyfGjAF65S8/TgbJmbixMqI/AAAAAAAAAS0/YI0PDG7a77k/s72-c/sb05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-5712934136410816309</id><published>2011-06-26T00:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T00:21:45.496-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheldon cooper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caricatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the big bang theory'/><title type='text'>Caricatura: Sheldon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wIBqSpXSly8/TgNPMw5J0PI/AAAAAAAAASo/zlmU2wigaBQ/s1600/32011913.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wIBqSpXSly8/TgNPMw5J0PI/AAAAAAAAASo/zlmU2wigaBQ/s1600/32011913.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Happy&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Futuros amantes - Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://bobo2511.livejournal.com/"&gt;/bobo2511&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De você, O que vem?&lt;br /&gt;Um'alma carente&lt;br /&gt;Buscando saciar a própria sede &lt;br /&gt;Enaltecer o ego descontente&lt;br /&gt;Por amar tão diferente&lt;br /&gt;A quem não te quis corresponder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-6105775042010687890?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/6105775042010687890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/06/nao-se-afobe-nao-que-nada-e-pra-ja.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/6105775042010687890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/6105775042010687890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/06/nao-se-afobe-nao-que-nada-e-pra-ja.html' title='Desvios'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wIBqSpXSly8/TgNPMw5J0PI/AAAAAAAAASo/zlmU2wigaBQ/s72-c/32011913.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-6352749841117104907</id><published>2011-06-20T21:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T21:22:36.193-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thais gulin'/><title type='text'>Horas Cariocas - Thaís Gulin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hnsm78FyUVo" width="430"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-6352749841117104907?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/6352749841117104907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/06/horas-cariocas-thais-gulin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/6352749841117104907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/6352749841117104907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/06/horas-cariocas-thais-gulin.html' title='Horas Cariocas - Thaís Gulin'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hnsm78FyUVo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-4956736595255328542</id><published>2011-06-19T10:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T10:48:30.072-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chico buarque'/><title type='text'>Dia de Chico Buarque</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r6hZogNNKMA/Tf37bQFwNSI/AAAAAAAAASg/eijV0PhklqA/s1600/chico-buarque.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r6hZogNNKMA/Tf37bQFwNSI/AAAAAAAAASg/eijV0PhklqA/s320/chico-buarque.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje o cantor e compositor completa mais um ano de vida. Feliz, nós fãs, pela sua existência. Certamente um diferencial na música brasileira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-4956736595255328542?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/4956736595255328542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/06/dia-de-chico-buarque.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4956736595255328542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4956736595255328542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/06/dia-de-chico-buarque.html' title='Dia de Chico Buarque'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r6hZogNNKMA/Tf37bQFwNSI/AAAAAAAAASg/eijV0PhklqA/s72-c/chico-buarque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-7803539856797680967</id><published>2011-06-18T23:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T23:38:49.857-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfVL2IDu_rg/Tf1T9SOEpbI/AAAAAAAAASc/GFugtVU8Oeg/s1600/rkwll5_th.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfVL2IDu_rg/Tf1T9SOEpbI/AAAAAAAAASc/GFugtVU8Oeg/s200/rkwll5_th.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Trying to understand what's going on with my beloved feelings&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: One note samba - John Pizzarelli&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://blame.livejournal.com/"&gt;/blame&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day i used to think that for every situation we pass through should exist a predetermined way to deal with. Now, i've seen that it's easier to follow another person's ideas than our own. Of course, many of the situations that i'm referring to are usually common for most of people, like those about love, affection or relationships (in general). So, based on this thought we also should expect that advices, concerning these kind of problems, given by 'old' ones are the right answer, even if the "boundary conditions" for each situation are different. (Sorry about the specific term with quotations marks - much time dealing with physical terms)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well... I can personally say that I do an enormous work trying to understand what I feel, and then to respond for myself. I know that I might seem to be fooled sometimes, but I believe it's better to evaluate exactly the facts. That's what is going on with me right now. I feel the freedom in my soul, like a bird that have just learned how to fly. Definitely is a great thing. On the other hand, i recognize that deep inside there is a part of me that does not got the signal yet.&amp;nbsp;Something is missing (and i know what it is). Not that i'm feeling sad, i'm good.&amp;nbsp;I just have some particular memories that continue to knock on my head. It's about what i've lived in the past months or even years. Magical, by the way.&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;I'm right that this is only moment that will pass as time goes by. I've experienced a similar feeling every time I must deal with the ending of something really important to me. Natural, as Chico Buarque once said in one of his songs "Roda mundo, roda gigante, roda moinho, roda pião..." what to me reflects the constant modifications that life expose to us.&amp;nbsp;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-7803539856797680967?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/7803539856797680967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/06/whats-going-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/7803539856797680967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/7803539856797680967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/06/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s going on ?'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfVL2IDu_rg/Tf1T9SOEpbI/AAAAAAAAASc/GFugtVU8Oeg/s72-c/rkwll5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-5384859859899493086</id><published>2011-06-18T18:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T18:33:46.236-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pensamento sobre o momento</title><content type='html'>Não deixe que envenenem sua essência com sentimentos desprezíveis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-5384859859899493086?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/5384859859899493086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-pensamento-sobre-o-momento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5384859859899493086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5384859859899493086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-pensamento-sobre-o-momento.html' title='Um pensamento sobre o momento'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-2350235372000551577</id><published>2011-06-17T14:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T14:39:26.316-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frank sinatra'/><title type='text'>Frank Sinatra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bP6Wu_YrCJ0/TfuQ69yD1II/AAAAAAAAASU/x4saq7_BqPc/s1600/Frank-Sinatra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bP6Wu_YrCJ0/TfuQ69yD1II/AAAAAAAAASU/x4saq7_BqPc/s320/Frank-Sinatra.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ele tem brilho no olhar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-2350235372000551577?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/2350235372000551577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/06/frank-sinatra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/2350235372000551577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/2350235372000551577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/06/frank-sinatra.html' title='Frank Sinatra'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bP6Wu_YrCJ0/TfuQ69yD1II/AAAAAAAAASU/x4saq7_BqPc/s72-c/Frank-Sinatra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-8698034476277321303</id><published>2011-06-16T20:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T20:37:17.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Current mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p8OUX-mQYUo/TfqQqL_DS3I/AAAAAAAAASQ/Z_sy23A2fOM/s1600/tbbt_04_04.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p8OUX-mQYUo/TfqQqL_DS3I/AAAAAAAAASQ/Z_sy23A2fOM/s200/tbbt_04_04.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Hopeful &amp;amp; Happy&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: All of me - John Pizzarelli&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://jlk-lumberjack.livejournal.com/"&gt;/jlk-lumberjack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saindo do forno um layout novo para o blog. Eu particularmente gostei do novo visual. Já fazia um bom tempo que eu não mudava, então resolvi alterar. Afinal, mudar de vez em quando é bom. Revigora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desde de que retornei de Foz do Iguaçu sinto-me renovada, contente, otimista. Espero que esta sensação seja no mínimo duradoura, rs. Em pleno final de semestre não estou com aquela sensação de saturamento, o que é muito bom. Acho que finalmente encontrei o que procurava. :)&lt;br /&gt;Agora é só trabalhar! (e torcer para minha &lt;i&gt;garganta inflamada&lt;/i&gt; melhorar logo, rs)&lt;br /&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/637746093718841879-8698034476277321303?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/8698034476277321303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/06/current-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8698034476277321303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8698034476277321303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/06/current-mood.html' title='Current mood'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p8OUX-mQYUo/TfqQqL_DS3I/AAAAAAAAASQ/Z_sy23A2fOM/s72-c/tbbt_04_04.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-2417256507935550974</id><published>2011-06-14T20:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T20:56:39.786-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brasília'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john pizzarelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz'/><title type='text'>Brazil valentine's day</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPHUwSZEqNs/TffvKqUsCjI/AAAAAAAAASI/1pVDH8r6N64/s1600/john%2526eu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPHUwSZEqNs/TffvKqUsCjI/AAAAAAAAASI/1pVDH8r6N64/s200/john%2526eu.jpg" width="167" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Neste último domingo (12), comemorado o dia dos namorados no Brasil, estive em Brasília para prestigiar e admirar mais ainda o trabalho de um dos meus músicos preferidos: John Pizzarelli. Fiquei algum tempo sem saber se o veria ou não, já que precisaria viajar para isto. Felizmente, encontrei uma passagem aérea acessível e o ingresso estava num preço camarada, e isto para a melhor seção! Fiquei sentadinha na terceira fileira de frente para o palco. Muito próximo mesmo. Como se não bastasse vê-lo pessoalmente, sabia que por ser um show diferenciado, para um público também diferenciado, que poderia haver a possibilidade de eu conseguir uma fotografia com ele. Certamente, tive duas vezes sorte. Uma por estar lá, e outra pela produção do show ser supergentil e ter me deixado entrar no camarim para falar com ele. Falar, pouco falei. Aliás, não quis abusar da boa vontade e havia também algumas outras poucas pessoas que também aguardavam para registrar o momento com suas câmeras fotográficas. Depois pensei que talvez eu devesse ter levado o meu desenho para ele autografar, mas isto fica para uma outra oportunidade; quem sabe no futuro, né? Então, montei um vídeo com pequenos trechos de algumas músicas que filmei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ii_fgifWXVU" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Por hoje é tudo que tenho a dizer. Não poderia deixar de comentar no blog também sobre este evento felicíssimo. O melhor dia dos namorados de todos os tempos. Aliás, o John Pizzarelli é um lindo! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-2417256507935550974?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/2417256507935550974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/06/brazil-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/2417256507935550974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/2417256507935550974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/06/brazil-valentines-day.html' title='Brazil valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPHUwSZEqNs/TffvKqUsCjI/AAAAAAAAASI/1pVDH8r6N64/s72-c/john%2526eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-4225214896353599544</id><published>2011-05-29T11:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T11:35:33.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave it behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2-QV04UMx0/TeJYLoVC6SI/AAAAAAAAAR8/SJyaMkIf-Bc/s1600/71nar-020.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2-QV04UMx0/TeJYLoVC6SI/AAAAAAAAAR8/SJyaMkIf-Bc/s1600/71nar-020.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Mellow&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Too Marvelous For Words - John Pizzarelli&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://acolorfulguy.livejournal.com/"&gt;/acolorfulguy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há momentos em que precisamos reciclar o que há de bom, e descartar o que não nos faz bem, ou que não merece nossa atenção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-4225214896353599544?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/4225214896353599544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/05/leave-it-behind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4225214896353599544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4225214896353599544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/05/leave-it-behind.html' title='Leave it behind'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2-QV04UMx0/TeJYLoVC6SI/AAAAAAAAAR8/SJyaMkIf-Bc/s72-c/71nar-020.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-2729404303248548267</id><published>2011-05-28T09:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T09:08:47.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Semestre acabando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--6EW0BKCV1k/TeDilMgid1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/5Eyi9704tQQ/s1600/65juq-059.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--6EW0BKCV1k/TeDilMgid1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/5Eyi9704tQQ/s200/65juq-059.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Anxious&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Moça bonita - Geraldo Azevedo&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://acolorfulguy.livejournal.com/"&gt;/acolorfulguy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semestre acabando. Mamãe fica me lembrando que logo estarei formada... Quando penso nisso só me vem a mente os exames de pós-graduação. Preciso aprender a controlar minha ansiedade, nervosismo, expectativas etc. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-2729404303248548267?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/2729404303248548267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/05/semestre-acabando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/2729404303248548267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/2729404303248548267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/05/semestre-acabando.html' title='Semestre acabando'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--6EW0BKCV1k/TeDilMgid1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/5Eyi9704tQQ/s72-c/65juq-059.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-3397217169464613222</id><published>2011-05-22T20:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T20:39:33.578-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poucas palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-68-Cpby3-ic/TdmduprfPpI/AAAAAAAAARo/7bUZBEQOn0g/s1600/ha.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-68-Cpby3-ic/TdmduprfPpI/AAAAAAAAARo/7bUZBEQOn0g/s1600/ha.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Happy&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Lua Cheia - Thaís Gulin&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://arobynsung.livejournal.com/"&gt;/arobynsung&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O trabalho engrandece o homem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-3397217169464613222?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/3397217169464613222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/05/poucas-palavras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/3397217169464613222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/3397217169464613222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/05/poucas-palavras.html' title='Poucas palavras'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-68-Cpby3-ic/TdmduprfPpI/AAAAAAAAARo/7bUZBEQOn0g/s72-c/ha.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-7924231338983963681</id><published>2011-05-15T19:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T19:11:12.503-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chico buarque'/><title type='text'>Ele traduz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ele traduz com muita precisão minhas idéias. Algumas delas. Faz-me raciocinar sobre outras que eu ainda nem conhecia, mas que aos poucos fui me habituando. Ele revela em mim o que há de mais romântico, e cria situações as quais eu desejaria vivenciar. O nome dele é Chico Buarque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tatuagem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ficar no teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Feito tatuagem&lt;br /&gt;Que é pra te dar coragem&lt;br /&gt;Prá seguir viagem&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite vem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E também pra me perpetuar&lt;br /&gt;Em tua escrava&lt;br /&gt;Que você pega, esfrega&lt;br /&gt;Nega, mas não lava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero brincar no teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Feito bailarina&lt;br /&gt;Que logo se alucina&lt;br /&gt;Salta e te ilumina&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite vem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E nos músculos exaustos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do teu braço&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Repousar frouxa, murcha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Farta, morta de cansaço...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero pesar feito cruz&lt;br /&gt;Nas tuas costas&lt;br /&gt;Que te retalha em postas&lt;br /&gt;Mas no fundo gostas&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite vem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser a cicatriz&lt;br /&gt;Risonha e corrosiva&lt;br /&gt;Marcada a frio&lt;br /&gt;Ferro e fogo&lt;br /&gt;Em carne viva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corações de mãe, arpões&lt;br /&gt;Sereias e serpentes&lt;br /&gt;Que te rabiscam&lt;br /&gt;O corpo todo&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sentes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/637746093718841879-7924231338983963681?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/7924231338983963681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/05/ele-traduz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/7924231338983963681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/7924231338983963681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/05/ele-traduz.html' title='Ele traduz'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-5700296934584736943</id><published>2011-05-08T14:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T14:15:21.852-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mãe'/><title type='text'>Feliz dia das Mães</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ilw-vChSLm8/TcbPVMTVUjI/AAAAAAAAARk/4HPMy_p5Jkc/s1600/mae_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ilw-vChSLm8/TcbPVMTVUjI/AAAAAAAAARk/4HPMy_p5Jkc/s320/mae_.jpg" width="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não poderia deixar passar em branco, logo posto uma foto minha com mamãe. Acho que eu tinha um ano...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-5700296934584736943?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/5700296934584736943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/05/feliz-dia-das-maes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5700296934584736943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5700296934584736943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/05/feliz-dia-das-maes.html' title='Feliz dia das Mães'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ilw-vChSLm8/TcbPVMTVUjI/AAAAAAAAARk/4HPMy_p5Jkc/s72-c/mae_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-2765087224225587092</id><published>2011-05-08T09:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T09:53:50.854-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sesi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corrida de rua'/><title type='text'>Corrida do Sesi (Resultado)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iD-PX2fTj48/TcaR-UPiBdI/AAAAAAAAARc/QNLthClaq4M/s1600/colocacao.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iD-PX2fTj48/TcaR-UPiBdI/AAAAAAAAARc/QNLthClaq4M/s320/colocacao.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fez uma semana da corrida hoje, e só para constar no blog o resultado dei um print no site. Dentro da minha categoria até que fui razoavelmente bem. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-2765087224225587092?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/2765087224225587092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/05/corrida-do-sesi-resultado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/2765087224225587092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/2765087224225587092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/05/corrida-do-sesi-resultado.html' title='Corrida do Sesi (Resultado)'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iD-PX2fTj48/TcaR-UPiBdI/AAAAAAAAARc/QNLthClaq4M/s72-c/colocacao.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-8132350960072933308</id><published>2011-05-01T23:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T23:51:01.794-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zg7V_dL-VYM/Tb4bNNnW63I/AAAAAAAAARY/TANz96XfokU/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zg7V_dL-VYM/Tb4bNNnW63I/AAAAAAAAARY/TANz96XfokU/s1600/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Hopeless&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Walk on - U2&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://starlight-brite.livejournal.com/"&gt;/starlight-brite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes you just need a hug to deal with the issues that bother you. Sometimes is not possible to hide your fears. Sometimes you only want someone to hold your hand when your tears are falling. Sometimes you don't need anybody but somebody needs you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-8132350960072933308?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/8132350960072933308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/05/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8132350960072933308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8132350960072933308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/05/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zg7V_dL-VYM/Tb4bNNnW63I/AAAAAAAAARY/TANz96XfokU/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-6513640414018660027</id><published>2011-04-27T01:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T01:55:16.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBq_I33LFiw/TbegOVdktZI/AAAAAAAAARM/_ZGKL_ZPmUQ/s1600/tbbt_05_103.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBq_I33LFiw/TbegOVdktZI/AAAAAAAAARM/_ZGKL_ZPmUQ/s1600/tbbt_05_103.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Silly&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Supermassive Black Hole - Muse&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://jlk-lumberjack.livejournal.com/"&gt;/jlk-lumberjack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Faz tanto tempo (duas semanas) que não posto. Senti que o blog ficou meio abandonado. Tenho meus motivos para isto. Primeiro, nem é falta de tempo, propriamente. Às vezes entre uma atividade e outra é possível encontrar uma meia hora do dia que dê para postar. O que falta mesmo é inspiração para escrever, idéias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou num momento que qualquer falta de concentração ou dispersão por motivo qualquer também pode atrapalhar (e muito) os últimos meses de graduação que tenho. Sim, difícil de acreditar, não? Estou prestes a me formar como estudante de Física. O engraçado é que não parece que passou tanto tempo assim, e, mesmo sendo um período relativamente "curto" sinto que aprendi muita coisa desde que ingressei na universidade. É claro que como todo aluno de graduação é impossível aprender tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, a fim de não deixar aos urubus completamente o blog vou tentar aparecer de vez em quando comentando alguma coisa que eu julgue interessante. A propósito, este domingo devo participar da minha segunda corrida. Desta vez num percurso de 10km. Vamos ver no que dá. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-6513640414018660027?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/6513640414018660027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/04/up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/6513640414018660027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/6513640414018660027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/04/up.html' title='Up'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBq_I33LFiw/TbegOVdktZI/AAAAAAAAARM/_ZGKL_ZPmUQ/s72-c/tbbt_05_103.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-3914200333975651801</id><published>2011-04-14T16:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T16:56:47.732-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><title type='text'>Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Achei digno fazer um post exclusivamente para uma banda que me cativou bastante nos últimos meses. Confesso que fiquei sabendo da existência da banda Muse após ser divulgado que seria ela quem iria abrir o show do U2. Dessa maneira, resolvi conhecê-la, afinal, eu estaria presenciando um show deles também e seria muito melhor se eu os conhecesse antes. Foi o que aconteceu.&amp;nbsp;Procurei alguns vídeos da banda no youtube e pelo que lembro o primeiro que vi foi "Knights of Cydonia". Adorei. Achei a batida viciante; muito energética. Não custei então a fazer o download de alguns álbuns. Não consigo visualizar, hoje, depois dos shows que presenciei, outra banda que pudesse abrir o show do U2 e que me passasse a mesma empolgação. Diferente de outras bandas que costumo conhecer por uma música boa ou outra, com a banda Muse foi diferente. Ouvi mais de uma música, curti bem mais de uma música (starlight, knights of cydonia, bliss, plug in baby, new born, supermassive black hole, uprising etc.) e admiro muito o som e a maneira como eles tocam. Bem vibrante! Posso até dizer que conseguiram mais uma fã, certamente. rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um dos meus vídeos preferidos é de uma música (que não é nem deles), mas que eles fizeram um arranjo muito intenso e empolgante. Feeling good...&amp;nbsp;&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;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/sri5Cra5tdY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sri5Cra5tdY&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/sri5Cra5tdY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(primeira vez que ouço no estilo rock, já conhecia por jazz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/637746093718841879-3914200333975651801?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/3914200333975651801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/04/muse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/3914200333975651801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/3914200333975651801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/04/muse.html' title='Muse'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-4715395137212437537</id><published>2011-04-12T19:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T19:21:41.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'>U2 made my day beautiful. Beautiful day.</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kUcBtD0MRDA/TaTQV0o6rAI/AAAAAAAAARA/uRR-QYzCHaQ/s1600/DSC05501.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kUcBtD0MRDA/TaTQV0o6rAI/AAAAAAAAARA/uRR-QYzCHaQ/s320/DSC05501.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Realizei um sonho. Esse final de semana que passou, juntamente com milhares de fãs, dos mais diversos estados brasileiros, eu assisti pela primeira vez (e espero que seja apenas a primeira) a minha banda mais do que preferida. Uma energia inimaginável reunia pessoas e fazia com que as mesmas compartilhassem de uma imensa alegria: a de assistir ao U2 ao vivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muita ansiedade e expectativa pairavam sobre nós, fãs, durante os momentos de tensão esperando na fila para entrar e pegar um “bom” lugar no estádio Morumbi. Particularmente, eu sabia e não sabia o que esperar. Afinal, U2 ao vivo era algo completamente inédito. Apesar de eu desejar muito, havia algumas barreiras que dificultavam a realização deste sonho.   Uma delas era o deslocamento da cidade onde moro até São Paulo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No entanto, mesmo eu tendo ingresso, passagem e hospedagem garantidos, ainda assim, não me sentia acordada, ciente da grandiosidade do que eu estava prestes a presenciar. A ficha demorou a cair. Senti o primeiro e real gostinho, o frio na espinha, quando, à espera na fila do primeiro dia (sábado), eles ‘ensaiaram’ brevemente umas músicas e pudemos ouvi-las do lado de fora. Eu sabia que seria magnífico. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não pretendo fazer uma resenha formal sobre o show, um review, ou coisa do gênero. É impossível explicitar em palavras o sentimento que tomou conta de grande parte das pessoas que em coro se emocionavam ao ouvir e acompanhar cada música. Cada pessoa presente lá sabe o que cada minuto representou em suas vidas. Foi um espetáculo fabuloso, gigantesco, mas muito mais do que isto, foi um momento único e significativo, principalmente, para os reais fãs da banda que esperavam por aquele dia há muito tempo. Além do U2, tivemos a apresentação da banda Muse que cativou ainda mais a minha pessoa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A única coisa da qual eu poderia me queixar é que é um show viciante, e quanto mais se assiste, mais se quer assistir. Fui aos dois primeiros dias, e se morasse próximo ou em São Paulo tentaria também ir ao terceiro. &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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L4Gt7td5tMI/TaTPet2PFGI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/LI7YOcV6e4M/s1600/DSC05561.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L4Gt7td5tMI/TaTPet2PFGI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/LI7YOcV6e4M/s200/DSC05561.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Touch me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take me to that other place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teach me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know I'm not a hopeless case&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&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/637746093718841879-4715395137212437537?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/4715395137212437537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/04/u2-made-my-day-beautiful-beautiful-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4715395137212437537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4715395137212437537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/04/u2-made-my-day-beautiful-beautiful-day.html' title='U2 made my day beautiful. Beautiful day.'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kUcBtD0MRDA/TaTQV0o6rAI/AAAAAAAAARA/uRR-QYzCHaQ/s72-c/DSC05501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-6604660301591676748</id><published>2011-04-07T17:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T17:05:49.389-03:00</updated><title type='text'>#U2360BR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K6ry4AAkYDs/TZ4Y_kLkneI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OjnDXrg92_g/s1600/ufgroup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K6ry4AAkYDs/TZ4Y_kLkneI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OjnDXrg92_g/s320/ufgroup.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O tempo passou e o mais esperado final de semana está batendo na porta. Finalmente, estarei assistindo a minha banda preferida ao vivo. Depois de muito sonhar em vê-los, terei a oportunidade neste final de semana. Estou animada, empolgada, contente, ansiosa e tudo mais... Nessa madrugada vou para São Paulo e "seja o que Deus quiser"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-6604660301591676748?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/6604660301591676748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/04/u2360br.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/6604660301591676748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/6604660301591676748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/04/u2360br.html' title='#U2360BR'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K6ry4AAkYDs/TZ4Y_kLkneI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OjnDXrg92_g/s72-c/ufgroup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-6645451005754338489</id><published>2011-03-27T19:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T19:03:31.027-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1º Corrida da Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mQPAGgtfNHk/TY-zqidaSII/AAAAAAAAAQo/nXRDRksuWuY/s1600/95.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mQPAGgtfNHk/TY-zqidaSII/AAAAAAAAAQo/nXRDRksuWuY/s1600/95.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Happy&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: One more try - George Michael&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://untasted.livejournal.com/"&gt;/untasted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje participei da primeira corrida da mulher, em homenagem ao mês da mulher (dia das mulheres). Já vinha correndo com frequência nos últimos quarenta dias, então resolvi competir pela primeira vez, ver como eu estaria num ritmo mais "puxado". Não tenho&amp;nbsp;pretensões&amp;nbsp;de tornar-me atleta (profissional), mas adquiri o hábito e gosto muito de correr. Trata-se de uma sensação enorme de liberdade, além do bem-estar proporcionado pela liberação de hormônios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D8zCtE2oMeU/TY-0BNLUxxI/AAAAAAAAAQs/s8Tspwr-4Lk/s1600/corridadamulher3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D8zCtE2oMeU/TY-0BNLUxxI/AAAAAAAAAQs/s8Tspwr-4Lk/s200/corridadamulher3.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;Então, apesar de não ter "ganho", ganhei muito. Consegui aumentar consideravelmente minha velocidade, e a mantive durante toda a corrida. Finalizei os 6km em 29min e 45s. Eu estimava algo próximo de 40min, logo estou bastante satisfeita com o resultado e fiquei até numa colocação bem razoável para uma primeira corrida. Fui a 47º de 339 corredoras (&lt;a href="http://www.orm.com.br/redacao/pdf/corridadamulher.pdf"&gt;ver lista&lt;/a&gt;). Espero continuar neste mesmo pique, e se tudo der certo, estarei na corrida do Círio deste ano. Vamos ver como as coisas vão estar até lá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-6645451005754338489?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/6645451005754338489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/03/1-corrida-da-mulher.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/6645451005754338489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/6645451005754338489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/03/1-corrida-da-mulher.html' title='1º Corrida da Mulher'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mQPAGgtfNHk/TY-zqidaSII/AAAAAAAAAQo/nXRDRksuWuY/s72-c/95.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-4553889527535495593</id><published>2011-03-17T14:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T14:15:47.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempos prósperos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ptxIb8RQxk4/TYJBTVJqgeI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nRl7SNdECeM/s1600/stck25h2o023.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ptxIb8RQxk4/TYJBTVJqgeI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nRl7SNdECeM/s1600/stck25h2o023.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Happy&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Just the way you are - Barry White&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://shalowater.livejournal.com/"&gt;/shalowater&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou sem muitas palavras para o momento. Apenas sei dizer que sinto-me muito bem, numa ótima fase. Saldo da primeira semana de aula positivo. Espero que Estado Sólido se torne mais atraente. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-4553889527535495593?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/4553889527535495593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/03/tempos-prosperos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4553889527535495593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4553889527535495593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/03/tempos-prosperos.html' title='Tempos prósperos'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ptxIb8RQxk4/TYJBTVJqgeI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nRl7SNdECeM/s72-c/stck25h2o023.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-8307101474845615963</id><published>2011-03-13T20:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T20:07:28.448-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada como...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-r71enMer8Vs/TX1McFYLixI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hu72EySnnzc/s1600/coffstckh2o002.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-r71enMer8Vs/TX1McFYLixI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hu72EySnnzc/s1600/coffstckh2o002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Happy&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Lápis de Carvão - Maglore&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://shalowater.livejournal.com/"&gt;/shalowater&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...um dia após o outro. {Contente}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-8307101474845615963?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/8307101474845615963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/03/nada-como.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8307101474845615963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8307101474845615963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/03/nada-como.html' title='Nada como...'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-r71enMer8Vs/TX1McFYLixI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hu72EySnnzc/s72-c/coffstckh2o002.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-4164066067090174833</id><published>2011-03-07T10:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T10:11:58.195-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olinda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frevo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pernambuco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnaval'/><title type='text'>E na mistura colorida da massa...</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="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FBsMV3NAYm4/TXTVT2X8XTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/54qS7s_jZec/s1600/pernambuco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FBsMV3NAYm4/TXTVT2X8XTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/54qS7s_jZec/s1600/pernambuco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Como prometido cá estou eu para falar sobre o Carnaval do meu estado Pernambuco. Confesso que nunca fui fã de festas superlotadas de pessoas como o carnaval, mas tenho uma visão diferente sobre o de Recife/Olinda em comparação aos demais. Porém, meu objetivo aqui não é pautar qual é o melhor Carnaval do Brasil, quando sabemos que trata-se de opiniões pessoais sobre gostos musicais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou do Recife com orgulho e com saudade, sou do Recife com vontade de chorar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-PY3VrztKk0w/TXTXkJBrK2I/AAAAAAAAAQc/zIfOHlRjg5Y/s1600/frevo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-PY3VrztKk0w/TXTXkJBrK2I/AAAAAAAAAQc/zIfOHlRjg5Y/s1600/frevo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;O&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;carnaval&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;pernambucano&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;é&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;tradição&lt;/u&gt;. Observa-se sem dificuldade que as músicas passam pelas variadas gerações e ainda permanecem vivas, e as pessoas com aquele fogoso frevo nos pés. É uma cultura passada de pai para filho; de mãe para filha. As pessoas se sentem parte de um conjunto só. As músicas exaltam as cidades, a dança (o frevo), o carnaval, e de forma alguma não precisam ser apelativas para animar as pessoas. Ainda não bastasse temos belíssimas orquestras! Que dirá Sr. Spok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não mergulhei, mas me afoguei. Um banho de maré tomei.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis aqui um material mais apurado.&lt;br /&gt;Fonte:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.portalsaofrancisco.com.br/"&gt;PortalSaoFrancisco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Histórico&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O carnaval recifense possui uma música e uma dança carnavalesca própria e original, nascida do povo. De origem urbana, surgiu nas ruas do Recife nos fins do século XIX e começo do século XX. O frevo nasceu das marchas, maxixes e dobrados; as bandas militares do século passado teriam dado sua contribuição na formação do frevo, bem como as quadrilhas de origem européia. Deduz-se que a música apoiou-se desde o início nas fanfarras constituídas por instrumentos de metal, pela velha tradição bandística do povo pernambucano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A palavra é: FREVO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A palavra frevo vem de ferver, por corruptela, frever, dando origem a palavra frevo, que passou a designar: "Efervecência, agitação, confusão, rebuliço; apertão nas reuniões de grande massa popular no seu vai-e-vem em direções opostas como pelo Carnaval", de acordo com o Vocabulário Pernambucano de Pereira da Costa. Divulgando o que a boca anônima do povo já espalhava, o Jornal Pequeno, vespertino do Recife, que mantinha a melhor secção carnavalesca da época, na edição de 12 de fevereiro de 1908, faz a primeira referência a palavra frevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Frevo música&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode-se afirmar que o frevo é uma criação de compositores de música ligeira, feita para o carnaval. Os músicos pensaram em dar ao povo mais animação nos folguedos de carnaval, e a gente de pé no chão, queria música barulhenta e animada, que desse espaço para extravasar alegria dentro daquele improviso. No decorrer do tempo a música ganha características próprias acompanhada por um bailado inconfundível de passos soltos e acrobáticos. Nas suas origens o frevo sofreu várias influências ao longo do tempo, produzindo assim variedades. A década de trinta serve de base para a divisão do frevo em: Frevo-de-Rua, Frevo-Canção, Frevo-de-Bloco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/637746093718841879-4164066067090174833?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/4164066067090174833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-na-mistura-colorida-da-massa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4164066067090174833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4164066067090174833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-na-mistura-colorida-da-massa.html' title='E na mistura colorida da massa...'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FBsMV3NAYm4/TXTVT2X8XTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/54qS7s_jZec/s72-c/pernambuco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-7439994193352439883</id><published>2011-03-05T19:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T19:05:06.302-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinícius de Moraes...</title><content type='html'>//&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Soneto de Fidelidade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tudo ao meu amor serei atento&lt;br /&gt;Antes, e com tal zelo, e sempre, e tanto&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo em face do maior encanto&lt;br /&gt;Dele se encante mais meu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero vivê-lo em cada vão momento&lt;br /&gt;E em seu louvor hei de espalhar meu canto&lt;br /&gt;E rir meu riso e derramar meu pranto&lt;br /&gt;Ao seu pesar ou seu contentamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim, quando mais tarde me procure&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe a morte, angústia de quem vive&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe a solidão, fim de quem ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu possa me dizer do amor (que tive):&lt;br /&gt;Que não seja imortal, posto que é chama&lt;br /&gt;Mas que seja infinito enquanto dure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-7439994193352439883?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/7439994193352439883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/03/vinicius-de-moraes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/7439994193352439883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/7439994193352439883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/03/vinicius-de-moraes.html' title='Vinícius de Moraes...'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-9169648465586588272</id><published>2011-03-05T10:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T10:33:58.605-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao Carnaval mais grandioso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Só poderia ser o de Pernambuco!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-gNWcbcjAUmQ/TXI7cJBVwZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HXBzxrzG6T8/s1600/olinda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-gNWcbcjAUmQ/TXI7cJBVwZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HXBzxrzG6T8/s320/olinda.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olinda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OdS11BsAkdQ/TXI7f-MAnVI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kGo73PP2WG0/s1600/689131-2725-ga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OdS11BsAkdQ/TXI7f-MAnVI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kGo73PP2WG0/s320/689131-2725-ga.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recife&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;Mais tarde volto com um post decente sobre essa belíssima cultura de minha terra amada. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-9169648465586588272?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/9169648465586588272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/03/ao-carnaval-mais-grandioso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/9169648465586588272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/9169648465586588272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/03/ao-carnaval-mais-grandioso.html' title='Ao Carnaval mais grandioso...'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-gNWcbcjAUmQ/TXI7cJBVwZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HXBzxrzG6T8/s72-c/olinda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-5714693715883207914</id><published>2011-02-27T13:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T13:12:40.717-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-n-lOWF0Qv14/TWp3CwIFs2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/4OyFFgZ8W-Y/s1600/41345781.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-n-lOWF0Qv14/TWp3CwIFs2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/4OyFFgZ8W-Y/s1600/41345781.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Current Mood: None&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Current Music: Subúrbio - Chico Buarque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://bobo2511.livejournal.com/"&gt;/bobo2511 &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;Quando o mundo ao seu redor começa a sofrer significativas mudanças, você começa a pensar se já não é hora de participar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-5714693715883207914?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/5714693715883207914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/um-olhar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5714693715883207914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5714693715883207914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/um-olhar.html' title='Um olhar'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-n-lOWF0Qv14/TWp3CwIFs2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/4OyFFgZ8W-Y/s72-c/41345781.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-4673128480406644696</id><published>2011-02-25T16:11:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T11:22:39.701-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Notas de um dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac237/nmenezes/letras_foto.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;" target="_blank" title=" "&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac237/nmenezes/letras_foto.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Current Mood: Amused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Current Music: Soneto - Chico Buarque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só para divulgar como me pediram, recebi hoje as minhas Ipanemas de uma promoção feita pelo site &lt;a href="http://letras.mus.br/"&gt;Letras.mus.br&lt;/a&gt;. É até bom, porque dificilmente eu costumo ganhar alguma coisa (rs). Vai que dá sorte, não é?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aliás, acabo de chegar da primeira prova do PLE de Programação I. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-4673128480406644696?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/4673128480406644696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/current-mood-amused-current-music.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4673128480406644696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4673128480406644696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/current-mood-amused-current-music.html' title='Notas de um dia'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-12890043073683964</id><published>2011-02-20T18:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:25:42.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma pausa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L0Ub4NLGVLg/TWGFbQEz9-I/AAAAAAAAAPY/mmmHlnLeOM0/s1600/97-034.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L0Ub4NLGVLg/TWGFbQEz9-I/AAAAAAAAAPY/mmmHlnLeOM0/s1600/97-034.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Anxious&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: None&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://acolorfulguy.livejournal.com/"&gt;/acolorfulguy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devo reduzir as postagens por aqui nos próximo dias. De volta às aulas (amanhã).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-12890043073683964?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/12890043073683964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/uma-pausa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/12890043073683964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/12890043073683964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/uma-pausa.html' title='Uma pausa.'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L0Ub4NLGVLg/TWGFbQEz9-I/AAAAAAAAAPY/mmmHlnLeOM0/s72-c/97-034.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-5069735994172438806</id><published>2011-02-17T13:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:59:19.255-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Exclamação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgftlvURFsI/TV1PobGvqcI/AAAAAAAAAO4/3ksrDVnS7CM/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgftlvURFsI/TV1PobGvqcI/AAAAAAAAAO4/3ksrDVnS7CM/s1600/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Cool?&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Elevation - U2&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://starlight-brite.livejournal.com/"&gt;/starlight-brite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Notei que há muitas pessoas nas redes sociais que utilizam pontos de exclamação para qualquer término de frase. Isso é simplesmente irritante. Fico imaginando se eles pontuam pensando que a exclamação é algum tipo de enfeite, ou se vivem falando (mesmo) de maneira supresa, alegre, empolgada etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um exemplo disso seria:&lt;br /&gt;"Olá!!! Tudo Bem!!! Comprei num-sei-o-que!!! Vou sair!!! Tomar água!!! Banheiro!!!".&lt;br /&gt;Sério?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer dizer... Não consigo levar a sério uma pessoa que escreve "Banheiro!!!". Primeiro, já não basta uma exclamação? Agora três... Sei que em momentos de pura euforia costumamos exagerar quanto ao uso da pontuação, mas neste caso "Banheiro!!!". Não consigo imaginar alguém falando com tanta emoção "Vou tomar água!!!". Ou então, "Banana é amarela e Maçã é vermelha!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, sou &lt;i&gt;muito&lt;/i&gt; chata. Sinceramente. Eu &lt;i&gt;realmente&lt;/i&gt; não consigo levar a sério alguém que se expressa dessa maneira.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-5069735994172438806?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/5069735994172438806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/exclamacao.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5069735994172438806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5069735994172438806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/exclamacao.html' title='Exclamação'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgftlvURFsI/TV1PobGvqcI/AAAAAAAAAO4/3ksrDVnS7CM/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-5767354486186547798</id><published>2011-02-16T22:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:59:01.815-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo: falsas atribuições.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ygbvyVTOrtI/TVx2abJ1qkI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NfAmLWhMyvs/s1600/sb06t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ygbvyVTOrtI/TVx2abJ1qkI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NfAmLWhMyvs/s1600/sb06t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Current Mood: Realistic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Currend Music: Hey Jude - Ella Fitzgerald&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://morgrix.livejournal.com/"&gt;/morgrix&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;Já houve o tempo em que eu agiria de maneira sensata e rígida. Não quebraria nenhuma sentença feita; ou, muito menos deixaria um verbo transitivo indireto, responder, sem explicação. Algumas pessoas justificam suas mudanças de personalidade pelo tempo. Elas dizem com a boca cheia de satisfação “O tempo faz milagres”. Ora, ora, ora... Certamente, se existe algo que aprendi é que o tempo não faz milagres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Podem passar dois, três ou dez anos, nada vai mudar se você permanecer o mesmo. Deveriam explicitar o “se” neste famoso ditado. “O tempo faz milagres se...”. Não somente explicitar o “se” como substituir a palavra “milagre” por algo mais concreto. Afinal, resultados são ditos “milagrosos” se não precisarem de uma causa para acontecerem. Milagres são conseqüências do nada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Você pode até pensar “Ah! Mas alguns anos atrás eu era diferente... o tempo passou e eu mudei”. Tudo bem. Pela nossa concepção mundana de tempo ele nunca para e nunca vai parar. Daí, acabamos atribuindo o fator mudança ao tempo. Entretanto, não foi o tempo que mudou você. Outras coisas mudaram você, o tempo apenas seguiu o seu caminho independente da existência de qualquer pessoa. Se duvidar, faça o teste: fique um ano trancado no seu quarto sem influência qualquer externa ou interna, além do que você já anda acostumado. Um ano vai passar e você nem notará... Simplesmente porque você não vai mudar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por fim e enfim. Já houve o tempo em que tomar banho de chuva e chegar molhada em casa me faria sorrir... Fui eu quem mudou ou foi o tempo que passou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-5767354486186547798?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/5767354486186547798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-tempo-falsas-atribuicoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5767354486186547798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5767354486186547798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-tempo-falsas-atribuicoes.html' title='O tempo: falsas atribuições.'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ygbvyVTOrtI/TVx2abJ1qkI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NfAmLWhMyvs/s72-c/sb06t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-3315042538404833750</id><published>2011-02-12T13:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T13:08:13.749-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Etapas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MZ4Ncc8WUdA/TVatQ6r6tSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/etRIm0fMipQ/s1600/65juq-067.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MZ4Ncc8WUdA/TVatQ6r6tSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/etRIm0fMipQ/s1600/65juq-067.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Tired&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Frevo - Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://acolorfulguy.livejournal.com/"&gt;/acolorfulguy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Algumas pessoas vivem estabelecendo objetivos a curto prazo para suas vidas. Parece-me até fases de videogame. Você vai passando de uma a outra, então, depara-se com o chefão. Mas, o chefão não é o fim. É apenas o início de uma nova etapa. Dessa maneira, o ciclo de fases permanece. Comigo, acontece algo semelhante. Minhas etapas são temporárias, entretanto, a "lista de espera" só faz crescer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa... &amp;nbsp;Provavelmente continuarei com as 'essays' por aqui.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-3315042538404833750?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/3315042538404833750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/etapas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/3315042538404833750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/3315042538404833750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/etapas.html' title='Etapas'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MZ4Ncc8WUdA/TVatQ6r6tSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/etRIm0fMipQ/s72-c/65juq-067.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-906711536087240777</id><published>2011-02-09T14:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T14:37:20.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Haste makes waste</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TVLIQPu-H_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/zTKsP3Q3Vz4/s1600/2-9.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TVLIQPu-H_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/zTKsP3Q3Vz4/s1600/2-9.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Anxious&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: None&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://arobynsung.livejournal.com/"&gt;/arobynsung&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an agreement almost universal relates to works made quickly. It states that haste makes waste. Personally, I believe that this statement is true, at least in most of the cases. Some situations requires a carefully observation of the facts instead of fast decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A very common point in favor to the statement is that assignments done rapidly may contain more errors which could be avoided if it were well revised. The first look at the work, principally when the person is tired because of it, does not reveal tiny mistakes. So, reviewing works more than once reduce effectively the chances of doing something wrong. Also, it’s important to not leave material accumulated for a long time. Generally, when it’s decided to finish it there’s no time enough to pay the necessary attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For long trips, car review is recommended. But, how many people stop at the roads because of an unfinished car revision is uncountable. Sometimes the tires are no calibrated, or the oil is about to end. Travel by car, or other transport, without the minimum conditions can be more expensive than lose a few days to do all the revision work as is wished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another known situation is regarding cooking. A person who cooks or bakes knows that every food preparation has its stipulated time to taste good. Then, patience is a useful and distinguished quality for a person that works in restaurants. It’s better to wait for appreciated results than waste food by making it fast; in other way, ignoring the ideal time it was supposed to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As we noticed, the statement that haste makes waste is applied to many different situations. It’s a general saying that passes through generations, because it refers to common experiences that people have in life, which does not depend on the period they were born.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-906711536087240777?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/906711536087240777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/haste-makes-waste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/906711536087240777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/906711536087240777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/haste-makes-waste.html' title='Haste makes waste'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TVLIQPu-H_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/zTKsP3Q3Vz4/s72-c/2-9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-8122098244619713107</id><published>2011-02-08T18:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:03:57.862-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspects of Learning a Foreign Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TVG1zNfLU0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/uuuUD8L7_MI/s1600/000bkqtf.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TVG1zNfLU0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/uuuUD8L7_MI/s1600/000bkqtf.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Blank&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: None&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://acolorfulguy.livejournal.com/"&gt;/acolorfulguy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Learning a new language can be quite difficult. There are some aspects that influence when people start to feel interested on learning a different language. The most popular problems about it refer to the grammar and the phonetics. Since some of the languages may have distinct origins, for example, Portuguese and German, it is natural experience sort of uncomfortable feeling. Mainly, when its people’s first contact with the foreign language. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;More than half of the population has troubles with grammar, not surprisingly, in its own language. So, even with distinguish models of constructing phrases or verbal tenses, every language has a logical structure. My understanding leads me to the belief that a very good way to learn and comprehend is to build a comparison scheme of what is known and is desired to apprehend. Another point made by many students, sometimes as reason to avoid studying it, is that grammar is too boring. Rules are usually seen as annoying things that should not be taken in count. Following these thoughts, grammar became a difficult issue for students. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Phonetics is not considered bad as grammar, but for some people might be a big question when the oral ability of communication is required. At certain age, the child is more capable of adapting to diverse tones or accents than adults, or teenagers. Then, depending of how old the person starts to learn a foreign language, and the familiarity with it, it will be easier or not. In other words, for new learners to talk as native speakers demand a certain time and a lot of practice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The advantages of learning a new language are unarguable. Although there are some intrinsic difficulties that appear, they should not intimidate those who have the thirsty for knowledge. On the contrary, these presented problems must be an additional motivation to keep moving forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-8122098244619713107?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/8122098244619713107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/aspects-of-learning-foreign-laguage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8122098244619713107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8122098244619713107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/aspects-of-learning-foreign-laguage.html' title='Aspects of Learning a Foreign Language'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TVG1zNfLU0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/uuuUD8L7_MI/s72-c/000bkqtf.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-2645712873643946775</id><published>2011-02-07T13:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T13:13:49.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TVAY1Mq8gbI/AAAAAAAAAOk/KAoaFJZMG3A/s1600/text11.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TVAY1Mq8gbI/AAAAAAAAAOk/KAoaFJZMG3A/s1600/text11.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Mamembe - Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://misst89.livejournal.com/"&gt;/misst89&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some people believe that the internet is the most important invention ever. Certainly, internet has brought to society many positive points. For instance, it has placed information from all over the world together, in a space accessible to all. But, at first, none of this would be real if man had not invented the writing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Definitely, the writing is the most important invention ever. Man could not be more intelligent when thought about concede it. Through writing human knowledge has been condensed in books. The essential consequence of it was the “immortality”. Even after the dead of the book's author, its material passes over generations. In these days it’s possible to read a book written more than a century ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not only has the writing turned factual the possibility of recording precious information in format of paper, but also it has joined minds by the propagation of those ideas presented inside the books. For a long period in the past, people who were capable of reading had strongly the power of manipulating the others. They were treated as superiors. Nowadays, this still happens, but not with the same force.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What does the solid basis for writing is the potential that it holds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-2645712873643946775?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/2645712873643946775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/2645712873643946775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/2645712873643946775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TVAY1Mq8gbI/AAAAAAAAAOk/KAoaFJZMG3A/s72-c/text11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-8602632087414129911</id><published>2011-02-05T21:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T21:55:00.054-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The past 5 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TU3wprdS6SI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1jB79vkCqeM/s1600/83740032.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TU3wprdS6SI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1jB79vkCqeM/s1600/83740032.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Nostalgic&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: You make me feel so young - Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://bobo2511.livejournal.com/"&gt;/bobo2511&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, by the age of eleven or twelve, there was a very popular saying that almost every friend I had would say to me “I hope you still the same” or with equal meaning “I hope you never change”.  But everybody knows that it is not what usually happens with people. Since they are born, people are meant to change. Though the variation in some cases is little perceptible. Therefore, comparing myself five years ago to now I’m able to notice what I have changed and I have not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Five years ago I was at the age of fifteen, too young to decide which career I must follow. I had dreams becoming myself a movie’s director, much of it because I was inspired by Tim Burton’s movies. I’ve abandon this dream for reasonable arguments. First, the city where I live didn’t have a cinema undergraduate course at university. Second, it would be very difficult for me to be inserted on the labor market with this kind of course. Today, I have the same thoughts; I’m almost finishing my undergraduate course in physical science, which is very different from cinema. Actually, most of the young people tend not to be sure about which undergraduate course take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A great point graded by me is about how, nowadays, I interact with people. I used to be very restricted concerning my relationship with others. I was not able to start or join in a conversation with someone unknown. It doesn’t mean that these days I’m extroverted, but it’s definitely easier than before to communicate myself. I believe in a quote that says “there are two things that can change people: meeting new people and reading books”. Mainly, the transition from high school to university gave me the opportunity to meet different people with unique ideas. My new studies transformed my way to see life as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the past five years I have learned to estimate more my real friends, my family and my objectives. Of course, some fundamental of my principles still the same and it’s the part that I called character – the essence. Every phase of life is necessary to teach us regarding what is important after everything. Keeping our minds open to changes would lead us to great levels of self knowledge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-8602632087414129911?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/8602632087414129911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/past-5-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8602632087414129911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8602632087414129911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/past-5-years.html' title='The past 5 years'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TU3wprdS6SI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1jB79vkCqeM/s72-c/83740032.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-8069057355180853976</id><published>2011-02-05T11:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T11:32:37.334-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>Valentines gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TU1fd-GLFdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/M_3_SVcySoc/s1600/loveicon13.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TU1fd-GLFdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/M_3_SVcySoc/s1600/loveicon13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: A história de Lily Braun - Chico Buarque e Edu Lobo&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://gal.livejournal.com/"&gt;/gal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, February is remembered by couples in love at its fourteenth day. This significant data is called as Valentine’s Day. It’s a special day that romantic people express their feelings for the love ones. One big issue about it that torments these people is which kind of gift is the best. Some people believe that affection can be measure by the price of the gift, so it must be expensive; on the contrary, there are some other people that think the best gift is the one that is given with the heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The manners of demonstrating feelings differ from a person to another. Nor always to buy a costly present necessarily means that the person took a long time to choose it and it was a significant choice. Sometimes an expensive present is given to avoid doubts, or even worse, because of some sort of guilty. Also, there are those who have just started to date, so the idea of an expensive gift carries with it the objective of impressing the one who will receive it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Real mature and love couples tend to value more a present for its significance more than for its price. The tentative of doing something different for the day like a unique dinner is very much appreciated. For those with great artistic skills one simply but highly valued idea is to personalize or create a lyric, drawing, song, card etc. The true is when two people love each other for what they are; being on each other’s side is what really matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Naturally, everybody has a different judgment about this discussion which is based on her or his own experiences in life. Since we have considered both sides of the coin, in my opinion, the best gift is the one that is thought with love and given with heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-8069057355180853976?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/8069057355180853976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-gifts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8069057355180853976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8069057355180853976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-gifts.html' title='Valentines gifts'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TU1fd-GLFdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/M_3_SVcySoc/s72-c/loveicon13.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-5758391450673051540</id><published>2011-02-05T01:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T01:27:54.935-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Words vs. Actions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUzQYopgBFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4n8FZ3YiUtU/s1600/151-1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUzQYopgBFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4n8FZ3YiUtU/s1600/151-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Productive&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: No line on the horizon - U2&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://untasted.livejournal.com/"&gt;/untasted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everybody must have heard once that actions are more significant than just words. I personally agree with the statement that actions speak louder than words. There are two fundamental points that justify why this thought is strongly valid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the aspects that we should take in consideration is about liars. Many people are fooled by them because of the well arrangement of the words. Liars usually have a good cunning capable of transform any lie in one truth history. On the other hand, it’s all about words. There’s no action to support their lies, and if it existed would not be a lie. A very famous class of these kinds of liars appears on television every four years, and they are known as politicians. Every four years at the election period these citizens promise a good life, education, health care, basic conditions of living, infrastructure and more. People vote and at the end of the period almost everything stills the same; nothing really happens. Although the speech might be great is plenty more trustable to believe in actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another point related to the power of actions reminds us of the big revolutions that happened in the past. Certainly, I’m not in favor to war or to spill blood on the concentration fields. In this case it’s true that words are very important in order to solve the issues, but they are not the only. The major victories for human rights happened with words and actions interconnected. A simple example between the eighties and nineties was the triumph of student’s card for public transportation. Students closed the streets to get the attention that they needed to hold their objectives. At first, the action gave them the possibility to be heard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thus it’s clear that both actions and words are important, but what makes words consistency are the actions. A word by itself does not have the same force that an action has. Then, based on these ideas and on what was presented, I reinforce my supporting for the statement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-5758391450673051540?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/5758391450673051540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/words-vs-actions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5758391450673051540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5758391450673051540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/words-vs-actions.html' title='Words vs. Actions'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUzQYopgBFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4n8FZ3YiUtU/s72-c/151-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-6019930256524273752</id><published>2011-02-03T14:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:38:22.911-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUrjgtDaFKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QjMRxi0XMxY/s1600/t12b.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUrjgtDaFKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QjMRxi0XMxY/s1600/t12b.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Worried&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Starlight - Muse&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://unsospiro.livejournal.com/"&gt;/unsospiro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current mood reveals my situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-6019930256524273752?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/6019930256524273752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/eight-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/6019930256524273752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/6019930256524273752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/eight-days.html' title='Eight days.'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUrjgtDaFKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QjMRxi0XMxY/s72-c/t12b.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-3374629124010724963</id><published>2011-02-02T22:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T22:58:55.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUoKeGqbYRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iDGahZMrPRs/s1600/66january10.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUoKeGqbYRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iDGahZMrPRs/s1600/66january10.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Current Mood: Satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Current Music:&amp;nbsp;What if I stay -&amp;nbsp;Melanie C&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ &lt;a href="http://only21grams.livejournal.com/"&gt;/only21grams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few decades ago who had a television was considered rich by the others. Some people didn’t even imagine how would be possible to send an instantaneous message and receive the answer as well. Children used to play a lot more outside their homes with balls or strings to jump over and cell phones were utensils strictly of adults. Now, in the twentieth one century, these things seem to be trivial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Much of what have been invented is thought to become people lives easier. Reducing time that information travels, connecting people from different countries in less than a second and providing a full integration of the world. These transformations have grown faster each year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In this way, technology has helped society. One important example of the benefits originate from its advance is related to the availability of study materials on the internet. Probably the past generation of teachers, professors and also students didn’t have the facilities of finding international books besides the ones that used to be found in the library. At some locations was very difficult to be updated about the newest topics that were in fever in the most important universities. But these days it’s possible to be part of any discussion with just one click. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Furthermore buying things or services could not be more effortless. There are many websites offering everything you need and with good prices. It’s better to buy of websites than physical stores. The same thing has happened with the payment of bills. Waiting in lines was an irritating problem more common in the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Comparing and observing the changes that have been happening from the past decades to nowadays, we may notice that technology is so presented in our lives that the abstention of it would turn our lives into a chaos. We should also read technology as a word that expresses the progress of society in all kinds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-3374629124010724963?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/3374629124010724963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/technology.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/3374629124010724963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/3374629124010724963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/technology.html' title='Technology'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUoKeGqbYRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iDGahZMrPRs/s72-c/66january10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-5388167947709365642</id><published>2011-02-02T11:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T11:04:42.194-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualities of a good teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUljrf0j_SI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LeHSh3dzygs/s1600/130.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUljrf0j_SI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LeHSh3dzygs/s200/130.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Hungry&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Television?&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://untasted.livejournal.com/"&gt;/untasted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are some qualities that should be inherent of a good school teacher. Three most important of them are: punctuality, assiduity and commitment to education. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first one, punctuality, does not refer only to the action of being on time with the activities, but also reveals the importance and respect that the teacher attributes to their students. The students usually take more serious classes in which teachers are in almost all the cases on time, and if they are not there is a good explanation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The reasons why assiduity is an important quality for teachers is similar to the punctuality. Teachers that are too much relaxed about missing classes tend to be devalued. For instance, if there is a assignment scheduled for a determined time and the teacher is not there on class, students start to feel capable of not doing it straight anymore. Responsibility related to the hard work is something built using as example people that are near and in a major frame of reference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The third, last and maybe the most important quality is commitment to education. We could synthesize both punctuality and assiduity at the last one.  Commitment to education involves the entire process of teaching. Besides what were discussed before, it also refers to the relationship between students and teachers. Good teachers dispose themselves in order to help their students. Generally they don’t complain if some student spends more time than other to understand a specific subject or issue.  What really matters is efficiency of education that must be universal, offering possibilities of learning for all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, these characteristics are not so easy to find in every school teacher, but are what everyone should expect of a good teacher. Intuitively students judge their teachers taking into consideration these aspects, and it’s also common to observe them punctuating which teachers are the best based on these criteria. Therefore is fundamental to make a good impression on students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-5388167947709365642?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/5388167947709365642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/qualities-of-good-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5388167947709365642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5388167947709365642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/qualities-of-good-teacher.html' title='Qualities of a good teacher'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUljrf0j_SI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LeHSh3dzygs/s72-c/130.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-8202493272579012592</id><published>2011-02-01T18:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T18:05:38.469-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUhyp0sh1UI/AAAAAAAAAN0/EUImnsYX4WY/s1600/53-1+%25281%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUhyp0sh1UI/AAAAAAAAAN0/EUImnsYX4WY/s1600/53-1+%25281%2529.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Hyper&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: None&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ&lt;a href="http://untasted.livejournal.com/"&gt;/untasted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I could change one important thing about my country it would be the symbolic value that is given to the teacher’s profession. By symbolic value I must clarify that is the importance that teachers have in our society and how people seem to understand it. Differently from others professions, like lawyers or doctors, teachers do not carry status. Precisely, if someone intends to be a teacher in almost all the cases he or she suffers of prejudice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Generally, this kind of prejudice has its origin connected to the poor salary that a teacher receives. In other words, if someone is clever enough he or she should not “lose” his or her ability in order to have a bad salary. It means that just bad students must lose their time teaching. This thought is contradictory because to produce skilled labor it is really important to build a good basis that is actually made on the basic education. Then it leads us to the conclusion that one of the major professions that we have is the teaching action. Future lawyers, doctors, engineers, scientists etc. all of them to became what they are had to pass from basic education to a higher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For instance, in my country politicians tend to have exorbitant salaries without doing any efforts. Even more revolting is that they can also increase their own salaries for irrelevant reasons when nobody else can. So, it’s clearly that the situation is not fair to all workers, in our special case, for the teachers.&amp;nbsp;Unfortunately that is what happens.&amp;nbsp;They work too hard for being bad recognized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, my hope is that someday this predicament will change giving more respect in all the ways for our teachers. This change is fundamentally important. The time pass and the needed for new educators increase, but the will of most of the people do not follow this growth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-8202493272579012592?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/8202493272579012592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/teachers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8202493272579012592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/8202493272579012592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/02/teachers.html' title='Teachers'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUhyp0sh1UI/AAAAAAAAAN0/EUImnsYX4WY/s72-c/53-1+%25281%2529.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-2413089018118078992</id><published>2011-01-30T15:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:03:47.959-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Gêneros</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUWt5uJBneI/AAAAAAAAANw/BMSHLT5YMZU/s1600/made-in2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUWt5uJBneI/AAAAAAAAANw/BMSHLT5YMZU/s1600/made-in2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Grumpy&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Sweet Lorraine - Nat King Cole&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ&lt;a href="http://skeec.livejournal.com/"&gt;/skeec&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música está praticamente em toda parte. Porém, não todo gênero musical. Existem gêneros musicais que fazem mais sucesso e consequentemente se tornam mais populares do que outros. Como explicar essa desvantagem de alcance ao grande público? Como fica aquela minoria que aprecia um estilo musical menos privilegiado pela mídia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É impossível não enxergar que a "música" popularizada recebe mais atenção das produtoras de shows. Numa sociedade em que o dinheiro move até as montanhas, a música de qualidade dificilmente se destaca no meio de tantas porcarias, ou melhor, lixos comerciais. Podem me chamar de preconceituosa se quiserem, mas deprecio músicas com letras estúpidas. Geralmente são duas ou três palavras que se repetem exaustivamente durante 4 minutos. Então, como esse tipo de baboseira cai na boca do povo... é comum promoverem eventos em massa de tais gêneros musicais. Explicitando meu desgosto por sertanejo, axé, brega, funk e afins. Faça-me o favor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a minoria? Não tem muita voz. Embora eu devo admitir que alguma boa alma infiltrada nessa rede de negócios tem bom gosto para promover uns (poucos) shows diferenciados. Reportando especificamente eventos na cidade de Belém, ano passado tivemos Toquinho e MPB4 e Ney Matogrosso. Mas, sabe o que é extremamente curioso... Esses nomes da MPB permanecem vivos na música por muito mais tempo que qualquer "bandinha" ou "dupla" meia-boca cujo sucesso é passageiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, eu só queria &lt;a href="http://www.johnpizzarelli.com/"&gt;John Pizzarelli&lt;/a&gt; em Belém. :)&lt;br /&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/637746093718841879-2413089018118078992?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/2413089018118078992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/generos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/2413089018118078992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/2413089018118078992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/generos.html' title='Gêneros'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUWt5uJBneI/AAAAAAAAANw/BMSHLT5YMZU/s72-c/made-in2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-6839136819703714935</id><published>2011-01-30T11:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T11:39:24.722-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carga de pensamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUVx7VCQ6LI/AAAAAAAAANs/g_2H9kNw6p4/s1600/104.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUVx7VCQ6LI/AAAAAAAAANs/g_2H9kNw6p4/s1600/104.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Indescribable&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: In a little while - U2 @ Rose Bowl Stadium&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ&lt;a href="http://untasted.livejournal.com/"&gt;/untasted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recebi uma carga de informação nos últimos dias. Aconteceu muita coisa em pouco tempo, tanto que fiquei atordoada. Leva-se um tempo para processar tudo de maneira organizada. Um dos meios de refletir sobre tais eventos é escrever, portanto, retorno a postar no blog. Como comentei nos últimos posts, não há nada de "criativo" falar sobre experiências do dia-a-dia. Entretanto, a necessidade não exige argumentos para justificá-la. Não para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma das novidades nem um pouco atrativas foi descobrir que terei aula nas duas semanas que antecedem o carnaval. A consequência disso é que não poderei dançar frevo pelas ruas de Olinda/Recife. Ótimo, não? Mas, como dizem: "precisamos avaliar nossas prioridades". Ano que vem (se tudo der certo) não terei mais impedimentos. De qualquer maneira, isso é algo que ainda posso relevar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para balancear o ponto negativo exposto anteriormente... Aprendi a fazer sushi! Pois é, não sou uma expert, mas ficou muito saboreável. rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-6839136819703714935?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/6839136819703714935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/carga-de-pensamentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/6839136819703714935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/6839136819703714935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/carga-de-pensamentos.html' title='Carga de pensamentos'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUVx7VCQ6LI/AAAAAAAAANs/g_2H9kNw6p4/s72-c/104.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-5041162923583477960</id><published>2011-01-29T22:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:31:24.727-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUS5Go2bIBI/AAAAAAAAANo/dG90-UGtLIM/s1600/80.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUS5Go2bIBI/AAAAAAAAANo/dG90-UGtLIM/s1600/80.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Restless&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: I Am the Walrus - Bono&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: LJ&lt;a href="http://untasted.livejournal.com/"&gt;/untasted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vontade de simplificar minha vida... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-5041162923583477960?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/5041162923583477960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/cut-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5041162923583477960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5041162923583477960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/cut-off.html' title='Cut off'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUS5Go2bIBI/AAAAAAAAANo/dG90-UGtLIM/s72-c/80.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-4568717111798896578</id><published>2011-01-26T21:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:42:37.773-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TOEFL'/><title type='text'>Quase lá.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUC9G_0PcEI/AAAAAAAAANk/IOBNxloms2s/s1600/15-3.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUC9G_0PcEI/AAAAAAAAANk/IOBNxloms2s/s1600/15-3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Hopeful&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: 3x4 - Engenheiros do Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;Icon credit: &lt;a href="http://untasted.livejournal.com/"&gt;LJ/untasted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meus posts estão ficando cada vez mais curtos. Tenho bons motivos para justificar a redução de minha criatividade. A cada dia que passa me aproximo mais das realizações que busco. Em menos de três semanas estarei prestando o exame do TOEFL. Acho que estou tão mais preocupada com este exame do que fiquei com o vestibular. Uma excelente pontuação, certamente, influenciará os futuros rumos que devo seguir. Claro, é apenas a primeira etapa de um longo processo. Desta vez o caminho parece certeiro. Vamos em frente! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-4568717111798896578?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/4568717111798896578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/quase-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4568717111798896578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/4568717111798896578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/quase-la.html' title='Quase lá.'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TUC9G_0PcEI/AAAAAAAAANk/IOBNxloms2s/s72-c/15-3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-5127572725605643140</id><published>2011-01-25T04:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T05:03:26.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre qualquer coisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TT6Dwq522bI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZV28hFvhzTA/s1600/estados-160.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TT6Dwq522bI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZV28hFvhzTA/s1600/estados-160.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Current Mood: Busy&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pego-me no meio da madrugada envolta de materiais preparatórios para o exame do TOEFL; com uma disposição pontual para escrever sobre qualquer coisa no blog. Assim, cá estou eu. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-5127572725605643140?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/5127572725605643140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/sobre-qualquer-coisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5127572725605643140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5127572725605643140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/sobre-qualquer-coisa.html' title='Sobre qualquer coisa'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TT6Dwq522bI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZV28hFvhzTA/s72-c/estados-160.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-2499234426413254350</id><published>2011-01-20T14:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T14:38:21.833-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new layout'/><title type='text'>Light refraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear readers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As you can see, I’ve changed the layout. So I brought to you something a little bit more colored. And there is a why. I’ve see, frequently, people complaining about their experiences in life. Maybe what is missing in their lives is a little bit more of color. Of course, not in the literary sense of the word. Color can be tiny moments of happiness. Or in QCD  a property.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/637746093718841879-2499234426413254350?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/2499234426413254350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/light-refraction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/2499234426413254350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/2499234426413254350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/light-refraction.html' title='Light refraction'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-7884901151079689379</id><published>2011-01-17T23:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T23:47:45.245-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>N-O-S-S-A-!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TTT_B04X-TI/AAAAAAAAANY/MG42VJisbls/s1600/chaplin-sorriso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TTT_B04X-TI/AAAAAAAAANY/MG42VJisbls/s200/chaplin-sorriso.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nossa!&lt;/b&gt; "Nossa" um milhão de vezes. Sabe quando alguém se oferece para carregar as sacolas de compras pesadíssimas para você? Talvez este não seja o melhor exemplo, mas certamente você sente um enorme alívio nas mãos todas marcadas. Experimento hoje, agora, uma sensação incrível de alívio. Daquelas que você se pega pensando: "não é que o mundo está do meu lado?!", se é que um dia você acreditou que isso fosse possível. Nossa, e não canso de repetir. Estou feliz, mas muito feliz. Demasiadamente contente. Nossa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um telefonema, um voto de confiança, um abraço virtual, uma palavra, um empurrãozinho.&amp;nbsp;Foi tudo que eu precisava para tornar esta noite a mais agradável possível. De repente todos os sonhos se tornam bem mais próximos. Como se agora fosse plausível e aceitável confiar na sorte. &lt;b&gt;Viiida&lt;/b&gt;, como estou feliz. Sinto meus olhos sorridentes, com aquele ar de "eu também posso".&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;Dia maravilhoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{Não pude conter tais comentários sobre uma experiência pessoal.}&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/637746093718841879-7884901151079689379?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/7884901151079689379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/n-o-s-s.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/7884901151079689379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/7884901151079689379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/n-o-s-s.html' title='N-O-S-S-A-!'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TTT_B04X-TI/AAAAAAAAANY/MG42VJisbls/s72-c/chaplin-sorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-9145235325919495404</id><published>2011-01-16T16:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T16:52:18.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The night was falling beneath her eyes. She started to walk like no one could stop her or follow her steps. The route for home was too far away from her shoes. An unbelievable breaking of structure has happened as long her thoughts were coming out. It wasn’t a simple yellow bulb light that left her head. But an endless search for what they called heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-9145235325919495404?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/9145235325919495404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/awake.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/9145235325919495404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/9145235325919495404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/awake.html' title='Awake'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-3454195357524214436</id><published>2011-01-13T14:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:38:21.942-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's quote.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Sometimes we're led to moments of folly conscious.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(Natália Menezes)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-3454195357524214436?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/3454195357524214436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/todays-quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/3454195357524214436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/3454195357524214436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/todays-quote.html' title='Today&apos;s quote.'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-9213610180660857113</id><published>2011-01-12T18:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T18:59:27.696-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor em 4 atos'/><title type='text'>Crítica: Ela faz cinema</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem assisti o primeiro episódio da mini-série “Amor em 4 Atos”, na Rede Globo. Pelo que entendi este mini-seriado tem como finalidade homenagear um dos maiores compositores (e cantores) da música popular brasileira, o famosíssimo Chico Buarque de Hollanda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando pela primeira vez li a respeito pensei duas coisas: finalmente, resolveram homenagear a pessoa “certa” (não me levem a mal, apenas uma opinião pessoal); e, será que vai ser bom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sei a respeito dos próximos episódios, mas posso (com direito) expor minha visão sobre o primeiro episódio “Ela faz cinema”. Não vou dizer que é uma das minhas músicas preferidas, porque a maioria das músicas do Chico é de minha preferência. Assim, ficaria um tanto vago e sem significado dizer isto. Mas, houve um tempo em que eu ouvia bastante “Ela faz cinema”. Gosto muito da melodia, da letra, dos sentimentos expressos pela música. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então, após assistir o episódio fui verificar alguns dos comentários, de outras pessoas que assistiram, por meio do tuíter (twitter). Um deles tocou num ponto que outras pessoas passaram despercebidas. Creio que (estas outras pessoas) estavam deslumbradas apenas pelo fato de ser um mini-seriado destinado a canções do Chico. Apesar de ter toda uma história que ligasse a pequenos fragmentos da música construção, não achei a menção da música, “Ela faz cinema”, expressiva. Tudo bem. A protagonista foi bem escolhida, uma atriz convincente, mas a idéia da música ficou num âmbito superficial apenas de que ela fazia cinema e estava dirigindo um clipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talvez a minha leitura sobre a música seja mais penetrante. Criei uma expectativa muito grande sobre este mini-seriado e não foi tudo (até o momento) que achei que fosse. Espero que as músicas de Chico sejam realmente encarnadas nas histórias dos personagens, e não que sirvam apenas de trilha sonora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Letra da Música:&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/chico-buarque/537330/"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Ela faz cinema&lt;/b&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/637746093718841879-9213610180660857113?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/9213610180660857113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/critica-ela-faz-cinema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/9213610180660857113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/9213610180660857113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/critica-ela-faz-cinema.html' title='Crítica: Ela faz cinema'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-5914736087783190245</id><published>2011-01-06T12:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T12:23:46.867-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sherlock Holmes'/><title type='text'>Fascínio por Holmes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seus dias eram inspirados pela degustação de páginas, e mais páginas, densas de mistério. Os noticiários policiais somente serviam para lembrá-la das incríveis aventuras que um dia presenciou em pensamentos. Seu ícone jamais fora identificado no meio da multidão que conhecia. Excelentes policiais ou detetives amplamente capacitados jamais chegariam aos pés daquele discreto, muito charmoso, intrigante e  perspicaz homem. Holmes era o nome que zombava de sua admiração, caminhando por entre as ruas sem nem poder ser tocado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como poderia tal cavalheiro existir? Era apenas uma figura literária que adquirira consistência. Sua reputação criava dúvidas sobre uma possível e real existência. Por outro lado, nenhum homem “dito real” poderia inferir tantas informações e ter uma geniosa capacidade dedutiva. Não como Sherlock Holmes. Suas observações conectavam eventos dispersos em poucos segundos. Pura geniosidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No entanto, ela se encantava sem questionar a imensa capacidade do raciocínio humano ilustrada por Holmes. Digamos que era forte paixão. Um ser tão vibrante e com bastante vigor, de conhecimento intuitivo inquestionável, não poderia ser encontrado facilmente. Uma pérola no meio de muitas conchas vazias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-5914736087783190245?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/5914736087783190245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/fascinio-por-holmes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5914736087783190245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5914736087783190245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/fascinio-por-holmes.html' title='Fascínio por Holmes'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-2385895089764209097</id><published>2011-01-03T18:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T18:19:02.778-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desenho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'>A arte de observar e reproduzir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TSI8zyXq6JI/AAAAAAAAAMY/UTSHrJIUFJ0/s1600/jp_desenho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TSI8zyXq6JI/AAAAAAAAAMY/UTSHrJIUFJ0/s320/jp_desenho.jpg" width="240" /&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;Nos últimos dias tenho me entretido (bastante) com o lápis. Estou tentando obter resultados cada vez melhores; ampliando a visão para novos desafios, novas perspectivas. Ainda falta muito para eu atingir um dos meus grandes objetivos com o desenho, que é justamente o reconhecimento do mesmo como se fosse uma fotografia. Muitos trabalhos que encontro no site do &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;deviantart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tem sido inspiradores na minha caminhada rumo a perfeição. Então, provavelmente devo ficar sem (boas) idéias para textos... isso acontece sempre que focalizo em alguma coisa (diferente).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-2385895089764209097?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/2385895089764209097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/arte-de-observar-e-reproduzir.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/2385895089764209097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/2385895089764209097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/arte-de-observar-e-reproduzir.html' title='A arte de observar e reproduzir'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S5YCjHHfHTM/TSI8zyXq6JI/AAAAAAAAAMY/UTSHrJIUFJ0/s72-c/jp_desenho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-196628851334594275</id><published>2011-01-01T12:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T12:00:47.762-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>1.1.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;No novo tempo, apesar dos castigos&lt;br /&gt;Estamos crescidos, estamos atentos, estamos mais vivos&lt;br /&gt;Pra nos socorrer, pra nos socorrer, pra nos socorrer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sem figurar, o dia hoje está bem mais iluminado do que ontem. O céu amanheceu sorridente, ensolarando a janela do meu quarto. Foi um "bom dia" agradável. De alguma maneira essa virada de ano deixou minha vida com esperança de mudanças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Todo primeiro ano do dia nos expõe uma caminhada longa e cheia de sonhos. Sonhos que devem ser construídos no decorrer dos doze meses. Por motivos que desconheço, estou confiante sobre este ano. Sei que muita coisa boa vai acontecer, e meu saldo ao final dele será demais positivo.&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;Desejo à mim mesma este ano muita sabedoria e paz para que eu possa caminhar independente das topadas que me fizeram quase rastejar no passado.&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;Ano novo, novo tempo, tempo precioso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-196628851334594275?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/196628851334594275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/1111.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/196628851334594275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/196628851334594275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2011/01/1111.html' title='1.1.11'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637746093718841879.post-5938283359697784034</id><published>2010-12-30T22:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T22:33:52.527-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ano novo'/><title type='text'>Ano novo: comentários e ambientes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ao telefone:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amiga! Recebi uma dica fantástica para passar o ano novo num maior astral. Ahn?! Sim! Tem a ver com dinheiro... Sabe aquela história de passar de amarelo? É, é... mentira! Tudo mentira. Ao invés disso, ponha uma nota de cem no bolso durante a virada... Se dá certo?! É claro que sim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Num bar:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As mulheres são uma graça, né? Passam o ano todo fazendo dieta para se acabar nas festas de final de ano... Daqui a pouco a minha vai querer entrar na moda das plásticas. Já disse para ela fechar a boca, não tenho dinheiro e nem quero ter que gastar comprando outro vestido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;No shopping:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Boa tarde, estou procurando um vestido vermelho... Ah! Imagina! Eu, procurando um amor no próximo ano?! Não, não... Estou quase comprometida... É, quase...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Na televisão:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estamos com a cartomante “sabe-tudo-que-vai-acontecer-em-2011”, e já já estaremos ao vivo recebendo chamadas de todo o Brasil! Quer saber como será sua vida amorosa? Trabalho? Saúde? Então, espere aí sentado no sofá após um breve comercial, voltamos em instantes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Na cozinha:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Huuum... Mãããe, que cheiro é esse? Posso provar? Mas até meia-noite eu morro de fome... Só um pedacinho? Diz que siiim... O resto da cobertura da torta, pode? Então... um pouquinho do salpicão? Ninguém vai reparar, já tem muito aí. Arrrg! Deixa prá lá, não quero mais. Vou pedir comida à vizinha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nas redes sociais (internet):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Feliz ano novo para todo mundo (que eu gosto). Se beber, me chame! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/637746093718841879-5938283359697784034?l=sempedagio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/feeds/5938283359697784034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2010/12/ano-novo-comentarios-e-ambientes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5938283359697784034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/637746093718841879/posts/default/5938283359697784034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempedagio.blogspot.com/2010/12/ano-novo-comentarios-e-ambientes.html' title='Ano novo: comentários e ambientes'/><author><name>Natália Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381803404660056973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flsoxGP8uPI/Ty4kAdVC66I/AAAAAAAAAVo/jUQvWvUukUQ/s220/NMSC002.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
