<?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-5846447</id><updated>2011-10-11T19:35:34.955-03:00</updated><category term='musica'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='mudança'/><category term='historias'/><category term='ads'/><category term='profissão'/><category term='meio ambiente'/><category term='mafalda'/><category term='poema'/><category term='educação'/><category term='jantar'/><category term='brahma'/><category term='teste'/><category term='literatura'/><category term='pós-modernidade'/><category term='tempo'/><category term='cultura'/><category term='cinema'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='redes sociais'/><category term='madonna'/><category term='doodle'/><category term='filosofia'/><category term='conrad'/><category term='filme'/><category term='amy winehouse'/><category term='liberdade'/><category term='google'/><category term='namorados'/><category term='datas'/><title type='text'>.:: É só um espaço  ::.</title><subtitle type='html'>Rascunhos, esboços, divagações, epifanias e surtos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-1444144996344769930</id><published>2011-01-12T18:16:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T18:17:24.339-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brahma'/><title type='text'>Abrir garrafa sem abridor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 390px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/TN1-xKEa1XI/AAAAAAAACOc/RS7l6gM395Y/s400/01%2BNov.%2B11.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538722499717158258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Os ingressos começam a ser vendidos neste dia 19/11, segundo o G1: "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;Os bilhetes custarão R$ 190 - com direito a meia-entrada para estudantes - e poderão ser adquiridos no &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockinrio.com.br/"&gt;site oficial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do festival. Cada pessoa poderá comprar no máximo quatro ingressos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Metallica está confirmado, e os fãs se movimentam para trazer suas bandas queridas... o que eu sei é, que, independente de quem vier, não vou ficar fora dessa!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Corra!! dia 19 é sexta-feira que vem :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-386290269664581735?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/386290269664581735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=386290269664581735' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/386290269664581735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/386290269664581735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2010/11/rock-in-rio.html' title='Rock in Rio'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/TN1-xKEa1XI/AAAAAAAACOc/RS7l6gM395Y/s72-c/01%2BNov.%2B11.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-8398930357101548748</id><published>2010-11-08T11:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T11:29:41.566-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos anotar:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Para não esquecer depois ... promessas são dívidas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;imagem do Globo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/TNf7IPVzMII/AAAAAAAACOQ/gRqMfL7G0Eg/s400/01+Nov.+01.gif" style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/TJn4gnL75hI/AAAAAAAACNc/EjsE-zAk0qE/s400/165092704.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519716057477801490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chupado do @realeden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-3714560947450070244?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://twitpic.com/2qaicg' title='A Modernidade...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3714560947450070244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=3714560947450070244' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3714560947450070244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3714560947450070244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2010/09/twitpic-share-photos-on-twitter.html' title='A Modernidade...'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/TJn4gnL75hI/AAAAAAAACNc/EjsE-zAk0qE/s72-c/165092704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-1002633473411193540</id><published>2010-09-17T12:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:12:47.664-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tabela Periódica do Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/TJOEtCkgDxI/AAAAAAAACNU/io6aKuREMj8/s1600/01+Sep.+17.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/TJOEtCkgDxI/AAAAAAAACNU/io6aKuREMj8/s400/01+Sep.+17.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517899877777936146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente sensacional !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vale perguntar "por que os Beatles não aparecem", essa é a tabela periódica do cara, e você é livre para fazer a sua rs. Palavras do autor. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via http://roadsidejesus.com/hola/?page_id=7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-1002633473411193540?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://roadsidejesus.com/hola/?page_id=7' title='Tabela Periódica do Rock'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/1002633473411193540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=1002633473411193540' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/1002633473411193540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/1002633473411193540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2010/09/tabela-periodica-do-rock.html' title='Tabela Periódica do Rock'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/TJOEtCkgDxI/AAAAAAAACNU/io6aKuREMj8/s72-c/01+Sep.+17.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-2610886179742179</id><published>2010-07-13T21:30:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T20:32:59.883-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Internacional do Rock</title><content type='html'>Todos tem sua setlist para esse dia 13 de Julho. Eu também resolvi ter a minha....&lt;div&gt;Não estou nem aí se não for bem assim, mas essa é a minha lista, é como eu vejo o rock! E claro, as músicas que eu mais gosto em cada momento que destaco...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papai Rock &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7K4jH7NqUw&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7K4jH7NqUw&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mamãe Rock &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ev4hm-ft0zE&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ev4hm-ft0zE&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Príncipe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tpzV_0l5ILI&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tpzV_0l5ILI&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;College Rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AA9maAERDAs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AA9maAERDAs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus me abana Rock &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M_yWyBjDEaU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M_yWyBjDEaU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lady of Rock &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzNEgcqWDG4&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzNEgcqWDG4&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Lenda do Rock &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c6L4GixccLU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c6L4GixccLU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rock o amanhã nunca morre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(prefiro a versçao do Guns)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nsGXpn2_0og&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nsGXpn2_0og&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bowie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sa6bI_95G9I&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sa6bI_95G9I&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck Off Rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VDU6TJcrZdA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VDU6TJcrZdA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ramones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wMD7Ezp3gWc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wMD7Ezp3gWc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Punk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/psTUiQzNoxw&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/psTUiQzNoxw&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prince of Darkness - The horror, the horror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/akt3awj_Ah8&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/akt3awj_Ah8&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iron Maiden - o melhor rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bZJkywYHVQg&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bZJkywYHVQg&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glam - cirurgia rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gYF8sO1BPeI&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gYF8sO1BPeI&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farofa - tiozão tudibom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/40UQDEtRxp8&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/40UQDEtRxp8&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NIRVANA (1a fase do emorock)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qv96yJYhk3M&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qv96yJYhk3M&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris Cornell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qiSkyEyBczU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qiSkyEyBczU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melódico (2a fase do emorock)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGlr8_q6_3k"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PGlr8_q6_3k&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PGlr8_q6_3k&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indies&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gp6A1KeXDC0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gp6A1KeXDC0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rock is alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZGcw9HHOkU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZGcw9HHOkU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nerd rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ENXvZ9YRjbo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ENXvZ9YRjbo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;future rock :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5846447-2610886179742179?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2610886179742179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Doodle Frida Kahlo</title><content type='html'>Adoro Doodles !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esse é de hoje 6.7.2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/TDNA6egOUJI/AAAAAAAACMs/beisydYHbe4/s1600/03+Jul.+06.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/TDNA6egOUJI/AAAAAAAACMs/beisydYHbe4/s400/03+Jul.+06.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490803744059576466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/TDM-YKPA1QI/AAAAAAAACMc/hwPw-NMdAfM/s1600/02+Jul.+06.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-280900143938362604?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/280900143938362604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=280900143938362604' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/280900143938362604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/280900143938362604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2010/07/goodle-frida-kahlo.html' title='Doodle Frida Kahlo'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/TDNA6egOUJI/AAAAAAAACMs/beisydYHbe4/s72-c/03+Jul.+06.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-3765831046400519388</id><published>2010-05-24T13:02:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T13:07:57.079-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodle'/><title type='text'>Doodle Pac Man</title><content type='html'>Você que se amarrou no Doodle do Pac Man e queria passar horas jogando enquanto seu chefe pensa que está fazendo pesquisas no Google sobre como melhorar as vendas do seu site, aqui está: &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/pacman/"&gt;http://www.google.com/pacman/&lt;/a&gt;  Seu sonho não acabou :)&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que não lembro de ter jogado muito disso na infância, mas nunca é tarde para saber mais sobre os anos 80!&lt;br /&gt;Adorei e o Google realmente surpreendeu desta vez:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/S_qj8vtSUoI/AAAAAAAAB8I/IeAzBqxH-MA/s1600/ScreenHunter_01+May.+21.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/S_qj8vtSUoI/AAAAAAAAB8I/IeAzBqxH-MA/s400/ScreenHunter_01+May.+21.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474868561016148610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-3765831046400519388?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3765831046400519388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=3765831046400519388' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3765831046400519388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3765831046400519388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2010/05/doodle-pac-man.html' title='Doodle Pac Man'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/S_qj8vtSUoI/AAAAAAAAB8I/IeAzBqxH-MA/s72-c/ScreenHunter_01+May.+21.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-1878122479148242297</id><published>2010-05-06T15:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:39:25.117-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Google Novo</title><content type='html'>Somente para registrar que mudou a home de busca do Google&lt;br /&gt;Agora mais pós-moderno, lúdico e claro, mais Google&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que acha que os botões ficaram feios..eu sinceramente acho que é um teste para medir efetividade de cliques nos botões, porque a tendência natural é eles deixarem de exisitir, já que todo mundo clica Enter pra ver o resultado, e só clica no Estou com sorte quando quer procurar o Chuck Norris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/S-MMasREHDI/AAAAAAAAB8A/O0PJbXQYLnk/s1600/ScreenHunter_01+May.+06.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/S-MMasREHDI/AAAAAAAAB8A/O0PJbXQYLnk/s400/ScreenHunter_01+May.+06.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468228025256778802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-1878122479148242297?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/1878122479148242297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=1878122479148242297' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/1878122479148242297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/1878122479148242297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2010/05/google-novo.html' title='Google Novo'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/S-MMasREHDI/AAAAAAAAB8A/O0PJbXQYLnk/s72-c/ScreenHunter_01+May.+06.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-8111950546834503510</id><published>2010-04-26T16:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T16:02:12.625-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carmen and Waldo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/S9Xi6y_46QI/AAAAAAAAB6s/VxPmQ4W0TsM/s1600/waldo-carmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/S9Xi6y_46QI/AAAAAAAAB6s/VxPmQ4W0TsM/s400/waldo-carmen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464523222633998594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://repetente.blogspot.com/"&gt;repetente&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/5846447-8111950546834503510?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8111950546834503510/comments/default' title='Postar 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-1763412806119815197</id><published>2010-04-14T16:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T16:49:27.329-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não entendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sodatimao.com.br/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/cristian-e-mano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 368px;" src="http://sodatimao.com.br/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/cristian-e-mano.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Expressões masculinas que eu não entendo:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- e aí mano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- e aí velhinho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- fala! sua bicha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/5846447-1763412806119815197?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/1763412806119815197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=1763412806119815197' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/1763412806119815197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/1763412806119815197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2010/04/nao-entendo.html' title='Não entendo'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-6346104582510188099</id><published>2010-04-10T11:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T16:21:45.524-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O mais belo Suicídio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/S8CQTBOaoKI/AAAAAAAAB5s/_Wpw08xrjhw/s1600/evelyn-mchale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/S8CQTBOaoKI/AAAAAAAAB5s/_Wpw08xrjhw/s320/evelyn-mchale.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458521404793856162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Thata já escreveu sobre o mais belo suicídio do mundo, e sua história &lt;a href="http://frustradaedesiludida.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-mais-belo-suicidio.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Evelyn, além de haver nos presenteado com sua beleza e serenidade na morte, é um símbolo da concepção contemporânea de desejo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O conceito foi trabalhado por Freud, e milésimas vezes simplificado, fala que desejamos as coisas em função de uma vontade de ter que não pode ser suprida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desejar e querer parecem a mesma coisa, mas não são. Querer tem relação com a racionalidade, e é um sentimento controlável. O desejo, por outro lado, totalmente irracional e incontrolável, tem relação com tudo aquilo em nós que desconhecemos. Quando eu desejo não sei por que. Não sei quanto tempo desejarei e não consigo parar de desejar quando eu quero. Eu não tenho o que desejo; e ainda assim eu quero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evelyn é o símbolo deste pensamento em sua potência máxima. Não se ter o que deseja para nós hoje, gera um sofrimento tão grande e às vezes tão inaceitável e tão pertubador que nos vemos obrigados a mudar rapidamente o foco do nosso desejo, na tentativa de eliminá-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A má notícia é que ele não é eliminável enquanto existirmos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a boa notícia é que este desejo insaciável dos homens é justamente o vapor da máquina. Ele nos move, para frente ou para cima, como quiserem...mas nunca para trás nem para os lados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evelyn, em sua mocidade moderna representa nós mesmos, diariamente desejando e matando este desejo, em função do fluxo de informações que processamos na vida contemporânea. Embora represente a morte, também representa o fim da angústia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enfim, só quando morremos é que paramos de desejar. E lidar com esta angústia é então, o nosso trabalho no mundo hoje e é o suicídio diário do querer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-6346104582510188099?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/6346104582510188099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=6346104582510188099' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/6346104582510188099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/6346104582510188099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-mais-belo-suicidio.html' title='O mais belo Suicídio'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/S8CQTBOaoKI/AAAAAAAAB5s/_Wpw08xrjhw/s72-c/evelyn-mchale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-4357364978923419923</id><published>2010-04-01T15:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T16:06:07.702-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexões Pascoais</title><content type='html'>A falta de leitura destrói uma pessoa. &lt;div&gt;Por esses tempos minha cabeça fica inundada de pensamentos inúteis, e tudo que eu consigo lembrar é:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Alô, Adriano!? Tá me ouvindo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caramba, toda hora lembro disso, alô adriano! alô adriano! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Alô, Adriano!? Tá me ouvindo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha cabeça está um vazio.  Que horror. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No início do ano eram os objetivos, depois vieram as fantasias da Sabrina Sato, da Paola Oliveira...depois  a máfia dougada... E a bunda da cacau é de silicone? E o peito da maroca? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E aí vieram os amigos chococultos, com centenas de chocolates...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Segue uma cabeça tão oca que até dá sono..... Mas eu li no twiiter.. essa semana foi fechamento de ciclos:Nardoni campeão, Dourado gay, Dicésar preso... algo assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que há tanta coisa sendo dita, quando temos tão pouco para dizer? Quando tempos tão pouco para ouvir, e menos ainda pra falar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Alô, Adriano!? Tá me ouvindo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda bem que não, porque eu não quero falar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-4357364978923419923?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/4357364978923419923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=4357364978923419923' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/4357364978923419923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/4357364978923419923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2010/04/reflexoes-pascoais.html' title='Reflexões Pascoais'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-7302551299028514826</id><published>2010-01-05T13:20:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T13:27:37.422-02:00</updated><title type='text'>El Camino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/S0NZ5muGNPI/AAAAAAAAAck/U-V2dicRDig/s1600-h/IMG_4628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/S0NZ5muGNPI/AAAAAAAAAck/U-V2dicRDig/s320/IMG_4628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423277222465516786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Caminante,                son tus huellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;              el camino, y nada más;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;              caminante, no hay camino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;              se hace camino al andar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;              Al andar se hace camino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;              y al volver la vista atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;              se ve la senda que nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;              se ha de volver a pisar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;              Caminante, no hay camino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;              sino estelas en la mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Antonio Machado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Imagem por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://sujeitoemfalta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Moniquinha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-7302551299028514826?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7302551299028514826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=7302551299028514826' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/7302551299028514826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/7302551299028514826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2010/01/el-camino.html' title='El Camino'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/S0NZ5muGNPI/AAAAAAAAAck/U-V2dicRDig/s72-c/IMG_4628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-5323679476738087933</id><published>2010-01-04T13:07:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:16:08.766-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Resoluções 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As resoluções que eu faço para 2010 são:&lt;br /&gt;- correr atrás dos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;- ser uma pessoa melhor&lt;br /&gt;- ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epa, esses são projetos do dia a dia, então mudando:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ler os livros da lista de 2009 que eu não li, e que contém livros da lista de 2008 que eu não li&lt;br /&gt;- terminar outros projetos de 2009 que ficaram parados, e que incluem alguns projetos antigos também&lt;br /&gt;- fazer de 2010 um ano melhor que 2009!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epa, esses também são projetos do dia a dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, então um ótimo 2010 para todos e que todos dias sejam ano novo, vida nova pra gente !!! Todo dia começar com a mesma vontade e a mesma esperança com que recebemos o ano novo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas pensando bem tem coisas que eu não vou deixar passar. Este ano eu volto a dançar !! Volto mesmo!!! rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-5323679476738087933?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5323679476738087933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=5323679476738087933' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5323679476738087933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5323679476738087933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolucoes-2010.html' title='Resoluções 2010'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-3366955077074016191</id><published>2009-12-11T10:12:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:32:02.004-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dicas da Cabala</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.best-free-myspace-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freemyspacegraphics.com/Graphics/Christmas_Graphics/images/xmas6.gif" alt="free myspace graphics :: myspace images :: myspace pictures free myspace layouts" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="padding: 3px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 173, 239); font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.best-free-myspace-graphics.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Adultfriender&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="padding: 3px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 173, 239); font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.best-free-myspace-graphics.com/" target="_blank"&gt;MYSPACE GRAPHICS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vi essas dicas no site Terra e acho que podem ser muito úteis no nosso dia a dia, e principalmente nessa época do ano, que considero o momento de avaliar o ano que tivemos e o que precisamos melhorar para que o ano seguinte seja melhor. Enjoy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Tirando todos os seus bens materiais, seu dinheiro, seu estudo e suas realizações, o que resta é o que você é. Pense nisso hoje. O que você é, em essência? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quando você deseja alguma coisa, o universo lhe ajuda a chegar lá, sem selecionar pensamentos positivos ou negativos. Por isso, cuidado com o que você deseja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não devemos nos satisfazer com o bem que fazemos dentro da nossa natureza, devemos nos motivar a fazer aquilo que está além da nossa natureza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Muitas pessoas ficam atoladas na escuridão. Mas há também os que ficam atolados na Luz. Ficamos contentes por estar em um "bom lugar" e não nos esforçamos para seguir em frente. É preciso subir sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estamos nesta vida para crescer constantemente, e nossa meta deve ser deixar este mundo sendo uma pessoa melhor do que a que entrou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Achamos que as metas que definimos são o objetivo, mas o verdadeiro objetivo é o processo e a transformação pela qual passamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Concentre-se totalmente em ver suas situações negativas como oportunidades positivas. E deixe que pensamentos positivos dominem sua mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje, pondere suas palavras antes de permitir que elas saiam da sua boca. Cinco segundos de reatividade podem destruir uma amizade de dez anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não leve tudo para o lado pessoal. Você não é o centro de tudo que acontece. Quanto mais você conseguir domar sua forma de pensar egocêntrica mais feliz você será.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seja paciente consigo mesmo se você não estiver onde gostaria de estar. Lembre-se: há um processo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Comece a mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Para começar a revolução pessoal, Cecilia Ben David, coordenadora pedagógica do Centro da Cultura Judaica de São Paulo, dá as 4 chaves para a mudança: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Emuná (crença) - Você deve acreditar que pode mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ratson(vontade) - Você deve extrair forças da sua própria vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Avodá (trabalho) - Você deve praticar um programa de introspecção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oneg (prazer) - Você deve sentir alegria do sucesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mulher.terra.com.br/interna/0,,OI4151103-EI1377,00-ensinamentos+da+cabala+que+mudaram+a+vida+de+Madonna.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Terra Mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-3366955077074016191?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3366955077074016191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=3366955077074016191' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3366955077074016191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3366955077074016191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/12/dicas-da-cabala.html' title='Dicas da Cabala'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-1686507392074954214</id><published>2009-12-10T22:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:58:21.767-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Im running free yeah, running free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.BEST-FREE-MYSPACE-GRAPHICS.COM"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freemyspacegraphics.com/Images/Funny_Animations/images/63.gif" alt="free myspace graphics :: myspace images :: myspace pictures free myspace layouts" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a style="padding:3px;background: transparent;color:#00ADEF;font-family:tahoma;font-size:10px;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;" href="http://www.BEST-FREE-MYSPACE-GRAPHICS.COM" target="_blank"&gt;Adultfriender&lt;/a&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SxbE_3cf4VI/AAAAAAAAAaY/vhyv15zb4SY/s400/ScreenHunter_01+Dec.+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410728603826512210" border="0" /&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/5846447-2496926142156705574?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2496926142156705574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=2496926142156705574' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/2496926142156705574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/2496926142156705574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/12/na-efemeridade-da-vida.html' title='Na efemeridade da vida....'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SxbE_3cf4VI/AAAAAAAAAaY/vhyv15zb4SY/s72-c/ScreenHunter_01+Dec.+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-1937476393702798554</id><published>2009-10-26T21:35:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:42:33.573-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy Winehouse gosta tanto de seus novos peitos que ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SuYzdhus8KI/AAAAAAAAAZg/qJWjJCOX8KY/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Oct.+26+21.32.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SuYzdhus8KI/AAAAAAAAAZg/qJWjJCOX8KY/s200/ScreenHunter_01+Oct.+26+21.32.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397057785813594274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quer mostrar pra todo mundo !!! O que ela tem de artista tem de bizarra, não é mesmo?Já me estressei tanto com as pataquadas dela que ás vezes nem consigo escutar as músicas numa boa... uma coisa é certa, falta noção a essa moça, porque será que ela acha que pode aumentar os peitos e continuar usando as mesmas roupas?? ou será que achou que aumentou mais do que realmente aumentou...&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, faço aqui um apelo pela dose de noção desse mundo voltar ao normal !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-1937476393702798554?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/1937476393702798554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=1937476393702798554' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/1937476393702798554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/1937476393702798554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/10/amy-winehouse-gosta-tanto-de-seus-novos.html' title='Amy Winehouse gosta tanto de seus novos peitos que ....'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SuYzdhus8KI/AAAAAAAAAZg/qJWjJCOX8KY/s72-c/ScreenHunter_01+Oct.+26+21.32.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-1644845273009192760</id><published>2009-10-08T09:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:37:26.352-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Resoluções do Alzheimer</title><content type='html'>Eu preciso lembrar...de esquecer&lt;br /&gt;quando eu lembro de esquecer, é quando estou lembrando&lt;br /&gt;e quando eu esqueço, é quando vou lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu durmo, não esqueço.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando acordo, lembro de esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu era jovem, nunca esquecia,&lt;br /&gt;mas agora, sempre lembro de esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu esquecer, é porque não lembrarei mais.&lt;br /&gt;Porém quando sonhar, sei que não vou esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia quando realmente não lembrar de esquecer&lt;br /&gt;é porque terei esquecido.&lt;br /&gt;Porém hoje nunca esqueço e sempre lembro.&lt;br /&gt;Se o Alzheimer não for embora, ainda assim, lembrarei&lt;br /&gt;e se achar que esqueci, quando dormir vou lembrar outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca é tempo de esquecer, mas sempre é tempo de lembrar&lt;br /&gt;que se tenha lembrado, ou que se tenha esquecido,&lt;br /&gt;que se tenha passado, ou que não se tenha vivido,&lt;br /&gt;que nunca é cedo pra esquecer, nunca é tarde pra lembrar&lt;br /&gt;sempre é hora de reviver, nunca é hora de apagar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-1644845273009192760?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/1644845273009192760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=1644845273009192760' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/1644845273009192760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/1644845273009192760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/10/resolucoes-do-alzheimer.html' title='Resoluções do Alzheimer'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-7141325336899647307</id><published>2009-10-07T23:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:42:09.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Linguagem Futebolística</title><content type='html'>Eu adoro a linguagem futebolística... é tão engraçada e divertida, e além disso me estimula demais a imaginação!!!! Vai vendo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre cartão amarelo: dar, ele tinha que dar, mas não deu.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (é, eu tb não ia dando assim não)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre falta: se o alessandro mete essa bola, ele podia fazer o gol &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(vai da capacidade de cada um)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre a jogada a gol: se ele mete a cabeça... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(é um começo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre expulsão: ele podia tomar um vermelho, mas tomou só um amarelo &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(eu prefiro um pretinho básico)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre escanteio: ele podia bater uma bola dessa no escanteio &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(vez ou outra não tem outro jeito)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre falta no goleiro: o goleiro não quer que faça falta ali nunca &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(nem eu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre o pênalti: foi quase Quase QUAse QUAAAAAASEE VAIIIII &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(eu num vô)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre o fim do jogo: e chegamos ao final desses 15 minutos MARAVILHOSOS &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(é Luciano, tá difícil pro seu lado né, filho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo bem...minha mente pode ser pervetida, mas qualquer semelhança &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; é mera coincidência !! Participe de uma conversa entre amigos onde os homens sejam maioria, e veja a linguagem que utilizam para falar de suas conquistas, suas amigas e consequentemente, suas noitadas e depois tente assistir um jogo de futebol sossegadamente....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok não entendo nada de futebol  mas ainda acho que tem jeito :-D Tem q ter jeito !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de algumas expressões do Silvio Luis, não estimulam tanto a minha mente, mas rendem boas risadas - olho no lance! pelas barbas do profeta!! tá na filó... pelo amor dos meus filhinhos...balançou o capim....subiu a flanela !!! o que é que eu vou dizer lá em casa depois de ocupar o computador por tanto tempo e escrever um post mixuronga desse... ai ai e nada desse jogo acabar hem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda um sapato daí nego!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-7141325336899647307?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7141325336899647307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=7141325336899647307' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/7141325336899647307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/7141325336899647307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/10/linguagem-futebolistica.html' title='Linguagem Futebolística'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-4646076493052450614</id><published>2009-09-21T21:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:36:21.147-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>No fim das contas....</title><content type='html'>No final das contas eu acabei o dia pensando nessa música, e no povo da safra&lt;br /&gt;amo oceis! gostaria de gravar um CD com as fotos dos grupais, tendo de fundo essa música:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W2ytn66X4ZI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W2ytn66X4ZI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-4646076493052450614?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/4646076493052450614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=4646076493052450614' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/4646076493052450614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/4646076493052450614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-fim-das-contas.html' title='No fim das contas....'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-7869474163899155785</id><published>2009-09-21T16:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:04:43.459-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>As músicas do meu dia</title><content type='html'>Sim, pessoas, estou terrivelmente destinada a cumprir os dias de minha existência salarial sem direito ao redentor fone de ouvido, como muitos sabem.&lt;br /&gt;Até que isso já dura 1 ano, e tenho  sobrevivido a essa tortura, pensando no trabalho de forma quase que completa.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho algumas escapadas à DR da Safra, outras ao Twitter, algumas raríssimas vezes ao orkut e a facebook. Sempre com o intuito de olhar alguma coisa do trabalho, pra ver se algum concorrente tá comprando algum espaço novo..veja só, eu tenho esse direito...sim! meu trabalho não é a escravidão como muitos pensam..e finalmente eu tenho um salário..mas enfim...a  proibição da música acho que é a pior coisa que tem, e sei de pessoas que se sentem terrivelmente deprimidas sem poder ouvir música no trabalho... no meu caso só é tão sofrível quanto todos podem imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim, eu consigo pensar nas músicas, como se mesmo no silêncio elas permanecessem na minha cabeça, vou cantando uma a uma... interessante que assim como acontece quando de fato você está escutando, tem aquelas que se relacionam diretamente com o momento, e a circunstância..eu lembro justamente das músicas que tem relação com o que sinto no momento, isso vou chamar de memória musical, se é que o termo já não existe e está sendo usado em outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;De manhã estava lembrando do documentário que vi sobre o Arnaldo Baptista, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cê tá pensando que eu sou locke, bicho? sou malandro velho, não se mete no enguiço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;sim, eu acordei meio enguiçada hoje)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Depois do almoço bateu aquela preguiça, fiquei pensando na Scarlett Johansson&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Falling down, Falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17h chegando, estou lembrando q falta pouco pra ir embora, e que logo vamos ver o AC/DC &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on a highway to hell !! highway to hell !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finalmente, quando estarei tornando as unhas sociáveis, vou pensar na música que mais amo com nome de mulher (sonhando com o dia em que vou poder escolher pra minha filha esse nome): &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rua,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Espada nua&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boia no céu imensa e amarela&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tão redonda a lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,Como flutua&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vem navegando o azul do firmamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E no silêncio lento&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um trovador, cheio de estrelas&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escuta agora a canção que eu fiz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pra te esquecer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luiza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu sou apenas um pobre amador,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Apaixonado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;um aprendiz do teu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,Acorda amor&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Que eu sei que embaixo desta neve mora um coração...vem cá &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luiza&lt;/span&gt;, me dá tua mão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Já cansada de ilusão e de enguiços e de cansaços e desilusões, sei que vou lembrar dos beatles&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shes got a ticket to ride, shes got a ticket to ride... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but she dont care&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tudo passará, eu passarinho :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-7869474163899155785?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7869474163899155785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=7869474163899155785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/7869474163899155785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/7869474163899155785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-musicas-do-meu-dia.html' title='As músicas do meu dia'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-2529187620000000427</id><published>2009-09-11T13:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T17:54:00.781-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Temas Aleatórios do Gmail</title><content type='html'>Descobri por acaso a opção de temas aleatórios do Gmail.&lt;br /&gt;Já conhecia as opções de temas, mas esse aleatório nunca tinha utilizado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem fica com o gmail ligado o dia todo, é uma opção muito boa. Sempre traz temas diferentes, fundos, cores, fontes...sempre diferente. Às vezes com temas que já existem como padrão, e outras alterando cores e fontes, simplesmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorei essa idéia, estou me divertindo muito, e está deixando meu dia mais legal.&lt;br /&gt;Além de aguçar minha criatividade. Adorei, indico a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tema que mais me apaixonei por enquanto foi esse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/Sqq4wrYvmwI/AAAAAAAAAYE/AuCH36ct2-4/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_04+Sep.+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/Sqq4wrYvmwI/AAAAAAAAAYE/AuCH36ct2-4/s320/ScreenHunter_04+Sep.+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380315851267218178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e esse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/Sqp-FnvkYAI/AAAAAAAAAXU/W8FwWGcx-ZE/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Sep.+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/Sqp-FnvkYAI/AAAAAAAAAXU/W8FwWGcx-ZE/s400/ScreenHunter_01+Sep.+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380251339880423426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais ainda tem outros que me surpreendem, como esse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SqqUQKdA87I/AAAAAAAAAX0/NF0GdqAdsU4/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_03+Sep.+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SqqUQKdA87I/AAAAAAAAAX0/NF0GdqAdsU4/s320/ScreenHunter_03+Sep.+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380275710252348338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SqqUXPAYLTI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Nx-FtBjo3UA/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_02+Sep.+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SqqUXPAYLTI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Nx-FtBjo3UA/s320/ScreenHunter_02+Sep.+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380275831733497138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-2529187620000000427?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2529187620000000427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=2529187620000000427' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/2529187620000000427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/2529187620000000427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/09/temas-aleatorios-do-gmail.html' title='Temas Aleatórios do Gmail'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/Sqq4wrYvmwI/AAAAAAAAAYE/AuCH36ct2-4/s72-c/ScreenHunter_04+Sep.+11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-5680059157872991662</id><published>2009-08-20T12:02:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:40:01.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tô na Web</title><content type='html'>Vi a dica no blog do Michel Lent, um buscador que traz os resultados em forma de balões e já vem com as imagens também, muito bacana!&lt;br /&gt;Busquei eu mesma, e veja só, quanta coisa aparece... já estou indexada na web :P&lt;br /&gt;Interessante a idéia de mudar o jeito Google de mostrar resultados. Toda iniciativa avessa ao monopólio é válida, e ainda mais, quando supõe maior integração com a lógica humana, neste caso, visualmente falando.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vai o link:&lt;a href="http://www.spezify.com/"&gt; www.spezify.com&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/So1oBGdgT_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/qPVLUubEXDc/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Aug.+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/So1oBGdgT_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/qPVLUubEXDc/s400/ScreenHunter_01+Aug.+20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372064298646392818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-5680059157872991662?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5680059157872991662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=5680059157872991662' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5680059157872991662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5680059157872991662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-na-web.html' title='Tô na Web'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/So1oBGdgT_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/qPVLUubEXDc/s72-c/ScreenHunter_01+Aug.+20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-7285713740376348527</id><published>2009-08-07T10:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:31:21.811-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa sexta-feira!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/oly_0mpKyyc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/oly_0mpKyyc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Que delícia, hoje é sexta..&lt;br /&gt;Tem que comemorar !!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groove is in the heart ....Groove is in the heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-7285713740376348527?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7285713740376348527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=7285713740376348527' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/7285713740376348527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/7285713740376348527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/08/boa-sexta-feira.html' title='Boa sexta-feira!!!'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-1045540682477685401</id><published>2009-06-26T19:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:41:27.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o chico e o amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SkVOXMPd7ZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/owqpKEmke7I/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Jun.+26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SkVOXMPd7ZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/owqpKEmke7I/s320/ScreenHunter_01+Jun.+26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351769892529761682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando você me deixou, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Me disse pra ser feliz e passar bem&lt;br /&gt;Quis morrer de ciúme, quase enlouqueci&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois, como era de costume, obedeci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você me quiser rever&lt;br /&gt;Já vai me encontrar refeita, pode crer&lt;br /&gt;Olhos nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver o que você faz&lt;br /&gt;Ao sentir que sem você eu passo bem demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que venho até remoçando&lt;br /&gt;Me pego cantando, sem mais, nem por quê&lt;br /&gt;Tantas águas rolaram&lt;br /&gt;Quantos homens me amaram&lt;br /&gt;Bem mais e melhor que você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando talvez precisar de mim&lt;br /&gt;Cê sabe que a casa é sempre sua, venha sim&lt;br /&gt;Olhos nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver o que você diz&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver como suporta me ver tão feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tNe3HqZiyyw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tNe3HqZiyyw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-1045540682477685401?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/1045540682477685401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=1045540682477685401' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/1045540682477685401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/1045540682477685401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-chico-e-o-amor.html' title='o chico e o amor'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SkVOXMPd7ZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/owqpKEmke7I/s72-c/ScreenHunter_01+Jun.+26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-8337752402186343557</id><published>2009-06-24T15:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:38:35.787-03:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>que droga&lt;br /&gt;não consigo me concentrar hoje, com uma pilha de trabalho pra fazer fico pensando na morte da bezerra&lt;br /&gt;amanhã.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SkJyiuXpacI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Yki_9JnIT-0/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Jun.+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SkJyiuXpacI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Yki_9JnIT-0/s200/ScreenHunter_01+Jun.+24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350965248157903298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-8337752402186343557?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8337752402186343557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=8337752402186343557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/8337752402186343557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/8337752402186343557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SkJyiuXpacI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Yki_9JnIT-0/s72-c/ScreenHunter_01+Jun.+24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-3247598521632368665</id><published>2009-06-18T00:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:17:35.605-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>A pegadinha</title><content type='html'>Então, hoje eu caí na pegadinha da idade madura.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aquela que faz você pensar que a vida é muito séria, e que você é uma pessoa muito séria, e portanto, muito importante? Pois então, essa mesma.&lt;br /&gt;Logo eu, logo eu! Por quê?&lt;br /&gt;Bem, essas coisas acontecem com todo mundo, sempre e quando, a correria do dia a dia faz com q a gente esqueça de verdade a que viemos!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que me deu, senti que o mundo era muito importante, e que eu, EU, era uma pessoa muito importante, e ocupada, e cheia de responsabilidades e que, se alguém duvidasse disso, eu era capaz de ..de...de.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entrar numa livraria e ficar quase 40 min andando entre os livros, olhando tudo, lendo as contra-capas, me perguntando por que diabos aquelaaa revistaria na verdade, se achava uma livraria, sendo que só vende literatura enlatada, auto-ajuda e cocô transcendental, mas é a revistaria que fica no meio do meu caminho para casa, e assim, por isso, eu sempre que estou meio longe de mim, entro nela pra ficar olhando as coisas, sempre tem alguém ou algo que me traz de volta, então eu fico ali vagando até que num passe de mágica, alguma pratileira fala comigo, fazendo psit, hey você aí e eu vou lá pra ver, e de repente - uff eu estou aqui. Cheguei de um lugar do além, onde as coisas são amadas e as pessoas coisificadas. Lá não tem pôr-do-sol, brisa, aromas suaves, grama, peixe, luz nem calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando olhei, quem tava me chamando era a Emily, e ela me disse :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is an arid Pleasure -&lt;br /&gt;As different from Joy -&lt;br /&gt;As Frost is different from Dew -&lt;br /&gt;Like element - are they -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet one - rejoices Flowers -&lt;br /&gt;And one - the Flowers abhor -&lt;br /&gt;The finest Honey - curdled -&lt;br /&gt;Is worthless - to the Bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red - Blaze - is the Morning -&lt;br /&gt;The Violet - is Noon -&lt;br /&gt;The Yellow - Day - is falling&lt;br /&gt;And the after that - is none -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Miles od Sparks -  at Evening&lt;br /&gt;Reveal the Width that burned -&lt;br /&gt;The Territory Argent - that -&lt;br /&gt;Never yet - consumed -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi isso.&lt;br /&gt;Responsável sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Importante, nunca :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SjpMRthFQrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/bxzF2nZrO7c/s1600-h/Monet-TheStroll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SjpMRthFQrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/bxzF2nZrO7c/s200/Monet-TheStroll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348671374615724722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;é assim que eu imagino a Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Poemas Escolhidos, Emily Dickinson, L&amp;amp;PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-3247598521632368665?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3247598521632368665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=3247598521632368665' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3247598521632368665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3247598521632368665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/06/pegadinha.html' title='A pegadinha'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SjpMRthFQrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/bxzF2nZrO7c/s72-c/Monet-TheStroll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-8383725856394340910</id><published>2009-06-14T21:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:04:45.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Dia dos Namorados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SjWbkAKACtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/PIeXorw6_nA/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SjWbkAKACtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/PIeXorw6_nA/s320/DSC00071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347351175391873746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tá atrasado, mas ainda vale a pena dizer Feliz Dia dos Namorados para todos ! Que o amor possa fazer parta da nossa vida hoje e sempre, e que nunca falte !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e para melhorar o clima love, só faltaria dizer q minha vida não poderia ser melhor ao seu lado s2 abençoada seja nossa escolha :) te amo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-8383725856394340910?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8383725856394340910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=8383725856394340910' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/8383725856394340910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/8383725856394340910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/06/feliz-dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Feliz Dia dos Namorados'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SjWbkAKACtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/PIeXorw6_nA/s72-c/DSC00071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-8153615746824928847</id><published>2009-05-25T22:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:21:13.928-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Breve análise do comercial da Warner</title><content type='html'>Gente, os intervalos comerciais da Warner me intrigam. Eles são tão repetitivos que eu fico com tanta raiva, que resolvi fazer uma breve análise.&lt;br /&gt;Me parece que é uma tentativa de incurtir no subconsciente uma mensagem (mercadológica, claro)  de modo que, as séries sejam o que tiver de mais importante na nossa vida. E é claro que isso é trabalho de um bom marketeiro, portanto parabéns. Mas vamos à analise.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tem a chamada do próximo capítulo do seriado que você está vendo, acompanhado de um patrocínio e da propaganda  da Hellman's, que passa toda hora.&lt;br /&gt;Depois os comerciais das séries que estão trocando de temporada:&lt;br /&gt;Two and a half man: solteiros em busca de sexo&lt;br /&gt;The big bang theory: nerds em busca de sexo&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl: adolescentes em busca de sexo&lt;br /&gt;ER: médicos em busca de sexo&lt;br /&gt;Californication: solteirão em busca de sexo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, entendi a parte 1, que quer dizer que eu preciso ser gostosa para obter sexo. Ah, e também preciso usar Colgate Whitening para ter um sorriso brilhante e usar a nova oral B que fala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora a parte 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mentalist: para obter sexo você tem q ser esquisito&lt;br /&gt;Cold Case: tudo bem você não ter vida pessoal se você fizer o bem no trabalho&lt;br /&gt;The new adventures of old Christine: se você for divorciada e tiver um filho poderá ser uma freaking mind que tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Smallville: para ser feliz na terra e ter alguma utilidade você precisa ser ET&lt;br /&gt;Supernatural: para ser interessante você precisa ser ET&lt;br /&gt;E depois de entender todo o funcionamento da vida na terra, você vai precisar do Warner Movie para relaxar, e gozar, eventualmente, se aprendeu direitinho a parte 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois disso, você vai querer deixar suas axilas brilhantes com o novo Dove, que mantém a ditadura do sovaco photoshopado e também poderá precisar ver os episódios das novas temporadas daquelas séries que você nem lembrava mais que existiam, já que a última temporada terminou há 1 ano !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda por cima vai saber que tem novos eposódios de Fringe e The Eleventh Hour, que você ainda nem sabia que existiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa que não se pode negar é que o comercial da Sony também é de chorar, mas essa é outra história.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-8153615746824928847?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8153615746824928847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=8153615746824928847' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/8153615746824928847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/8153615746824928847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/05/breve-analise-do-comercial-da-warner.html' title='Breve análise do comercial da Warner'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-7987660175424414298</id><published>2009-04-23T21:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:51:22.116-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jantar'/><title type='text'>Jantar a 3</title><content type='html'>To inspirada hoje com o espírito &lt;a href="http://pos-utopia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lia Lee way of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e vou postar aqui a foto do meu jantar de hoje :)&lt;br /&gt;Em um momento de inspiração fiz um jantar a luz de velas, com vinho tinto e uma bela salada com folhas orgânicas, tomatinho cereja e temperinho natural. Adoro :)&lt;br /&gt;A companhia?? Bem, essa ficou com a vitrola, caetano e chico sussurrando só pra mim, no ouvidinho. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Todo dia, todo dia... todo dia ela faz tudo sempre igual&lt;/span&gt;... nem sempre :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SfELOTSsemI/AAAAAAAAASs/tEkOW57PQHE/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SfELOTSsemI/AAAAAAAAASs/tEkOW57PQHE/s320/DSC00036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328052174480767586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-7987660175424414298?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7987660175424414298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=7987660175424414298' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/7987660175424414298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/7987660175424414298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/04/jantar-3.html' title='Jantar a 3'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SfELOTSsemI/AAAAAAAAASs/tEkOW57PQHE/s72-c/DSC00036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-3612130137767627624</id><published>2009-04-22T23:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:17:29.240-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>What goes around, comes around !!</title><content type='html'>Há tempos venho pensando nesse post, enquanto vou e volto do trabalho ouvindo MP3.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito das músicas de amor, mas tenho um amor especial por aquelas de amor acabado, partido, e principalmente pelos cornudos, e nesse quesito &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N7p4mioawIA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Justin Timberlake&lt;/a&gt; é o campeão.&lt;br /&gt;O cara sabe escrever música de corno!! Isso é um dom, talvez Bruno&amp;amp;Marrone tomassem umas aulas, seria bem legal. Mas basta entrar aquele chorinho dele com as batidas, eu já penso nesse post.&lt;br /&gt;Os versos são geniais, assim, porque tocam no âmago da dor de um corno, não que eu conheça isso bem, mas se conhecesse acho que sentiria o mesmo. E as batidas dão vontade de chorar, ou de pegar ele no colo (eu pegava!!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey Girl,&lt;br /&gt;Is he everything you wanted in a man?&lt;br /&gt;You know I gave you the world&lt;br /&gt;You had me in the palm of your hand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You spend your nights alone&lt;br /&gt;And he never comes home&lt;br /&gt;And everytime you call him,&lt;br /&gt;All you get a busy tone&lt;br /&gt;I heard you found out&lt;br /&gt;That he's doing to you&lt;br /&gt;What you did to me&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cheated, girl&lt;br /&gt;My heart bleeded, girl&lt;br /&gt;So keep going without saying&lt;br /&gt;That ya left me feeling hurt&lt;br /&gt;Just a classic case a scenario&lt;br /&gt;Tell is over&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you got what you deserved&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou seja, se fudeuuu !!! kkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há também The Cult, com &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H3Vu-EeYq_w"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Painted on my Heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, que é demais!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've still got your face painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Drawn upon my soul&lt;br /&gt;Etched upon my memory, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I've got your kiss still burning on my lips&lt;br /&gt;Your touch on my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;This love so deep inside of me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai, sei que é bem piegas, mas mandem aí suas sugestões de pop meloso pra fazer a gente ser feliz de não ser (tão) corno :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B5FORmcZBX4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B5FORmcZBX4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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around !!'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-554824454941661058</id><published>2009-04-17T11:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:37:23.154-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Muito bacana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SeiT8VXcZjI/AAAAAAAAASc/m42qF4DGUtQ/s1600-h/DSC00014-793379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325669224102520370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SeiT8VXcZjI/AAAAAAAAASc/m42qF4DGUtQ/s320/DSC00014-793379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Grupeiros felizes na festa de aniversário do Fran's Café da irmã do Spider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-554824454941661058?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/554824454941661058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=554824454941661058' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/554824454941661058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/554824454941661058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/04/fwd-muito-bacana.html' title='Muito bacana!'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SeiT8VXcZjI/AAAAAAAAASc/m42qF4DGUtQ/s72-c/DSC00014-793379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-4438218489248291094</id><published>2009-04-13T12:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:55:53.641-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SeNaPlJ6ANI/AAAAAAAAAR8/6joN775Poj8/s1600-h/dia_cinza_40x30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SeNaPlJ6ANI/AAAAAAAAAR8/6joN775Poj8/s320/dia_cinza_40x30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324198408200257746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(84, 85, 89);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;em dias que eu digo não, inverno no meu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu mundo está em tuas mãos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Frio e garoa na escuridão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu queria ter uma bomba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um flit paralisante qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pra poder me livrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do prático efeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Das tuas frases feitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Das tuas noites perfeitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu não consigo mais me concentrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;eu vou tentar alguma coisa para melhorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;é importante e todos me dizem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;mas nada acontece como eu queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;estou perdido, sei que estou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;cego para assuntos banais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;problemas do cotidiano eu já não sei como resolver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;sob um leve despero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;que me leva, que me leva daqui !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vai passar nessa avenida um samba popular&lt;br /&gt;Cada paralelepípedo da velha cidade essa noite vai se arrepiar&lt;br /&gt;Ao lembrar que aqui passaram sambas imortais&lt;br /&gt;Que aqui sangraram pelos nossos pés&lt;br /&gt;Que aqui sambaram nossos ancestrais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cala a boca - olha o fogo!&lt;br /&gt;Cala a boca - olha a relva!&lt;br /&gt;Cala a boca, Bárbara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-4438218489248291094?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/4438218489248291094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=4438218489248291094' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/4438218489248291094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/4438218489248291094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/04/t-em-dias-que-eu-digo-nao-inverno-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SeNaPlJ6ANI/AAAAAAAAAR8/6joN775Poj8/s72-c/dia_cinza_40x30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-1409737481291547307</id><published>2009-03-06T10:49:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:55:55.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem-Vindo 24º</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SbEq1ZLRHJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/80UkBXzf8Mc/s1600-h/Flores+007C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SbEq1ZLRHJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/80UkBXzf8Mc/s320/Flores+007C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310072532426103954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que meu 24º ano de vida traga alegrias e emoções novas. Momentos que me façam crescer e ser uma pessoa melhor. Que eu possa estar mais próxima de Deus e que a minha vida seja um instrumento para obra d'Ele! Viva o aniversário ! ! ! ! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-1409737481291547307?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/1409737481291547307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=1409737481291547307' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/1409737481291547307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/1409737481291547307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/03/bem-vindo-24.html' title='Bem-Vindo 24º'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SbEq1ZLRHJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/80UkBXzf8Mc/s72-c/Flores+007C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-5796473448684517333</id><published>2009-02-26T15:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:16:47.069-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E começa o ano novo</title><content type='html'>Depois do carnaval&lt;br /&gt;sacode a poeira&lt;br /&gt;levanta a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;estica os joelhos&lt;br /&gt;abre os olhos&lt;br /&gt;põe a mente pra funcionar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esquece o natal&lt;br /&gt;que lá vem o coelho&lt;br /&gt;digere bem o bacalhau&lt;br /&gt;que lá vem o presente da mamãe&lt;br /&gt;recebe bem os beijos e abraços&lt;br /&gt;até a hora de tomar seu quentão&lt;br /&gt;e picotar bandeirinhas da revolução.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ufa, que milagre , o inverno e o tempo das férias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prende seu cachorro pra não ficar louco&lt;br /&gt;Reza um terço antibruxas&lt;br /&gt;e joga um sal grosso na porta da sua casa&lt;br /&gt;porque lá vem pedrão com aquela espada&lt;br /&gt;que nunca sabemos onde vai parar.&lt;br /&gt;pedimos pra ser numa terça ou quinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no dia das crianças, lembra tua infância querida&lt;br /&gt;de bolsos vazios e ipod na mão.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe a Nossa Senhora não consegue ajudar?&lt;br /&gt;Vambora que vambora que tá na reta final&lt;br /&gt;Passa finados, que já morreram mesmo&lt;br /&gt;15 de novembro, pra que serve mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;E dale bruxas, outra vez, pra inglês ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou dezembro! Hora de verão&lt;br /&gt;natal e ano novo, que mês feliz&lt;br /&gt;e veste sua roupa branca&lt;br /&gt;que tudo vai começar outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Depois do carnaval.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-5796473448684517333?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5796473448684517333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=5796473448684517333' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5796473448684517333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5796473448684517333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-comeca-o-ano-novo.html' title='E começa o ano novo'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-3574527353546119375</id><published>2009-01-29T09:09:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:13:50.944-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudança'/><title type='text'>Desejo de mudar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SYGPXMB4HfI/AAAAAAAAAME/qTNbfvmBdX0/s1600-h/731072-8450-ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SYGPXMB4HfI/AAAAAAAAAME/qTNbfvmBdX0/s320/731072-8450-ga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296672265293274610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"O que é que houve meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;Você cortou os seus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Foi a tesoura do desejo&lt;br /&gt;Desejo mesmo de mudar"&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/5846447-3574527353546119375?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3574527353546119375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=3574527353546119375' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3574527353546119375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3574527353546119375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/01/desejo-de-mudar.html' title='Desejo de mudar'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SYGPXMB4HfI/AAAAAAAAAME/qTNbfvmBdX0/s72-c/731072-8450-ga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-2155026111814008073</id><published>2009-01-23T11:27:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:36:12.146-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mafalda'/><title type='text'>Bom dia Sexta-feira !</title><content type='html'>Aproveitando o pique delicioso da sexta-feira... uma tirinha da Mafalda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SXnHb3RvESI/AAAAAAAAALM/mLCejhXqKCI/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Jan.+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SXnHb3RvESI/AAAAAAAAALM/mLCejhXqKCI/s400/ScreenHunter_01+Jan.+23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294482118459461922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tirei do: http://clubedamafalda.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-2155026111814008073?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2155026111814008073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=2155026111814008073' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/2155026111814008073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/2155026111814008073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/01/bom-dia-sexta-feira.html' title='Bom dia Sexta-feira !'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SXnHb3RvESI/AAAAAAAAALM/mLCejhXqKCI/s72-c/ScreenHunter_01+Jan.+23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-6035593148192035140</id><published>2009-01-08T11:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:48:16.862-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mate a Maísa Mirim com Dr Pepper</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0" width="600" height="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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Crescimento pra todos, saúde, energia, fé e alegrias sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou lendo o livro On the Road do Jack Kerouac, e ontem li uma passagem que gostei muito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"... porque para mim, pessoas mesmo são os loucos, os que estão loucos para viver, loucos para falar, loucos para serem salvos, que querem tudo ao mesmo tempo agora, aqueles que nunca bocejam e jamais falam chavões, mas queimam, queimam, queimam como fabulosos fogos de artifício explodindo como constelações em cujo centro fervilhante - pop! - pode-se ver um brilho azul e intenso até que todos "aaaaaaah!". "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é genial? E foi assim que eu entendi por que gosto de pessoas! Assim eu quero ser, assim quero viver 2009. Cheia de luz azul em um centro fervilhante de produções e idéias que deixem minha vida melhor e mais bonita ! A vida é cheia de coisas boas, e depende de nós fazer com que as oscilações nos tornem pessoas melhores. Ano novo, postura nova :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namastê !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-2516896918991435504?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2516896918991435504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=2516896918991435504' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/2516896918991435504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/2516896918991435504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2009/01/feliz-2009.html' title='Feliz 2009 !'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-1688221038026617926</id><published>2008-12-22T11:01:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:19:08.450-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='datas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SU-QW38ycAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/AHX_DMVR2tA/s1600-h/200551220_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SU-QW38ycAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/AHX_DMVR2tA/s400/200551220_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282599610579316738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Um Feliz Natal para todos ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Que todos possam se sentir renovados e cheios de energia para 2009 !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-1688221038026617926?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/1688221038026617926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=1688221038026617926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/1688221038026617926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/1688221038026617926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/12/um-feliz-natal-para-todos-que-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SU-QW38ycAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/AHX_DMVR2tA/s72-c/200551220_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-4837672958603313293</id><published>2008-12-19T14:30:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:33:33.389-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teste'/><title type='text'>Teste de caráter</title><content type='html'>Vi no Twitter a dica de um teste do Via Survey para ver o comportamento, ou o caráter de alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Façam o teste &lt;a href="http://www.viasurvey.org/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu resultado foi esse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Top Character Strength&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Open-mindedness [judgment, critical thinking]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking things through and examining them from all sides;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;jumping to conclusions; being able to change one's mind in light of evidence; weighing all evidence fairly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Judgment, critical thinking, and open-mindedness - Thinking things through and examining them from all sides are important aspects of who you are. You do not jump to conclusions, and you rely only on solid evidence to make your decisions. You are able to change your mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Second Character Strength&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love of Learning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mastering new skills, topics, and bodies of knowledge, whether on one's own or formally; obviously related to the strength of curiosity but goes beyond it to describe the tendency to add&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;systematically&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to what one knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love of learning - You love learning new things, whether in a class or on your own. You have always loved school, reading, and museums-anywhere and everywhere there is an opportunity to learn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Third Character Strength&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Integrity [authenticity, honesty]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking the truth but more broadly presenting oneself in a genuine way; being without pretense; taking responsibility for one's feelings and actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honesty, authenticity, and genuineness - You are an honest person, not only by speaking the truth but by living your life in a genuine and authentic way. You are down to earth and without pretense; you are a "real" person.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Fourth Character Strength&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Citizenship [social responsibility, loyalty, teamwork]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working well as member of a group or team; being loyal to the group; doing one's share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Citizenship, teamwork, and loyalty - You excel as a member of a group. You are a loyal and dedicated teammate, you always do your share, and you work hard for the success of your group.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Fifth Character Strength&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appreciation of beauty and excellence [awe, wonder, elevation]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing and appreciating beauty, excellence, and/or skilled performance in all domains of life, from nature to art to mathematics to science to everyday experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Appreciation of beauty and excellence - You notice and appreciate beauty, excellence, and/or skilled performance in all domains of life, from nature to art to mathematics to science to everyday experience.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="cxAllResults" style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character Strength #6&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gratitude&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being aware of and thankful for the good things that happen; taking time to express thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gratitude - You are aware of the good things that happen to you, and you never take them for granted. Your friends and family members know that you are a grateful person because you always take the time to express your thanks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character Strength #7&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spirituality [religiousness, faith, purpose]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having coherent beliefs about the higher purpose and meaning of the universe; knowing where one fits within the larger scheme; having beliefs about the meaning of life that shape conduct and provide comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Spirituality, sense of purpose, and faith - You have strong and coherent beliefs about the higher purpose and meaning of the universe. You know where you fit in the larger scheme. Your beliefs shape your actions and are a source of comfort to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character Strength #8&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Curiosity [interest, novelty-seeking, openness to experience]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking an interest in all of ongoing experience for its own sake; finding subjects and topics fascinating; exploring and discovering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Curiosity and interest in the world - You are curious about everything. You are always asking questions, and you find all subjects and topics fascinating. You like exploration and discovery.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character Strength #9&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perspective [wisdom]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to provide wise counsel to others; having ways of looking at the world that make sense to oneself and to other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perspective (wisdom) - Although you may not think of yourself as wise, your friends hold this view of you. They value your perspective on matters and turn to you for advice. You have a way of looking at the world that makes sense to others and to yourself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character Strength #10&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vitality [zest, enthusiasm, vigor, energy]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approaching life with excitement and energy;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;doing things halfway or halfheartedly; living life as an adventure; feeling alive and activated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zest, enthusiasm, and energy - Regardless of what you do, you approach it with excitement and energy. You never do anything halfway or halfheartedly. For you, life is an adventure.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character Strength #11&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valuing close relations with others, in particular those in which sharing and caring are reciprocated; being close to people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Capacity to love and be loved - You value close relations with others, in particular those in which sharing and caring are reciprocated. The people to whom you feel most close are the same people who feel most close to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character Strength #12&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kindness [generosity, nurturance, care, compassion, altruistic love, "niceness"]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing favors and good deedsFOR others; helping them; taking care of them Kindness and generosity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are kind and generous to others, and you are never too busy to do a favor. You enjoy doing good deeds FOR others, even if you do not know them well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character Strength #13&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Social Intelligence [emotional intelligence, personal intelligence]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being aware of the motives and feelings of other people and oneself; knowing what to do to fit in to different social situations; knowing what makes other people tick Social intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are aware of the motives and feelings of other people. You know what to do to fit in to different social situations, and you know what to do to put others at ease.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character Strength #14&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fairness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treating all people the same according to notions of fairness and justice;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;letting personal feelings bias decisions about others; giving everyone a fair chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fairness, equity, and justice - Treating all people fairly is one of your abiding principles. You do not let your personal feelings bias your decisions about other people. You give everyone a chance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character Strength #15&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Humility/Modesty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting one's accomplishments speak for themselves;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;seeking the spotlight;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;regarding one's self as more special than one is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Modesty and humility - You do not seek the spotlight, preferring to let your accomplishments speak for themselves. You do not regard yourself as special, and others recognize and value your modesty.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character Strength #16&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prudence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being careful about one's choices;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;taking undue risks;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;saying or doing things that might later be regretted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caution, prudence, and discretion - You are a careful person, and your choices are consistently prudent ones. You do not say or do things that you might later regret.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character Strength #17&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Humor [playfulness]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liking to laugh and tease; bringing smiles to other people; seeing the light side; making (not necessarily telling) jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Humor and playfulness - You like to laugh and tease. Bringing smiles to other people is important to you. You try to see the light side of all situations.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character Strength #18&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bravery [valor]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;shrinking from threat, challenge, difficulty, or pain; speaking up for what is right even if there is opposition; acting on convictions even if unpopular; includes physical bravery but is not limited to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bravery and valor - You are a courageous person who does not shrink from threat, challenge, difficulty, or pain. You speak up for what is right even if there is opposition. You act on your convictions.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character Strength #19&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Persistence [perseverance, industriousness]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finishing what one starts; persisting in a course of action in spite of obstacles; "getting it out out the door"; taking pleasure in completing tasks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Industry, diligence, and perseverance - You work hard to finish what you start. No matter the project, you "get it out the door" in timely fashion. You do not get distracted when you work, and you take satisfaction in completing tasks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character Strength #20&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leadership&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encouraging a group of which one is a member to get things done and at the same time maintain good relations within the group; organizing group activities and seeing that they happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leadership - You excel at the tasks of leadership: encouraging a group to get things done and preserving harmony within the group by making everyone feel included. You do a good job organizing activities and seeing that they happen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character Strength #21&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Creativity [originality, ingenuity]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of novel and productive ways to do things; includes artistic achievement but is not limited to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Creativity, ingenuity, and originality - Thinking of new ways to do things is a crucial part of who you are. You are never content with doing something the conventional way if a better way is possible.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character Strength #22&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forgiveness and mercy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving those who have done wrong; giving people a second chance;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;being vengeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forgiveness and mercy - You forgive those who have done you wrong. You always give people a second chance. Your guiding principle is mercy and not revenge.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character Strength #23&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hope [optimism, future-mindedness, future orientation]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting the best in the future and working to achieve it; believing that a good future is something that can be brought about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hope, optimism, and future-mindedness - You expect the best in the future, and you work to achieve it. You believe that the future is something that you can control.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 68); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character Strength #24&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="strength" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="point12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Self-regulation [self-control]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regulating what one feels and does; being disciplined; controlling one's appetites and emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Self-control and self-regulation - You self-consciously regulate what you feel and what you do. You are a disciplined person. You are in control of your appetites and your emotions, not vice versa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-4837672958603313293?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/4837672958603313293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=4837672958603313293' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/4837672958603313293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/4837672958603313293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/12/teste-de-carter.html' title='Teste de caráter'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-8183320721784925637</id><published>2008-12-18T15:22:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:30:13.956-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>A flor que faltava</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SUqI7TaXVlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9ltMQjYwqiA/s1600-h/imagem02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SUqI7TaXVlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9ltMQjYwqiA/s200/imagem02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281184065449842258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O meu jardim tem flores de todas as cores e formas&lt;br /&gt;tantas delas regadas e cuidadas com amor e carinho.&lt;br /&gt;São amadas e queridas. Mas uma delas é especial.&lt;br /&gt;Somente uma tem algo de especial.&lt;br /&gt;É aquela que não está ali.&lt;br /&gt;A que falta, a que deixa de ser,&lt;br /&gt;a que com sua ausência marca sua presença: a orquídea.&lt;br /&gt;No espaço dela há um vazio. Ela não está lá.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe-se lá onde está, onde quer estar e por quê.&lt;br /&gt;Ela não se prende a mais ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ela soubesse quantas abelhinhas por aqui a aguardam&lt;br /&gt;Se soubesse que seria a rainha do jardim&lt;br /&gt;A orquídea... sim, a orquídea.&lt;br /&gt;Vou chorar sua ausência por mais uma noite apenas.&lt;br /&gt;E vou amar as rosas, os jasmins e os lírios&lt;br /&gt;que me trazem perfumes e cores todos os dias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-8183320721784925637?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8183320721784925637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=8183320721784925637' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/8183320721784925637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/8183320721784925637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/12/flor-que-faltava.html' title='A flor que faltava'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SUqI7TaXVlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9ltMQjYwqiA/s72-c/imagem02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-591202426080234324</id><published>2008-12-10T17:17:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:52:51.702-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Boa Sorte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Essa música não me sai da cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;são tantos boa sorte que tenho que ouvir e dizer ultimamente...&lt;br /&gt;que mais do que convém, além de ser incrivelmente linda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q7mVB-Ls5KQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q7mVB-Ls5KQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-591202426080234324?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/591202426080234324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=591202426080234324' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/591202426080234324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/591202426080234324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/12/boa-sorte.html' title='Boa Sorte'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-3037863910822326832</id><published>2008-12-03T17:21:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:24:43.672-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatos Memoráveis - continuando</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Junho:&lt;/strong&gt; fim do estágio. Nunca imaginei ser tão feliz na escola, não porque acabou, mas por saber que a faculdade me coloca em contato com algo que amo muito: pessoas. Foi bom descobrir para que serve a licenciatura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julho:&lt;/strong&gt; Férias :) tempo de se dedicar 100% ao trabalho, e um pouco ao ócio. Viajar com a família é sempre bom, curtir os finais de semana por aí, ao léu. Momento de relaxar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agosto:&lt;/strong&gt; Acabou! Hora de tencionar os ombros novamente. Um frio na barriga me invade: tenho que voltar para o estágio, me dedicar à nova profissão, frequentar as aulas, ler os textos, cuidar e prezar minha vida. Achei que ia surtar de vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Setembro:&lt;/strong&gt; Não sei o que aconteceu neste mês. Achei que ia surtar de vez II. Lembro de uma coisa muito boa - o aniversário da Má.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outubro:&lt;/strong&gt; nulo. Só Deus sabe o que aconteceu neste mês além de ir de casa pro trabalho, do trabalho pra facul, da facul pra casa, de casa pro trabalho...etc. Mas sobrevivi bravamente. Quase surtei de vez de verdade. Foi em outubro que consegui dar entrada nos meus papéis para a Auto Escola. Finalmente !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Novembro:&lt;/strong&gt; Finalmente surtei de vez de verdade. Aconteceu tudo ao mesmo tempo, agora. Decisões, descobertas, conclusões tardias me surpreenderam. Ciclos se fecharam, ciclos começaram. De agora em diante é começar de novo; de novo. Fé em Deus em pé na tábua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dezembro&lt;/span&gt;: Eba! Alegria. O saudosismo me invade, não vejo a hora de acabar o ano, e começar tudo outra vez :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-3037863910822326832?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3037863910822326832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=3037863910822326832' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3037863910822326832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3037863910822326832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/12/fatos-memorveis-continuando.html' title='Fatos Memoráveis - continuando'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-3548220495799725864</id><published>2008-12-01T16:23:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:35:04.359-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O fim da faculdade se aproxima...</title><content type='html'>A Faculdade vai acabar, e anseio desesperadamente esse momento. &lt;div&gt;Não vou mais ter que ler coisas que não me interessam,  e nem participar de debates que considero inúteis. Não vou mais escrever coisas que não acredito para poder passar. Não vou mais ignorar que a prática é diferente da teoria. Não vou mais ouvir bla bla de pesquisador que nunca colocou o pé na escola. Não vou mais ouvir gente chata puxar o saco do professor, e nem gente chata interropendo a aula para dar recado sobre a nova velha eleição do CA. Não vou mais pegar as filas gigantes do xerox, que resolveram diminuir só no meu último ano. E também não vou ver o que vai virar a reforma curricular. Não vou mais suportar professores entediosos porque quero o diploma. Não vou mais virar a noite escrevendo trabalhos. Não vou mais perder o final de semana estudando. Não vou mais poder dizer que não posso sair porque tenho que estudar. Não vou mais conhecer uma obra literária diferente todo dia e nem analisar 4 romances por semestre. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não vou mais frequentar a USP&lt;/span&gt;. Não vou mais ver os meus amigos todo dia. Não vou mais ver as àrvores verdinhas e sentir cheiro de mato quando cortam a grama. Também não vou mais sentir o cheiro dos livros na biblioteca. Não vou mais ter minha dose diária de alegria e encontro com minha vocação. Não vou mais me emocionar semanalmente com algum poema que desconhecia. Não vou mais me emocionar semanalmente por saber que educação é o que mais amo e me sinto feliz só de pensar nisso. Não vou mais conhecer pessoas novas o tempo todo. Não vou mais ter debates enriquecedores. Não vou mais ouvir as piadas do Cristian toda terça. Não vou mais ver os meus alunos no minicurso. Não vou mais tomar cerveja na segunda a noite. Não vou mais na quinta e breja com os amigos. Não vou mais ouvir os papos filosóficos de bêbado. Não vou mais ver as bandinhas toscas. Não vou mais no Eagile, e nem na calourada. Então não vou ter mais bichos e bichetes. E vou me sentir inútil e vazia. Então vou querer voltar pra faculdade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-3548220495799725864?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3548220495799725864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=3548220495799725864' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3548220495799725864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3548220495799725864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-fim-da-faculdade-se-aproxima.html' title='O fim da faculdade se aproxima...'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-6089004987602171795</id><published>2008-11-24T11:03:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:39:05.384-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madonna'/><title type='text'>Voices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who is the master? Who is the slave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Treat me like a curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then tell me I'm your saviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm never with the stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I used to know so well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waiting for your answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is a kind of torture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Could I grow accustomed to this kind of hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are you walking the dog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'cause that dog isn't new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are you out of control, is that dog walking you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haven't you had enough, now your time is up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baby show me your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Voices start to ring in your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tell me what do they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Distant echoes from another time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Start to creep in your brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So you claim "madness" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; like it's convenient &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; You do it so often that you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; start to believe it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;You have demons so nobody can blame you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But who is the master and who is the slave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;First you say you love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Then you wanna leave me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Then you say you're sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; You play the game so well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; I bought your illusion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; You're the greatest salesman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; How could I refuse you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; When you sold it to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ingresso na mão :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-6089004987602171795?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/6089004987602171795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=6089004987602171795' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/6089004987602171795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/6089004987602171795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/11/voices.html' title='Voices'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-948968431972934478</id><published>2008-10-31T17:32:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:42:31.928-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatos Memoráveis: começando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janeiro: &lt;/span&gt;mês altamente estranho por ser a mesma coisa de dezembro, porém, de um ano novo.&lt;br /&gt;Tive tendinite aguda, fiquei em casa de molho e depois também tive conjuntivite e fiquei em casa de molho. Choveu aos pícaros, e a sensação de férias na ilha se manteve por muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fevereiro:&lt;/span&gt; carnaval. O que tem em fevereiro além de carnaval? Ah, calourada. Com aquela sensação de mais do mesmo, só que mais do aquilo que no ano que vem não vair ter =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Março:&lt;/span&gt; meu aniversário de 23 anos. O amor é uma dor, e um bolo pode causar uma discórdia.&lt;br /&gt;Novidades na parada, novas histórias, novos causos. Muita coisa mudou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abril:&lt;/span&gt; Depois do pé e do braço dentro da jaca, abril trouxe mais novidades, e um pouco mais do mesmo também. Passou a tempestade, mas ficaram os entulhos. O que fazer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-948968431972934478?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/948968431972934478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=948968431972934478' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/948968431972934478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/948968431972934478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/10/fatos-memorveis-comeando.html' title='Fatos Memoráveis: começando'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-347354294880739455</id><published>2008-10-29T11:18:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:19:33.581-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><title type='text'>Tempo, tempo</title><content type='html'>Tempo não me deixe esquecer&lt;br /&gt;daquela tarde embaixo do abacateiro&lt;br /&gt;daquela noite ao som do noel rosa&lt;br /&gt;daqueles dias todos amarelos&lt;br /&gt;do efeito daquele poema&lt;br /&gt;e dos rosados das minhas bochechas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amigo tempo seja bacana&lt;br /&gt;me leve com você, mas não me deixe só&lt;br /&gt;não leve minha memória&lt;br /&gt;pois, sempre quero lembrar dos olhos&lt;br /&gt;do toque, da pressa, da manhã&lt;br /&gt;da noite, do frio, das árvores&lt;br /&gt;do beijo, do beijo, do beijo&lt;br /&gt;mesmo o que não aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tempo, tempo&lt;br /&gt;quando voltas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-347354294880739455?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/347354294880739455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=347354294880739455' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/347354294880739455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/347354294880739455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/10/tempo-tempo.html' title='Tempo, tempo'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-5631189627853874972</id><published>2008-09-18T09:51:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:42:48.500-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filosofia'/><title type='text'>Dias de perder, dias de ganhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SNJaUOGjUiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jT3r3Afz96c/s1600-h/19377923_d5fffa0aa4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SNJaUOGjUiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jT3r3Afz96c/s320/19377923_d5fffa0aa4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247355819269509666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Já há algum tempo percebo que na vida existem ciclos nos quais temos que manejar situações de diversos graus de dificuldade, que nos fazem ficar cansados, mas ao mesmo tempo, realizados. Quando a vida oferece o marasmo, é quando paramos para pensar "que droga, nada acontece. Preciso viajar, casar, comprar uma bicicleta, ficar entendiado e mudar de emprego, gastar a maior grana, me jogar numa paixão alucinante, me estropiar numa batida de carro, entrar numa pós, emagrecer ou engordar horrores" enfim, todas essas coisas que marcam o começo ou o fim de um ciclo. Isso significa que o ser humano não é capaz de se manter estático diante do mundo, sem que lhe ocorra algum desafio que o faça se mexer em alguma direção.&lt;br /&gt;Acontece que essas coisas podem acontecer a cada hora, ou a cada semana, ou cada ano... projetos vão e vem com a velocidade X capaz de nos fazer pensar "nossa, o ano passou muito depressa", e para mim é aí que está o grande ponto de tudo. Com que velocidade seus projetos começam e terminam? Eles de fato começam? Eles de fato terminam?&lt;br /&gt;Quando estamos envolvidos em algo que nos excita não percebemos, e não queremos, saber do resto. O tempo passa e não terminamos aquele livro, não começamos a dieta, não casamos, não entramos na pós. Ficamos dedicados aos projetos.&lt;br /&gt;Tem momentos que eu penso "mas que grande palhaçada" (com todo respeito à profissão) "isso não vai parar?", e depois eu entendo que não vai parar, que a grande palhaçada sou eu mesma! Eu que não me acostumo que tem dia de picadeiro e dia de manutenção. Dia de se pintar, dia de cara limpa. Dia de risada, dia de histeria. Projeto que vai, projeto que vem. Ciclo que começa, ciclo que se estende, ciclo que termina...girando, girando, girando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-5631189627853874972?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5631189627853874972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=5631189627853874972' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5631189627853874972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5631189627853874972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/09/dias-de-perder-dias-de-ganhar.html' title='Dias de perder, dias de ganhar'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SNJaUOGjUiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jT3r3Afz96c/s72-c/19377923_d5fffa0aa4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-3167249571424043158</id><published>2008-09-16T09:55:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:20:07.953-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filosofia'/><title type='text'>Bizarrices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SM-74EXs8bI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5wzqzfxkmcU/s1600-h/mulher%2Bflores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SM-74EXs8bI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5wzqzfxkmcU/s400/mulher%2Bflores.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246618662830141874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De manhã é o horário em que vejo mais bizarrices. Aliás quase tudo que eu vejo me parece estranho, principalmente as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tomei um caminho diferente para o trabalho, e foi muito bom. Saí do fluxo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; metrô Sé / Paraíso e fui pelo Vila Madalena. Mas foi tão agradável, tão agradável! As pessoas não tem cara de papel amassado, o ar não é pesado como se o ceu fosse cair na nossa cabeça e não tem bolsas cutucando a sua bunda te forçando a entrar no metrô, ou coisa pior. O mais agradável é que está mais vazio, e portanto, todos ficam mais relaxados. Tem mais verde, tem a estação Sumaré, tem pessoas com roupas coloridas e diferentes, tem crianças....é demais!&lt;br /&gt;Isso me faz pensar longamente sobre a real necessidade de cumprir horário das 9 às 18h, e mais ainda, a real necessidade de se ir até o escritório. Até quando a gente vai gastar dinheiro sem necessidade?&lt;br /&gt;Fico pensando na vida na metrópole, nas coisas, no mundo. Penso tanto que nem vejo que estou pisando no pé da pessoa do meu lado. O que ocorre é esvaizamento total dos sentidos... Será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Socorro, não estou sentindo nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Nem medo, nem calor, nem fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Não vai dar mais pra chorar, nem pra rir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Socorro, alguma alma, mesmo que penada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Me entregue suas penas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Já não sinto amor, nem dor, já não sinto nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Socorro, alguém me dê um coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Que esse já não bate, nem apanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por favor, uma emoção pequena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Qualquer coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Qualquer coisa que se sinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Em tantos sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Deve ter  algum que sirva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Socorro, alguma rua que me dê sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Em qualquer cruzamento, acostamento, encruzilhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Socorro, eu já não sinto nada, nada  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Composição: Arnaldo Antunes/Alice Ruiz&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/5846447-3167249571424043158?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3167249571424043158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=3167249571424043158' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3167249571424043158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3167249571424043158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/09/bizarrices.html' title='Bizarrices'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SM-74EXs8bI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5wzqzfxkmcU/s72-c/mulher%2Bflores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-1654874212045001086</id><published>2008-09-05T14:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:20:23.729-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madonna'/><title type='text'>Madonna Sticky &amp; Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SMFpWIBf4uI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bwNFUhcVS7Y/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Sep.+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242587270067774178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SMFpWIBf4uI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bwNFUhcVS7Y/s400/ScreenHunter_01+Sep.+05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-1654874212045001086?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/1654874212045001086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=1654874212045001086' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/1654874212045001086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/1654874212045001086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/09/madonna-sticky-sweet.html' title='Madonna Sticky &amp; Sweet'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SMFpWIBf4uI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bwNFUhcVS7Y/s72-c/ScreenHunter_01+Sep.+05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-858242844721240628</id><published>2008-09-01T22:57:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:58:32.346-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conrad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Diamante de Sangue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SLyoVSVoioI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Ho5keH2ZVJ8/s1600-h/diamante_sangue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Edward Zwick acerta a medida do gosto pós-moderno mais uma vez com Diamante de Sangue. Desde &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0138097/"&gt;Shakespeare Apaixonado&lt;/a&gt;, o romance açucarado que atendeu e muito a demanda da época, o diretor aprimorou sua técnica, trazendo em 2003 o aclamado longa &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0325710/"&gt;O Último Samurai&lt;/a&gt;, que foi um sucesso de bilheteria. Zwick trouxe às telonas uma fórmula repetida e incrementada, e repaginando um clássico da cultura japonesa - agradou em grande estilo. O Último Samurai apela para os valores mais clássicos e arraigados na sociedade (por isso a figura emblemática do samurai). São valores tão primitivos e inerentes aos homens que em muitas sociedades já estão até esquecidos. Grande pedida para a sociedade pós-moderna que gosta e cultiva o retorno ao passado, talvez como uma maneira de encontrar sua identidade. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Diamante de Sangue também segue essa receita, porém trabalha a pseudo-denúncia, que tem sido muito bem aceita já há alguns anos no Brasil; desde os idos de Cidade de Deus. Nada de novo, mas aos olhos da classe média, tudo muito devastador. Não que a denúncia não vale a pena, mas a forma talvez já não seja o meio mais apropriado para atingir seus objetivos.&lt;br /&gt;O filme conta a história e a luta dos povos africanos frente a  busca por poder e a exploração desmedida do diamante como moeda de riqueza. Diante dessa tragédia rola um romance pastel que não se concretiza, entre Di Caprio e &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000124/"&gt;Connelly&lt;/a&gt; (Água Negra). Enquanto isso, o pescador Solomon Vandy vivido por &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005023/"&gt;Djimon Hounsou&lt;/a&gt; tenta salvar a si e à sua família da separação e da morte.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo estaria bem, não fosse a tentativa descarada de pintar a tela de cor de rosa com paisagens exuberantes e com a dourada pílula do mito do bom selvagem ou o mito do perdão divino. Lá pelas tantas a mensagem que até então habitava a tênue e necessária entrelinha do discurso invade a cena e se transforma no discurso principal, causando no espectador aquela sensação de estar sendo levado no bico. A redenção do personagem principal aos valores humanos pré-capitalistas já era esperada e seria ótimo se não fosse uma reprodução tão mal feita de Conrad em &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Coração das Trevas&lt;/span&gt; ou se preferir, de Brando em &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apocalispe Now&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;i style=""&gt;The horror, the horror". &lt;/i&gt;Se &lt;st1:personname productid="em o Ultimo Samurai" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="em o Ultimo" st="on"&gt;em O Último&lt;/st1:personname&gt; Samurai&lt;/st1:personname&gt; esta foi a grande sacada que elevou o conceito da trama, em Diamante de Sangue foi aquela gota de perfume a mais que deixa todo mundo enjoado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ainda assim vale o play tanto pelo roteiro como pela mensagem. Em tempo: somente se você aprecia a ética, a honra e acima de tudo, o Homem. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-858242844721240628?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0450259/' title='Diamante de Sangue'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/858242844721240628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=858242844721240628' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/858242844721240628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/858242844721240628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/09/diamante-de-sangue.html' title='Diamante de Sangue'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SLyoVSVoioI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Ho5keH2ZVJ8/s72-c/diamante_sangue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-5473664292048418668</id><published>2008-08-28T09:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:20:30.359-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não está fazendo falta&lt;br /&gt;teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;teu compasso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nada do que não fizeste&lt;br /&gt;me faz falta neste espaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;(out_2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-5473664292048418668?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5473664292048418668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=5473664292048418668' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5473664292048418668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5473664292048418668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-est-fazendo-falta-teu-abrao-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-3845497476965133946</id><published>2008-08-25T16:18:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:03:25.129-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Menino Sensações</title><content type='html'>Era uma vez um menino que gostava das sensações. As coisas que lhe traziam alguma emoção, seja ela qual fosse, ele guardava para si em sua coleção particular de sensações.&lt;br /&gt;Durante muito tempo o menino sensações guardou em sua caixinha as sensações que conheceu em sua vida, e depois de muitos anos vivendo como uma pessoa normal, o menino sensações percebeu que a vida era muito curta para ser vivida de uma forma normal, e passou a apreciar cada momento de sua vida, aumentando seu repertório de sensações a cada dia.&lt;br /&gt;Com graça e leveza presenteava a todos com seu enorme repertório de sensações. Cada dia levava algo diferente - um sabor, uma frase, um cheiro, um poema, um sorriso, um olhar. Sempre levava no rosto a expressão de um menino curioso por alguma nova sensação que ainda não conhecia. Alguns o amavam e outros o odiavam, justamente por ele ser o menino sensações.&lt;br /&gt;Não é que não o pudessem ver como uma pessoa normal, mas é que cada vez que se chegava mais perto era possível perceber que ele não era uma pessoa como as outras. Era impossível não se sentir atraído! Era praticamente como não exergar o sol.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes o menino dedicava uma parte do seu tempo para levar sensações a alguém. Não se sabe o motivo, mas ele simplesmente doava o tempo em que poderia descobrir coisas novas para mostrar a alguém as coisas que ele já conhecia. Então abria sua caixinha de sensações e dela saía um mundo de coisas diferentes e inusitadas, como uma caixa de chá de sabores sortidos. Aquele que se beneficiava deste momento, ficava feito inseto diante da luz.  Depois de um encontro com o sensações a pessoa nunca mais voltava a ser a mesma. Como drogas alucinógenas, sempre queria mais. O sensações gostava disto, mas vez ou outra a pessoa não voltava a pedir sensações, porque a razão das pessoas normais não permite viver em estado sublime para sempre. Mas o que ele não sabe é que muitas vezes a razão é quem permite que ele seja o menino sensações na vida de alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas como ele são como borboletas. É raro encontrar com uma, e quando encontra, é muito rápido. Mas aquele momento é quase eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-3845497476965133946?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3845497476965133946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=3845497476965133946' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3845497476965133946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3845497476965133946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/08/menino-sensaes.html' title='Menino Sensações'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-8612866289093723663</id><published>2008-08-21T15:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:08:19.610-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>Retalhos</title><content type='html'>casos&lt;br /&gt;acasos&lt;br /&gt;descasos&lt;br /&gt;pedaços&lt;br /&gt;amassos&lt;br /&gt;amarros&lt;br /&gt;amargos&lt;br /&gt;travados&lt;br /&gt;aos cantos&lt;br /&gt;pelos lados&lt;br /&gt;pelos viéses&lt;br /&gt;do avesso&lt;br /&gt;pela metade&lt;br /&gt;na rabeira&lt;br /&gt;uma chorumela&lt;br /&gt;uma esmola&lt;br /&gt;um quase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nem um beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma frase&lt;br /&gt;um olho&lt;br /&gt;meia mão&lt;br /&gt;meio dedinho&lt;br /&gt;uma unha&lt;br /&gt;um abracinho&lt;br /&gt;um fio de cabelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nem um beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um caso&lt;br /&gt;um acaso&lt;br /&gt;um descaso&lt;br /&gt;um fracasso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-8612866289093723663?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8612866289093723663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=8612866289093723663' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/8612866289093723663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/8612866289093723663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/08/casos-acasos-descasos-pedaos-amassos.html' title='Retalhos'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-9093574190783295368</id><published>2008-07-11T11:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:49:38.138-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>Amor saudável</title><content type='html'>amor de cabeceira&lt;br /&gt;amor que já não acaba&lt;br /&gt;com destino, capricho&lt;br /&gt;modernidades e afins&lt;br /&gt;sempre é amor saudável&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;este que vem de todas as esferas&lt;br /&gt;que se habita na terra&lt;br /&gt;todas as emoções que se sente&lt;br /&gt;em todos os desejos que temos&lt;br /&gt;sempre é amor de cabeceira&lt;br /&gt;amor saudável&lt;br /&gt;que já não acaba mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-9093574190783295368?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/9093574190783295368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=9093574190783295368' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/9093574190783295368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/9093574190783295368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/07/amor-saudvel.html' title='Amor saudável'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-6016174973015922241</id><published>2008-06-17T17:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:48:38.702-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://ringtone.lyricsfreak.com/c/cult/painted+on+my+heart_20034589.html"&gt;Painted on My Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Cult)&lt;br /&gt;I thought youd be out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;And Id finally found a way to learn to live without you&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was just a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;Till I had a hundred reasons not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its just not so&lt;br /&gt;And after all this time, I still cant let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Scrawled upon my soul&lt;br /&gt;Etched upon my memory, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Still burning on my lips&lt;br /&gt;The touch of my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;This love so deep inside of me, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive tried everything that I can&lt;br /&gt;To get my heart to forget you&lt;br /&gt;But it just cant seem to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its just no use&lt;br /&gt;In every part of me&lt;br /&gt;Is still a part of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ive still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Scrawled upon my soul&lt;br /&gt;Etched upon my memory, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Still burning on my lips&lt;br /&gt;The touch of her fingertips&lt;br /&gt;This love so deep inside of me, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in your eyes keeps haunting me&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to escape you&lt;br /&gt;And I know there aint no way to&lt;br /&gt;To chase you from my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Scrawled upon my soul&lt;br /&gt;Etched upon my memory baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Still burning on my lips&lt;br /&gt;The touch of my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;This love so deep inside of me, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Ive still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-6016174973015922241?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/6016174973015922241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=6016174973015922241' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/6016174973015922241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/6016174973015922241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/06/painted-on-my-heart-cult-i-thought-youd.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-5647501983819298977</id><published>2008-06-12T10:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:20:56.302-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='namorados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='datas'/><title type='text'>Amor Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SFEgo3-2yTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/u3B_fF5kLNQ/s1600-h/9c927f57858ed735f6fba94f4fb2c08e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SFEgo3-2yTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/u3B_fF5kLNQ/s400/9c927f57858ed735f6fba94f4fb2c08e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210982130438818098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as sensações físicas, psíquicas e emocionais&lt;br /&gt;abaladas durante muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;com a alegria satisfação e  paz que se tem&lt;br /&gt;diante dos olhos verdes&lt;br /&gt;de quem se ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom Dia dos Namorados para todos.&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/5846447-5647501983819298977?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5647501983819298977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=5647501983819298977' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5647501983819298977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5647501983819298977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/06/amor-humor.html' title='Amor Humor'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SFEgo3-2yTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/u3B_fF5kLNQ/s72-c/9c927f57858ed735f6fba94f4fb2c08e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-7620370690686308055</id><published>2008-06-11T17:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:24:07.538-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberdade'/><title type='text'>Dias assim</title><content type='html'>Putz eu odeio dias assim em que parece que meu espírito não voltou do sono.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo fica suspenso e não acontece nada, ou melhor, eu não consigo me envolver com nada, tudo que eu quero fazer dá errado e o pior é que eu quero fazer é nada.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que estou coitada. Que aflição!&lt;br /&gt;Será que isso acontece quando existe alguma movimentação no plano sensível? Eu, que sou pisciana, fico afetada porque, ah, até quando cai uma folha de uma árvore eu fico afetada.&lt;br /&gt;São os mistérios da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Será que um dia a gente vai saber a Verdade?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-7620370690686308055?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7620370690686308055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=7620370690686308055' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/7620370690686308055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/7620370690686308055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/06/dias-assim.html' title='Dias assim'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-6563146460004347410</id><published>2008-06-11T15:02:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:42:40.073-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amy winehouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Amy, Amy, Amy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SFAn-mqA-hI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WNy92yFaljo/s1600-h/20080411175113804.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SFAn-mqA-hI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WNy92yFaljo/s400/20080411175113804.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210708725349808658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amy&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia você escutasse  nossa prece&lt;br /&gt;e para rehab fosse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;br /&gt;se você gravasse um novo disco&lt;br /&gt;só blacks&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - no&lt;/span&gt; packies, nips and rats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;br /&gt;quantas de nós não queriam ser você&lt;br /&gt;com seu cabelão style&lt;br /&gt;seus olhos nina simone&lt;br /&gt;seu Blake encarcerado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;br /&gt;você é o que é e vive o que sente&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que os outro falam&lt;br /&gt;Sim, nós ouvimos sua música com nossa alma&lt;br /&gt;e você é nossa lenda.&lt;br /&gt;e diva dos tempos ultra-modernos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;br /&gt;Lute sua luta pagã&lt;br /&gt;estaremos do seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Amy, come black to black.&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/5846447-6563146460004347410?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/6563146460004347410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=6563146460004347410' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/6563146460004347410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/6563146460004347410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/06/amy-amy-amy.html' title='Amy, Amy, Amy'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SFAn-mqA-hI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WNy92yFaljo/s72-c/20080411175113804.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-3300217351043707014</id><published>2008-06-06T15:05:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:13:46.523-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>Eu estou apaixonada por um menino: Drummond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SEl9-MfKVvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sjIHovIXdRE/s1600-h/cda1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SEl9-MfKVvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sjIHovIXdRE/s400/cda1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208832951487977202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente ainda tá se conhecendo, mas nossos encontros são intensos.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto, sempre que nos vemos, que a vida passa diante de mim... essa vida....eta vida besta, meu Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Drummond, ainda quero estar com você por muitos e muitos anos afora, sempre assim, sempre intensamente unidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;MÃOS DADAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Não serei o poeta de um mundo caduco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Também não cantarei o mundo futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Estou preso à vida e olho meus companheiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Estão taciturnos mas nutrem grandes esperanças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Entre eles, considero a enorme realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;O presente é tão grande, não nos afastemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Não nos afastemos muito, vamos de mãos dadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Não serei o cantor de uma mulher, de uma história,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;não direi os suspiros ao anoitecer, a paisagem vista da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;janela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;não distribuirei entorpecentes ou carta de suicida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;não fugirei para as ilhas nem serei raptado por serafins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;O tempo é a minha matéria, o tempo presente, os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;homens presentes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;a vida presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;big&gt; &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-3300217351043707014?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3300217351043707014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=3300217351043707014' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3300217351043707014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3300217351043707014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/06/eu-estou-apaixonada-por-um-menino.html' title='Eu estou apaixonada por um menino: Drummond'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SEl9-MfKVvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sjIHovIXdRE/s72-c/cda1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-5213952671875583151</id><published>2008-06-05T16:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:59:42.034-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Chris Cornell... Mamãezinha !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SEg9cWZVR9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/nCRHv9CP15Q/s1600-h/20july19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SEg9cWZVR9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/nCRHv9CP15Q/s400/20july19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208480526311442386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esse homem, além de lindo e delicioso, tem uma das vozes mais poderosas que eu conheço.... e não sou só eu quem acha, esse cara &lt;a href="http://blog.doidosvarridos.com/2007/02/chris-cornell.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; também.&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer música que ele canta fica boa, não importa, pode até ser atirei o pau no gato. Ainda bem que, apesar disto, as músicas que ele  escreve são boas e interessantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lindo, talentoso e inteligente..mamãezinha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma música muito boa do extinto Soundgarden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Hole Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chris Cornell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Indisposed&lt;br /&gt;In disguise&lt;br /&gt;As no one knows&lt;br /&gt;Hides the face&lt;br /&gt;Lies the snake&lt;br /&gt;The sun&lt;br /&gt;In my disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Boiling heat&lt;br /&gt;Summer stench&lt;br /&gt;neath the black&lt;br /&gt;The sky looks dead&lt;br /&gt;Call my name&lt;br /&gt;Through the cream&lt;br /&gt;And Ill hear you&lt;br /&gt;Scream again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black hole sun&lt;br /&gt;Wont you come&lt;br /&gt;And wash away the rain&lt;br /&gt;Black hole sun&lt;br /&gt;Wont you come&lt;br /&gt;Wont you come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuttering&lt;br /&gt;Cold and damp&lt;br /&gt;Steal the warm wind&lt;br /&gt;Tired friend&lt;br /&gt;Times are gone&lt;br /&gt;For honest men&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Far too long&lt;br /&gt;For snakes&lt;br /&gt;In my shoes&lt;br /&gt;A walking sleep&lt;br /&gt;And my youth&lt;br /&gt;I pray to keep&lt;br /&gt;Heaven send&lt;br /&gt;Hell away&lt;br /&gt;No one sings&lt;br /&gt;Like you&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang my head&lt;br /&gt;Drown my fear&lt;br /&gt;Till you all just&lt;br /&gt;Disappear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-5213952671875583151?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5213952671875583151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=5213952671875583151' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5213952671875583151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5213952671875583151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/06/chris-cornell-mamezinha.html' title='Chris Cornell... Mamãezinha !'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SEg9cWZVR9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/nCRHv9CP15Q/s72-c/20july19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-3380931070200773370</id><published>2008-05-19T17:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:14:04.498-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SDHoWojom5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/vKTql_ceTH4/s1600-h/carlosdrummond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SDHoWojom5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/vKTql_ceTH4/s400/carlosdrummond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202194520131279762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;E                   agora, José?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A                   festa acabou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a                   luz apagou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;o                   povo sumiu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a                   noite esfriou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e                   agora, José ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e                   agora, você ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;você                   que é sem nome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;que                   zomba dos outros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;você                   que faz versos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;que                   ama protesta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e                   agora, José ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;                   &lt;/o:p&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Está                   sem mulher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;está                   sem discurso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;está                   sem carinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;já                   não pode beber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;já                   não pode fumar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;cuspir                   já não pode,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a                   noite esfriou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;o                   dia não veio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;o                   bonde não veio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;o                   riso não veio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;não                   veio a utopia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e                   tudo acabou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e                   tudo fugiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e                   tudo mofou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e                   agora, José ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;                   &lt;/o:p&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;E                   agora, José ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sua                   doce palavra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;seu                   instante de febre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sua                   gula e jejum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sua                   biblioteca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sua                   lavra de ouro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;seu                   terno de vidro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sua                   incoerência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;seu                   ódio - e agora ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;                   &lt;/o:p&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Com                   a chave na mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;quer                   abrir a porta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;não                   existe porta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;quer                   morrer no mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;mas                   o mar secou;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;quer                   ir para Minas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Minas                   não há mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;José,                   e agora ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;                   &lt;/o:p&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Se                   você gritasse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;se                   você gemesse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;se                   você tocasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a                   valsa vienense,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;se                   você dormisse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;se                   você cansasse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;se                   você morresse…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mas                   você não morre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;você                   é duro, José !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;                   &lt;/o:p&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sozinho                   no escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;qual                   bicho-do-mato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sem                   teogonia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sem                   parede nua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;para                   se encostar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sem                   cavalo preto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;que                   fuja a galope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;você                   marcha, José !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;José,                   pra onde ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 7.9pt 0.0001pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-3380931070200773370?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3380931070200773370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=3380931070200773370' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3380931070200773370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3380931070200773370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/05/e-agora-jos-festa-acabou-luz-apagou-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SDHoWojom5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/vKTql_ceTH4/s72-c/carlosdrummond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-5135615291224297180</id><published>2008-05-15T15:49:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:32:55.567-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historias'/><title type='text'>Bichos Amáveis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SCyHSYjomzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nBwozHPVMOE/s1600-h/mistura_bichos_f_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SCyHSYjomzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nBwozHPVMOE/s320/mistura_bichos_f_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200680419605388082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Todo amor é possível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SCyHSojom0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/SCq79nYv0sU/s1600-h/mistura_bichos_f_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SCyHSojom0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/SCq79nYv0sU/s320/mistura_bichos_f_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200680423900355394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Se te pego com outra eu te mato, te mando algumas flores e depois escapo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SCyHS4jom1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ltV87yQcrN0/s1600-h/mistura_bichos_f_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SCyHS4jom1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ltV87yQcrN0/s320/mistura_bichos_f_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200680428195322706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Vou te amar, vou te abraçar, vou te apertar e vou te esmagar até ficar roxinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SCyHTIjom2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gNVj5hF1jr0/s1600-h/mistura_bichos_f_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SCyHTIjom2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gNVj5hF1jr0/s320/mistura_bichos_f_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200680432490290018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Querido, eles não sabem nada de nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SCyHTYjom3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/1je6MsJ0XsI/s1600-h/mistura_bichos_f_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SCyHTYjom3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/1je6MsJ0XsI/s320/mistura_bichos_f_006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200680436785257330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tá olhando o que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-5135615291224297180?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5135615291224297180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=5135615291224297180' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5135615291224297180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5135615291224297180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/05/todo-amor-possvel.html' title='Bichos Amáveis'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SCyHSYjomzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nBwozHPVMOE/s72-c/mistura_bichos_f_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-6790601193280148978</id><published>2008-05-14T14:51:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:14:15.753-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; line-height: 110%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;A um ausente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho razão de sentir saudade,&lt;br /&gt;tenho razão de te acusar.&lt;br /&gt;Houve um pacto implícito que rompeste&lt;br /&gt;e sem te despedires foste embora.&lt;br /&gt;Detonaste o pacto.&lt;br /&gt;Detonaste a vida geral, a comum aquiescência&lt;br /&gt;de viver e explorar os rumos de obscuridade&lt;br /&gt;sem prazo sem consulta sem provocação&lt;br /&gt;até o limite das folhas caídas na hora de cair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antecipaste a hora.&lt;br /&gt;Teu ponteiro enlouqueceu, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; line-height: 110%;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;enlouquecendo nossas horas.&lt;br /&gt;Que poderias ter feito de mais grave&lt;br /&gt;do que o ato sem continuação, o ato em si,&lt;br /&gt;o ato que não ousamos nem sabemos ousar&lt;br /&gt;porque depois dele não há nada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho razão para sentir saudade de ti,&lt;br /&gt;de nossa convivência em falas camaradas,&lt;br /&gt;simples apertar de mãos, nem isso, voz&lt;br /&gt;modulando sílabas conhecidas e banais&lt;br /&gt;que eram sempre certeza e segurança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, tenho saudades.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, acuso-te porque fizeste&lt;br /&gt;o não previsto nas leis da amizade e da natureza&lt;br /&gt;nem nos deixaste sequer o direito de indagar&lt;br /&gt;porque o fizeste, porque te foste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; line-height: 110%;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; line-height: 110%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-6790601193280148978?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/6790601193280148978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=6790601193280148978' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/6790601193280148978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/6790601193280148978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-ausente-tenho-razo-de-sentir-saudade.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-6431020692195258752</id><published>2008-04-28T14:39:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:40:06.902-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madonna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Hard Candy | Madonna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SBYSyQIvekI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Q1dQiPkHITU/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_10+Apr.+28+15.04.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SBYSyQIvekI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Q1dQiPkHITU/s400/ScreenHunter_10+Apr.+28+15.04.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194359874752838210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está na rede o novo cd da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Madonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hard Candy&lt;/span&gt;. Lançamento mundial hoje e nos US amanhã :)&lt;br /&gt;Estou escutando na íntegra (menos a faixa bônus que foi apenas para os japoneses) no &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://events.br.msn.com/entretenimento"&gt;MSN Entretenimento&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;O disco é uma parceria da Mad com produtores famosos do momento, como &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ustin Timberlake, Timbaland  e Pharrel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Daí que a batida é bem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hip-hop&lt;/span&gt; e marca os &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;25 anos de sua carreira&lt;/span&gt;. Moderníssima, não poderia deixar de acompanhar as últimas tendências da música no hip-hop...quantos artistas vimos nos últimos anos entrandos nos US e fazendo parcerias como estas e se dando suuuper bem... só por alto, Shakira e Nelly Furtado.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não podemos esquecer que estamos falando de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Madonna&lt;/span&gt;. Não se trata apenas de uma super produção! Além das batidas dançantes e dos backing-vocals de Justin, o disco é uma mistura total..traz músicas alucinóginas como &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4 minutes, Beat Goes On, She's not me e Spanish Lesson&lt;/span&gt; e também músicas mais baladas, e calmas como &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miles Away e Devil Wouldn't Recognize You&lt;/span&gt;. Tudo isso sem deixar nunca de lado as músicas com mensagens e reflexões sobre nosso mundo e comportamentos... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voices&lt;/span&gt; é imbatível nesse quesito.&lt;br /&gt;Nas próprias palavras da musa, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hard Candy&lt;/span&gt; é como uma loja de doces, você escolhe aquilo que quiser... e cá pra nós, com tantos doces deliciosos, fica difícil escolher o melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Todas as notícias do novo álbum em&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.madonnaonline.com.br/"&gt;Madonna Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-6431020692195258752?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/6431020692195258752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=6431020692195258752' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/6431020692195258752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/6431020692195258752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/04/hard-candy-madonna.html' title='Hard Candy | Madonna'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SBYSyQIvekI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Q1dQiPkHITU/s72-c/ScreenHunter_10+Apr.+28+15.04.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-2193028651337294932</id><published>2008-04-28T10:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T15:00:18.037-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pós-modernidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profissão'/><title type='text'>O abuso das mídias sensacionalistas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SBXW8QIvefI/AAAAAAAAACo/T-7g42B059U/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_04+Apr.+28+10.45.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SBXW8QIvefI/AAAAAAAAACo/T-7g42B059U/s400/ScreenHunter_04+Apr.+28+10.45.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194294075853863410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SBXW8gIvegI/AAAAAAAAACw/GG4Caj-_1xw/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_03+Apr.+28+10.44.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SBXW8gIvegI/AAAAAAAAACw/GG4Caj-_1xw/s400/ScreenHunter_03+Apr.+28+10.44.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194294080148830722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SBXW8wIvehI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xQpc2ewRbsw/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_02+Apr.+28+10.43.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SBXW8wIvehI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xQpc2ewRbsw/s400/ScreenHunter_02+Apr.+28+10.43.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194294084443798034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SBXW9AIveiI/AAAAAAAAADA/u8mf8CupCk0/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Apr.+28+10.43.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SBXW9AIveiI/AAAAAAAAADA/u8mf8CupCk0/s400/ScreenHunter_01+Apr.+28+10.43.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194294088738765346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de coerência, por favor?&lt;br /&gt;Canais online divulgam novo caso de cativeiro e abuso na Áustria. Ok, porém já que vamos divulgar, pelo menos vamos entrar num acordo?&lt;br /&gt;Não basta as chamadas de sensacionalismo barato, abusando dos termos&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; incesto, rapto, choque, comove o país&lt;/span&gt; e etc... Nosso amigo&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Folha Online&lt;/span&gt; consegue ser incoerente na mesma chamada - a mulher engravidou seis vezes e teve sete filhos...ok, então foram gêmeos? Onde diz na reportagem?&lt;br /&gt;Os canais não entram em acordo... foram seis ou sete filhos? engravidou seis ou sete vezes?&lt;br /&gt;Mais cedo noticiavam o cativeiro, mas não o incesto...o que, estão acompanhando o depoimento na Áustria ao vivo?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, não! também tem uma multidão em frente a delegacia gritando "Assassino!"? Ahh que bom, pensei que o Nardoni havia envelhecido em termpo recorde e mudado de país.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, desculpa, esse caso é outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Prints da Folha Online, UOL, Globo.com e Yahoo Notícias&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns ao Terra por ficar de fora, por enquanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-2193028651337294932?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2193028651337294932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=2193028651337294932' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/2193028651337294932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/2193028651337294932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-abuso-das-mdias-sensacionalistas.html' title='O abuso das mídias sensacionalistas'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SBXW8QIvefI/AAAAAAAAACo/T-7g42B059U/s72-c/ScreenHunter_04+Apr.+28+10.45.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-5482559057458053749</id><published>2008-04-27T22:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:59:20.631-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultura'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SBUvAQIveeI/AAAAAAAAACg/lOzzJ25KPgU/s1600-h/freedom03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SBUvAQIveeI/AAAAAAAAACg/lOzzJ25KPgU/s320/freedom03.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194109426619873762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kanji Jiyuu - Liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há algum tempo havia um homem que era apaixonado pela natureza e em especial, pelos pássaros. Ele passava horas na floresta admirando os pássaros, se deleitando com seus cantos, observando suas variedades de cores e espécies. Dentre todos os pássaros que costumava observar, um deles lhe chamava a atenção em especial. Era um pássaro de porte chamativo e cores inusitadas... um branco alvo, com penas douradas na calda e algumas lindas penas azuis na cabeça. Tinha um canto espetacular, desses que nunca nos esquecemos... e o homem achava aquele pássaro tão lindo, que não conseguia se contentar em vê-lo e ouvi-lo somente de vez em quando. Era enlouquecedor pensar que ele poderia encontrar aquele pássaro só às vezes pois era muito raro conseguir vê-lo, então, um certo dia, ele capturou um deles e o levou para casa, colocando-o numa gaiola.&lt;br /&gt;Ficou extasiado em ter em casa, somente para si, um pássaro maravilhoso como aquele. Todos os dias sentava-se a beira da gaiola para escutar o canto e se maravilhar com a beleza do animal. Com o passar dos dias começou a notar que o canto do pássaro foi ficando diferente e mais raro. O silêncio aumentava e as penas brilhantes começavam a ficar opacas... O homem se entristeceu em ver que seu amigo estava possivelmente doente, mas levando-o ao médico, não foi constatado nada. Passava horas junto a gaiola, tentando identificar o que havia de errado... pensando e conversado com o pássaro, questionando o que poderia estar errado. Nada lhe faltava! A melhor comida, água sempre fresca, o sol matinal todos os dias...nada poderia estar errado. Até que um certo dia, enquanto se questionava, o  pássaro lhe respondeu: "Estou triste". O homem achou que estava doido, e que de tanto amar o animal havia começado a imaginar coisas. Mas novamente ele ouviu: "Não, você não está louco, eu realmente estou falando com você." O homem não podia acreditar... estava se comunicando com um pássaro, era bom demais para ser verdade! Então, o pássaro lhe disse que, de tanto que ele amava os animais e os pássaros, havia desenvolvido a habilidade de se comunicar com eles. Começou a lhe falar sobre aquela tristeza que sentia em sua vida naquela casa. Contou que na floresta, gozava de liberdade para ir e vir, e visitar lugares diferentes, e conhecer variadas espécies de pássaros e outros animais. Tinha a felicidade completa em sua vida na floresta, mas ali, naquela gaiola, não passava de um ser solitário e triste. Ao ouvir esse relato, o homem se compadeceu do animal. Ele disse ao pássaro que faria qualquer coisa para que ele voltasse a cantar e a ser feliz, qualquer coisa! Que não poderia continuar vendo-o sofrer tanto e não fazer nada. Então, o pássaro lhe disse: "Me dê a liberdade". O homem pensou, analisou, realmente estava compadecido com a situação do pássaro, mas lhe respondeu que faria qualquer coisa, menos isso. Disse que não poderia viver sem a presença do pássaro, e que não consegueria soltá-lo jamais. Diante desse impasse, o pássaro fez um apelo- pediu que o homem fosse até a floresta de onde havia lhe tirado, e contasse a todos a sua história, já que agora conseguia se comunicar com os pássaros e então, que dessa forma deixasse a natureza lhe dizer o que fazer. E assim o homem fez. Se dirigiu até a floresta no exato local onde havia retirado seu pássaro e começou a contar tudo que havia acontecido nos últimos dias. Lá havia pássaros de diversas espécies, inclusive da mesma que o seu. Contou longamente a sua história e a de seu amigo...ao terminar a história, todos os pássaros que ali estavam caíram mortos no chão. Ao ver aquilo, o homem ficou desesperado, afinal ele amava a natureza, e não conseguia acreditar que todos aqueles lindos animais estavam ali, mortos diante dele. Rapidamente se dirigiu para casa, e desesperado, contou ao seu pássaro tudo que havia acontecido. Explicou que não compreendia a mensagem que os pássaros estavam lhe passando e que precisava muito da ajuda de seu amigo para entedê-la e poder ajudá-lo. O pássaro ficou quieto durante algum tempo e de repente, caiu morto na gaiola, da mesma forma que havia acontecido na floresta. O homem então começou a chorar e abriu a gaiola, se virando para pegar um pano e embrulhar seu pássaro amado.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se virou novamente para a gaiola, esta estava vazia. Olhou ao redor, e viu seu pássaro na janela. Perguntou-lhe: "Mas você me enganou? Você vai embora?" E o pássaro respondeu: "Sim, eu vou embora. Eu entendi a mensagem que meus amigos me enviaram, e agora, estou partindo ao encontro deles." O homem argumetou de todas as formas, dizendo que iria morrer se o pássaro partisse, e que não poderia aceitar essa perda terrível, mas o pássaro apenas lhe olhou nos olhos, dizendo que só agora havia percebido que a liberdade que ele tanto sonhava e esperava que o homem lhe desse, não era algo que se pedisse mas era algo a se conquistar. E então, abriu suas asas e foi embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa história me foi contade pelo Fabio Lisboa, um legítimo contador de histórias.... a fonte é norueguesa, ou algo assim. Quem souber, por favor, informar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-5482559057458053749?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5482559057458053749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=5482559057458053749' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5482559057458053749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5482559057458053749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/04/kanji-jiyuu-liberdade-h-algum-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SBUvAQIveeI/AAAAAAAAACg/lOzzJ25KPgU/s72-c/freedom03.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-609904702785124820</id><published>2008-04-25T17:50:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:15:08.341-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redes sociais'/><title type='text'>Ads on Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SBJEPAIvedI/AAAAAAAAACY/HASpV_i536Y/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Apr.+25+17.45.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SBJEPAIvedI/AAAAAAAAACY/HASpV_i536Y/s320/ScreenHunter_01+Apr.+25+17.45.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193288344836995538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viram que legal os Ads do Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;Muito interessante!! Além de você mesmo poder criar o anúncio, caso você não tenha site, o facebook te oferece uma ajuda! Com uma ferramenta que te ajuda a criar um site.&lt;br /&gt;Sensacional !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O carinha que não vendeu tava certíssimo, eu também não vendia! É meu, só meu, todo meu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-609904702785124820?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/609904702785124820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=609904702785124820' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/609904702785124820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/609904702785124820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/04/ads-on-facebook.html' title='Ads on Facebook'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SBJEPAIvedI/AAAAAAAAACY/HASpV_i536Y/s72-c/ScreenHunter_01+Apr.+25+17.45.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-1616677601846460045</id><published>2008-04-25T14:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:14:00.449-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profissão'/><title type='text'>Escritora e poeta, ela está indo trabalhar numa agência em SP</title><content type='html'>Orgulho de ser Letras :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não que precise ser Letras pra ser escritor e poeta...mas ainda assim, é da área!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bluebus.com.br/show/1/83361/escritora_e_poeta_ela_esta_indo_trabalhar_numa_agencia_em_sp"&gt;Saiu no Blue Bus.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-1616677601846460045?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bluebus.com.br/show/1/83361/escritora_e_poeta_ela_esta_indo_trabalhar_numa_agencia_em_sp' title='Escritora e poeta, ela está indo trabalhar numa agência em SP'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/1616677601846460045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=1616677601846460045' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/1616677601846460045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/1616677601846460045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/04/escritora-e-poeta-ela-est-indo.html' title='Escritora e poeta, ela está indo trabalhar numa agência em SP'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-5901167706329457914</id><published>2008-04-22T21:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T15:01:01.778-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pós-modernidade'/><title type='text'>Caso do assassinato infantil</title><content type='html'>Os tempos da mídia sensacionalista começaram já são passados muitos anos. Disto não temos o que duvidar. Quem não se lembra quando o avião da TAM caiu lá pelos anos de 1995, e muito bem me recordo que a revista Veja publicou um dossiê com o retrato e a história de vida de cada um dos tripulantes mortos do Boeing.&lt;br /&gt;O que temos acompanhado nas últimas semanas sobre o caso da criança assassinada é a novelização da vida real. Ontem os autores se preocupavam em trazer a literatura para próximo da realidade, utilizando recursos como "baseado em fatos reais" ou simplesmente utilizando enredos próximos do que vivemos. O que vivemos hoje é o contrário - a vida real se transforma em literatura o tempo todo e então, vivemos sempre numa história. Sem fim e sem moral.&lt;br /&gt;Existe todo tipo de espectador, e quanto a isso não podemos nos queixar. Depois de Freud explica, tudo pode! Desde os comportamentos mais difundidos na nossa sociedade até os mais contidos, tudo pode e tudo pode ser explicado com algumas palavras mágicas: estresse, distúrbio psicológico, substâncias controladas, dependência. Some à essas palavras mágicas a alguns conceitos  básicos  da vida moderna: sociedade do espetáculo,  sistematização do ensino,  burrocracia.&lt;br /&gt;O que temos? Caso de criança assassinada na mídia por quase 01 mês !! Pronto! Não ficamos atrás dos gringos em nada, cá já temos nossa Madelaine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-5901167706329457914?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5901167706329457914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=5901167706329457914' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5901167706329457914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5901167706329457914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/04/caso-do-assassinato-infantil.html' title='Caso do assassinato infantil'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-5552758853475874975</id><published>2008-04-22T13:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:15:40.244-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Google Earth Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SA4PCAIvecI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ESej6rxLvLQ/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Apr.+22+13.10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SA4PCAIvecI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ESej6rxLvLQ/s320/ScreenHunter_01+Apr.+22+13.10.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192103947475581378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conforme anunciado, lá está o &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.br/search?q=earth+day"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Google Earth Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Participemos :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-5552758853475874975?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5552758853475874975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=5552758853475874975' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5552758853475874975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5552758853475874975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/04/google-earth-day.html' title='Google Earth Day'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SA4PCAIvecI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ESej6rxLvLQ/s72-c/ScreenHunter_01+Apr.+22+13.10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-5574582920282444182</id><published>2008-04-17T15:06:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:15:54.729-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meio ambiente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Terra Suja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SAeRqpjtZDI/AAAAAAAAACI/9c3LV4SRN68/s1600-h/terra_suja.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SAeRqpjtZDI/AAAAAAAAACI/9c3LV4SRN68/s320/terra_suja.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190277257463948338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Imagem gerada por computador, apresentada pela Agência Espacial Européia, mostra lixo espacial orbitando ao redor da Terra. Existem mais de 12.000 objetos em órbita sendo monitorados. 11.500 destes objetos estão orbitando entre 800 e 1.500 km do planeta, e, são na sua maioria, pedaços de satélites comerciais, militares, científicos e navigacionais. Nesta órbita os objetos podem ficar à deriva por décadas e então queimar durante entrada na atmosfera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Fonte: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yahoo Notícias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E eu sabia que a Terra estava estragada por dentro, mas por fora também?! Quem colocou esses piercings no planeta, meu Deus?&lt;br /&gt;Nada contra body art, mas calma lá, ainda estamos no século 21, e temos milhares de séculos pela frente, alguém realmente acha que vai sobrar alguma coisa de recursos naturais para as gerações futuras? Nesse passo...&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso... o Google terá o &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://googleblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-cant-wait-for-earth-day.html"&gt;Earth Day&lt;/a&gt;. Um dia dedicado para o mundo postar na ferramenta Google Earth o que tem feito e o que fará para melhorar a saúde do planeta. Tá chegando! é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;22 de Abril.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posta lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-5574582920282444182?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5574582920282444182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=5574582920282444182' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5574582920282444182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/5574582920282444182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/04/terra-suja.html' title='Terra Suja'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SAeRqpjtZDI/AAAAAAAAACI/9c3LV4SRN68/s72-c/terra_suja.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-3790282023105774075</id><published>2008-04-17T11:26:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:14:50.704-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redes sociais'/><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SAdkSZjtZCI/AAAAAAAAACA/f2iC-fivOak/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Apr.+17+11.26.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SAdkSZjtZCI/AAAAAAAAACA/f2iC-fivOak/s320/ScreenHunter_01+Apr.+17+11.26.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190227362828870690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novidade !!&lt;br /&gt;Já tinha ouvido falar do &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="https://twitter.com/"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, mas de ouvido o mundo está cheio. Só agora parei pra olhar do que se trata, e para que serve.&lt;br /&gt;A ferramenta é interessante porque pressupõe&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; interação&lt;/span&gt; entre os usuários na rede. Novo orkut? Não! O twitter tem muito mais inteligência por detrás do que tomar contato com pessoas e se relacionar em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;redes sociais&lt;/span&gt; virtuais. Quero dizer que o Twitter corresponde ao desejo moderno de se atulizar e estar sempre conectado. Você não precisa ficar sozinho, porque pode estar conectado de seu mobile onde quer que vá, postando no Twitter o que está fazendo e gerando conteúdo para comentar com sua rede social. Você pode saber o que seus amigos e colegas de trabalho andam xeretando por aí, saber dos interesses deles e como e quando se atualizam. Isso significa, na prática, &lt;a href="http://www.cluetrain.com/#manifesto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;conversações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Todo mundo quer saber mais, todo mundo se conversa, todo mundo gera novidades vai e vai infinitamente... tudo o que já sabemos do poder do boca a boca.&lt;br /&gt;O melhor disso é que, segundo post do blog &lt;a href="http://www.viuisso.com.br/"&gt;Viu Isso?&lt;/a&gt;, de Michel Lent, o Brasil já está mandando ver no Twitter. Estamos em 5º lugar! Ponto para as redes sociais no Brasil e também, ao meu ver, para a produção de conteúdo e conversações.&lt;br /&gt;Citando Pablo Ibarrolaza, &lt;a href="http://webinsider.uol.com.br/index.php/2007/11/16/no-conceito-das-redes-tudo-esta-ligado-a-tudo/"&gt;"No conceito das redes, tudo está ligado a tudo"&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-3790282023105774075?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3790282023105774075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=3790282023105774075' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3790282023105774075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3790282023105774075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/04/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/SAdkSZjtZCI/AAAAAAAAACA/f2iC-fivOak/s72-c/ScreenHunter_01+Apr.+17+11.26.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-2660302202780842399</id><published>2008-04-11T16:43:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:51:01.185-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberdade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Levo no peito um coração aberto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que minhas fraquezas apareçam, que eu tropece e caia, que meus pulsos se quebrem e meus joelhos fraquejem e que meus calos doam. Que meus cabelos caiam, que minha pele enrugue, que minhas veias se rompam, que meus olhos se apaguem, que meus músculos definhem  e minha beleza se acabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo isso aconteça e ainda haja corvos esperando o momento da minha morte para comer minhas entranhas. E que os leões devorem o que restar de minha carne. Que minha vida se acabe e se esvaia em um só momento e que, pelo caminho, minhas pegadas se apaguem e minha memória jamais seja lembrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que minha decendência nunca saiba quem eu fui e nem ao menos para onde fui, e que aqueles que viveram comigo se esqueçam de tudo que vivemos e de tudo que somos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que todas as desgraças aconteçam, eu levo no peito um coração aberto! Vivo e vermelho de sangue espesso e quente. Enquanto esse coração bater e enquanto houver ar nos pulmões, meu peito estará livremente aberto pra vida e nenhum sentimento passará em vão, nenhuma emoção será ignorada. Meus dramas serão vividos intensamente e sofrerei muito, sempre, mesmo quando não há nada para chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, quando tudo acabar e de mim não restar nada, em minha essência saberei que voei  leve, etérea e passageira. Que vivi cada átomo em sua potência maior. E que onde pingarem gotas do meu sangue, nascerão  borboletas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-2660302202780842399?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2660302202780842399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=2660302202780842399' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/2660302202780842399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/2660302202780842399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/04/levo-no-peito-um-corao-aberto.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-3358597904855674464</id><published>2008-04-10T11:07:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:55:15.895-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conrad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pós-modernidade'/><title type='text'>A arte de falar mais que a boca</title><content type='html'>Existem pessoas que falam pelos cotovelos, que falam mais que o homem da cobra, que engoliram o rádio... e existem aquelas pessoas que falam mais que boca.&lt;br /&gt;   Falar mais que a boca é um dom que transcende a estrutura nervosa do corpo e atinge estágios de total sublimação do ser, que perde a consciência de seus atos e passa a se comunicar por toda a qualquer coisa que lhe permita contato com o mundo. O ente que fala mais que a boca é facilmente reconhecido: ombros tensos, mãos inquietas, lábios auto-destruidores e extrema habilidade para arrumar sarna para se coçar. Todo falante mais que a boca tem a incrível capacidade de se meter em confusões de diversas ordens através de seus órgãos comunicadores, ou não, que ao final e ao cabo,  não são culpados de coisas alguma.&lt;br /&gt;   É aqui que entendemos a patologia do falar mais que boca. Comunicar é algo inato a todos os seres da terra e, em especial, os humanos. Apesar de possuirem um completo aparelho fonador,  a linguagem verbal e não-verbal, nós &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;homo sapiens sapiens&lt;/span&gt; utilizamos também aqueles meios que inventamos, tais como o telefone, o jornal, o rádio, a TV, a internet...etc. Assim potencializamos nossa capacidade de nos comunicar o tempo todo e mantemos sempre aberta nosso canal com a sociedade, com qual podemos sempre comentar qualquer coisa. Tudo com a finalidade de nunca ficar sem assunto e portanto nunca ficar sozinho consigo mesmo. Trata-se da vertigem do homem pós-moderno - o medo de ficar sozinho. E é daí que surgem os seres que falam mais que boca!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Conrad"&gt;Joseph Conrad&lt;/a&gt; no começo do século passado escreveu:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We live as we dream: alone"&lt;/span&gt;. Essa constatação arrebatou  o homem moderno e pós-moderno de tal forma que até hoje buscamos meios de negar essa máxima. Existe a fobia de estar sempre em contato com algo ou alguém, mas nunca sozinho. Assim não fosse, o próprio Conrad poderia ter deixado suas idéias para si mesmo e não ter publicado coisa alguma!&lt;br /&gt;   A síndrome do falar mais que a boca é, portanto, uma patologia da vida pós-moderna, dentre tantas outras existentes. Traz consigo variações e variantes, como a síndrome do dedo-duro, a síndrome do boca-aberta, a síndrome do sarnento...entre outras. Mas aí é outra história.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-3358597904855674464?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3358597904855674464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=3358597904855674464' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3358597904855674464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3358597904855674464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/04/arte-de-falar-mais-que-boca.html' title='A arte de falar mais que a boca'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-2013587723291260456</id><published>2008-04-09T17:39:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T15:01:43.658-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poeminha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lembrar você é lembrar o quanto foi bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tudo que vivemos ali, naquele chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Juras secretas, longos suspiros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;seus braços me enlaçavam num abraço quente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eu não pensei que me apaixonaria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;minha boca enroscava a sua e nascia o dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Depois de embalados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;de repente suados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tudo em volta era vago, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;um breve espaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Valeu a pena...tudo em você valeu a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas apenas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-2013587723291260456?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2013587723291260456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=2013587723291260456' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/2013587723291260456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/2013587723291260456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/04/poeminha.html' title='Poeminha'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-3391395099517354016</id><published>2008-04-08T15:51:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:17:20.404-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='educação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultura'/><title type='text'>Filmes que nos surpreendem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/R_vAvw4F6EI/AAAAAAAAABo/Nc1zlg48wbA/s1600-h/elizabethtowncineushd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186951322653812802" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/R_vAvw4F6EI/AAAAAAAAABo/Nc1zlg48wbA/s400/elizabethtowncineushd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elizabethtown.com/home.html"&gt;Elizabethtown&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;entrou para a lista de filmes que nos surpreenderam . A fórmula do casal bonitinho formado por nada menos que Kirsten Dunst e Orlando &lt;a href="http://pirao.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/orlando.jpg"&gt;(mamãezinha!)&lt;/a&gt; Bloom parecia levar ao espectador nada além do que um romance mamão com açúcar para divertir-se nos momentos &lt;em&gt;light&lt;/em&gt;. No entanto, Elizabethtown oferece muito mais do que isso: uma reflexão sobre a vida, o amor e as escolhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Após um catastrófico fracasso em sua vida profissional, que leva sua empresa a um prejuízo de aproximadamente 1 bilhão de dólares, Drew (Bloom) decide dar fim a sua vida. Não bastasse a tentativa de suicídio fracassar, o destino lhe aplica uma nova peripécia: seu pai cai morto na mesma noite e Drew é o encarregado de cuidar do funeral e todos os proclames.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele segue então para a cidade de Elizabethtown, aos frangalhos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No avião conhece a maluquete comissária Claire (Dunst), que num breve momento a sós com nosso &lt;a href="http://www.elfica.com/imagenes/galeria/imagenes_legolas_face1_.jpg"&gt;elfo preferido&lt;/a&gt;, percebe que havia muito mais do que um cansado passageiro e lhe entrega seus contatos e seus telefones, sem deixar o aspecto &lt;em&gt;crazy lady&lt;/em&gt; de lado, o que aos olhos do mocinho não passa de birutice mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No entanto, ao se ver sozinho em Elizabethtown este telefona para Claire e aí se inicia uma relação de paixão e amizade, que transforma a vida de Drew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claire representa o lado infantil e saboroso da vida, enquanto Drew se mantém preso aos valores da vida pós-moderna como o dinheiro e a aparência. Aos poucos, ele toma contato com as raízes de sua família que desconhecia por completo - sua história, sua decedência, as receitas de família, os variados tipos de sujeito e as variadas patologias de seus genes. Toma contato com uma forma de &lt;strong&gt;transmissão de valores&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;e de cultura&lt;/strong&gt; que não conhecia até então, na sua vida na Califórnia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo isso somado ao fato de se envolver emocionalmente com Claire faz com que Drew repensse sua vida e mude totalmente sua posição diante dos fatos que enfrentava. Com a ajuda de Claire, no retorno de Elizabethtown a Califórnia, ele faz um &lt;em&gt;tour&lt;/em&gt; pelos Estados Unidos, conhecendo pontos históricos e paisagens deslumbrantes, acompanhado das cinzas de seu pai, Mitch. Esse último &lt;strong&gt;ritual &lt;/strong&gt;de pai e filho abre a mente de Drew para um novo jeito de viver - &lt;em&gt;feel, enjoy and go on. &lt;/em&gt;E é isso que ele faz. Continua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Além da brilhante mensagem sobre postura diante da vida, o filme tem falas lindas, emocionantes, supreendentes e inusitadas como: &lt;em&gt;"Vou sentir falta de seus lábios e de tudo em volta"&lt;/em&gt;, além de uma excelente &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0368709/soundtrack"&gt;trilha sonora&lt;/a&gt; que proporciona ao espectador momentos de total cumplicidade com o personagem e seus dramas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-3391395099517354016?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3391395099517354016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=3391395099517354016' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3391395099517354016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3391395099517354016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2008/04/filmes-que-nos-surpreendem.html' title='Filmes que nos surpreendem'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0tGD4VE5hw/R_vAvw4F6EI/AAAAAAAAABo/Nc1zlg48wbA/s72-c/elizabethtowncineushd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-8516290663715526869</id><published>2007-12-18T22:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T15:50:26.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatos Memoráveis</title><content type='html'>01 - O peru da discórdia&lt;br /&gt;02 - O elevador do playcenter&lt;br /&gt;03 - 22 anos com cara de 10 e caça ao tesouro&lt;br /&gt;04 - Show do Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;05 - Invasão da Reitoria&lt;br /&gt;06 - Dia dos namorados aos 4 anos de casamento&lt;br /&gt;07 - Prova do Advertinsing Professional&lt;br /&gt;08 - Retorno triunfante às aulas&lt;br /&gt;09 - A barrocada do navio fantasma&lt;br /&gt;10 - Novas Aventuras :)&lt;br /&gt;11 - Show dos 25 anos do rock com paralamas e titãs&lt;br /&gt;12 - Dar valor às pequenas coisas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-8516290663715526869?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8516290663715526869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=8516290663715526869' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/8516290663715526869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/8516290663715526869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2007/12/fatos-memorveis-i.html' title='Fatos Memoráveis'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-3669278668927878091</id><published>2007-12-03T23:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:50:15.947-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias</title><content type='html'>Sou um ser previsível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastou um pergunta sobre os textos do blog para que eu lembrasse que ele existe! Há muito tempo não me dedico a escrever texto de espécie alguma para este blog, até porque não há leitores que acompanhem o fluxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, após um debate sobre os textos que costumava colocar aqui no ano de 2003 e 2004, ressurgiu a vontade de experimetar a publicação de um texto de própria digitais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A realidade é que os textos não pararam de ser produzidos de repente. Foi um processo.&lt;br /&gt;À medida em que a quantidade de trabalho e dinheiro aumentaram diminuiu em mim a parte filosófica da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Quando sinto tristeza faço compras e quando sinto alegria... fico aproveitando até passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me disseram que me tornei uma pessoa formal. É verdade. O dinheiro exerce posição top na minha lista de prioridades, e quem falar que não gosta de dinheiro está mentindo. No meu caso, entre as requisições para se manter o dinheiro estão a imagem, daí a postura formal daí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto quem me conhece sabe que não mordo. Pelo contrário, podemos dar boas risadas, curtir sons, dançar, contar piadas e falar muita besteira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não gosto de gente descompromissada, omissa, relapsa, mentirosa, desonesta, indecisa e também não gosto de gente que aparece demais. Não mudou tanta coisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mais, exposição por exposição aqui está...Imagem escrita e documentada de uma fulana paulistana e &lt;a href="http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2006/06/inverno-rseo.html"&gt;sem tempo para o simples&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-3669278668927878091?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3669278668927878091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=3669278668927878091' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3669278668927878091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/3669278668927878091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2007/12/sou-um-ser-previsvel.html' title='Memórias'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-1177544321579186883</id><published>2007-08-24T09:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T09:42:39.998-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Como Zumbis</title><content type='html'>Gente, o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Street View&lt;/span&gt; é mesmo um barato, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por acaso, ou não, estava pensando em algo pra postar aqui e veio estar notícia novamente dele... novamente do &lt;a href="http://www.bluebus.com.br/show.php?p=1&amp;amp;id=78908"&gt;Blue Bus&lt;/a&gt; (mas essa menina não lê outra coisa?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora as pessoas podem pedir para serem removidas das fotos do Street View e curiosamente, nosso companheiro acabou perdendo a cabeça. Bem, não se pode contestar que ele tem sua identidade exposta, afinal, a cabeça não consta junto ao corpo, logo sua identidade é nula, somente um corpo vagando pela rua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso soa contemporaneidade....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a nova era.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-1177544321579186883?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/1177544321579186883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=1177544321579186883' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/1177544321579186883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/1177544321579186883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2007/08/como-zumbis.html' title='Como Zumbis'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-2618437507215518423</id><published>2007-06-05T11:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T12:03:28.637-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Street View do Google</title><content type='html'>O Google lançou a nova ferramenta aliada do &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps"&gt;Google Maps&lt;/a&gt;. Se você já estava satisfeito com o Google Earth e se divertia vendo o telhado da sua casa e sua vizinha fazendo top less na laje, agora você pode ver a foto da sua rua também. É o clímax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;a href="http://www.bluebus.com.br/show.php?p=1&amp;id=77138&amp;amp;st=busca"&gt;Blue Bus&lt;/a&gt; publicou a primeira polêmica sobre o &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/help/maps/streetview/index.html"&gt;Google Street View&lt;/a&gt; e a invasão da privacidade,  na qual aparece a calcinha de uma moça quando ela está entrando no carro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diante de tanto aparato tecnológico, imagine o que será possível visualizar daqui um tempo. Top less agora virou fichinha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-2618437507215518423?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2618437507215518423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=2618437507215518423' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/2618437507215518423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/2618437507215518423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2007/06/street-view-do-google.html' title='Street View do Google'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-116528450583700705</id><published>2006-12-04T23:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:08:25.856-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapidinhas</title><content type='html'>Segunda-feira, 19:30h, muita chuva embaixo do toldo no ponto de ônibus, que abrigava muito mais pessoas que sua capacidade. Os corredores de ônibus mal projetados, jogavam água nas pessoas que se empuleravam com seus guarda-chuva coloridos. Na tarde cinzenta, a chuva descia fortemente, as pessoas se entreolhavam nervosas e enxarcadas.&lt;br /&gt;Dois camaradas davam risada no ponto, não havia motivos para chorar. Um deles vira para o outro e pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- É... onde está o Lula agora?&lt;br /&gt;- É...não sei...&lt;br /&gt;- É.... vai votar nele agora, vai.&lt;br /&gt;E fizeram silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cumpadre e a comadre se acotovelavam dentro do ônibus naquela noite chuvosa. O trânsito era infernal, mas os dois seguiam, se divertindo e dando muitas gargalhas.&lt;br /&gt;- Hoje seu filho faz anos, não é?&lt;br /&gt;- É sim.&lt;br /&gt;- Não vai fazer nada?&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, no final do semana minha mulher vai fazer um forró.&lt;br /&gt;- Sei... vai me chamar não?&lt;br /&gt;- Tô chamando, ué.&lt;br /&gt;- Então eu vou.&lt;br /&gt;- Vai??&lt;br /&gt;- Se vou, você me chamou.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas vc não vai.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas vc tá me chamando, vou lá dançar um forró. E vou levar o meu filho.&lt;br /&gt;- Se vc for lá, vai levar um sopapo.&lt;br /&gt;- Oche, mas eu vou.&lt;br /&gt;E beijaram-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================&lt;br /&gt;Um homem e uma mulher conversam no corredor apertado do ônibus. Do outro lado do corredor, um sujeito retirou um nokia 9300i e começou a ler seus emails.&lt;br /&gt;- Quando eu comecei na empresa, eu era faxineira. E tinha uma menina lá que me humilhava. Ela sempre pedia para eu pegar cafezinho pra ela, ela me humilhava. Mas um dia, ela foi mandada embora, e meu chefe perguntou se eu podia atender o telefone.&lt;br /&gt;- E aí...?&lt;br /&gt;- Ele disse se eu sabia mexer em computador, eu disse que não, então ele disse 'vai fazer um curso'. Agora eu faço curso de sábado, e estou no mesmo lugar que ela.&lt;br /&gt;O homem riu. A mulher se sentiu lisonjeada.&lt;br /&gt;- Você mexe no computador?&lt;br /&gt;- Um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;- Você tem msn? Eu tenho msn...&lt;br /&gt;- Sei...&lt;br /&gt;- Eu adoro Bruno e Marrone. Meu msn é &lt;em&gt;eu-underlai-adoro-underlai-bruno-e-marrone&lt;/em&gt;. Eu fico no computador 24h por dia.&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado do corredor, o sujeito continuava a ler seus emails, e aprendia com o cobrador o que é anjo-da-guarda enquanto os passageiros brigavam para embarcar no ônibus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-116528450583700705?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/116528450583700705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=116528450583700705' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/116528450583700705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/116528450583700705'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-116369295097370277?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/116369295097370277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=116369295097370277' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/116369295097370277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/116369295097370277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2006/11/ele-ganhou-mas-quem-perdeu.html' title='Ele ganhou, mas quem perdeu....'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-115695922107110023</id><published>2006-08-30T14:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T00:41:19.206-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Fechado para balanço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-115695922107110023?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/115695922107110023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=115695922107110023' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perfect Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  font="" helvetica="" arial="" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Lou Reed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span font="" helvetica="" arial=""&gt;Just a perfect day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span font="" helvetica="" arial=""&gt;Drink Sangria in the park,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span font="" helvetica="" arial=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then later, when it gets dark,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span font="" helvetica="" arial=""&gt;We go home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  font="" helvetica="" arial="" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just a perfect day,&lt;br /&gt;Feed animals in the zoo&lt;br /&gt;Then later, a movie, too,&lt;br /&gt;And then home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  font="" helvetica="" arial="" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh it's such a perfect day,&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I spent it with you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh such a perfect day,&lt;br /&gt;You just keep me hanging on,&lt;br /&gt;You just keep me hanging on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  font="" helvetica="" arial="" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just a perfect day,&lt;br /&gt;Problems all left alone,&lt;br /&gt;Weekenders on our own.&lt;br /&gt;It's such fun.&lt;br /&gt;Just a perfect day,&lt;br /&gt;You made me forget myself.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was someone else,&lt;br /&gt;Someone good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's such a perfect day,&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I spent it with you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh such a perfect day,&lt;br /&gt;You just keep me hanging on,&lt;br /&gt;You just keep me hanging on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span  font="" helvetica="" arial="" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're going to reap just what you sow...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-115682183141687134?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/115682183141687134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=115682183141687134' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/115682183141687134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/115682183141687134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-gift-is-my-song-and-this-one-is-for.html' title='My gift is my song, and this one is for you.'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-115626244087725688</id><published>2006-08-22T13:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T23:24:47.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ACM discurso Congresso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/iGxn1CGgXZs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/iGxn1CGgXZs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Todos que tenham uma mínima lembrança, ou que tenham estudado pelo menos um pouco, hão de concordar que este vídeo vem a calhar em um momento tão importante para a nossa jovem DEMOCRACIA.&lt;br /&gt;PARA QUEM VAI SEU VOTO ESTE ANO??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-115626244087725688?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/115626244087725688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=115626244087725688' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/115626244087725688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/115626244087725688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2006/08/acm-discurso-congresso-todos-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-115619614400859873</id><published>2006-08-21T18:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T22:50:34.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda Lembro...</title><content type='html'>Tudo bem que este blog é avesso à Divas, mas hoje, ouvindo M.M. eu não pude evitar em declarar que :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda lembro o que passou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu você em qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo "aonde você for eu vou"&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu perguntei&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi você dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que eu era tudo o que você sempre quis&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo triste eu estava feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E acabei acreditando em ilusões&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu nem pensava em ter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que esquecer você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vem você dizer"amor, eu errei com você&lt;br /&gt;e só assim pude entender,que o grande mal que eu fiz&lt;br /&gt;foi a mim mesmo"&lt;br /&gt;Vem você dizer"amor, eu não pude evitar"&lt;br /&gt;E eu te dizendo"Liga o som e apaga a luz".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-115619614400859873?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/115619614400859873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=115619614400859873' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/115619614400859873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/115619614400859873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2006/08/ainda-lembro.html' title='Ainda Lembro...'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-115558842125088998</id><published>2006-08-14T17:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T17:57:06.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4954/240/1600/lula-justi??a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4954/240/320/lula-justi%3F%3Fa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não que eu aprecie a vista, mas é uma maneira interessante de protestar contra as recentes declarações no Presidente em gestão.&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo uso do antigo Óleo de Peroba, já velho conhecido de tempos de eleições, nosso elegido declarou em horário nobre, no Jornal Nacional, que demitiu José Dirceu, que facilitou os meios de investigação para as CPI's, que a Polícia Federal tem prendido mais do que nos últimos tempos....etc.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, não vai comparecer ao &lt;a href="http://noticias.uol.com.br/ultnot/reuters/2006/08/14/ult1928u2398.jhtm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;debate na Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Pobre tartaruguinha que o carrega nas costas e não tem nada a ver com o peixe, ou melhor, com a lula.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-115558842125088998?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/115558842125088998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=115558842125088998' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/115558842125088998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/115558842125088998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-que-eu-aprecie-vista-mas-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-115526778432785580</id><published>2006-08-11T00:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T18:01:43.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Autobiografia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4954/240/1600/relogio_color.1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4954/240/320/relogio_color.1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Assisitindo a aula de Literatura Brasileira 6, nosso professor falava sobre tantas coisas, dentre elas sobre a Praça do Relógio.&lt;br /&gt;Lá está escrito em letras garrafais que &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usp.br/gr/torre.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No Universo da Cultura o Centro está em toda a parte"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. E eu pensava nisso com tanta emoção, imaginando como o saber é democrático, que bela coisa estar em todas as partes, assim público, para quem quiser entrar e conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;Quando ele foi inaugurado, as pessoas possuíam ideais e posições políticas e Universidade estava além do consumo do diploma. Exisita toda uma geração de pesquisadores, pessoas que não receberam a mesma educação que nós, que aprendiam a ler e a entender. Por isso são hoje nossos mestres idolatrados e canonizados, sem novo pensamento que lhes desafie.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca havia entendido a grande contradição em &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;nomear&lt;/span&gt; um centro para o universo da cultura. Afinal, o conhecimento está ou não está em todos os lugares?&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, nada mais resta ao monumento do relógio do que ser um símbolo do enclausuramento do conhecimento. Os fins para que foi criado foram destruídos. A geração que o ergueu acabou e o conhecimento, definitivamente, não está em todas as partes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-115526778432785580?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/115526778432785580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=115526778432785580' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/115526778432785580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/115526778432785580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2006/08/autobiografia.html' title='Autobiografia'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-115515573250951734</id><published>2006-08-09T17:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T17:35:32.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4954/240/1600/060809_f_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4954/240/320/060809_f_009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Ver supõe distância, mas ver torna-se reencontro quando a imagem é um fascínio, uma paixão."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(Maurice Blanchot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-115515573250951734?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/115515573250951734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=115515573250951734' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/115515573250951734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/115515573250951734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2006/08/ver-supe-distncia-mas-ver-torna-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-115506800740647706</id><published>2006-08-08T17:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T17:13:27.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Adote um focinho gelado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4954/240/1600/Filhotes%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4954/240/320/Filhotes%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gente, esses bbzinhos estão abandonados, são lindo de viver. A mãe deles foi resgatada da rua e teve 9 filhotes em uma clínica que a acolheu no Butantã.&lt;br /&gt;Eles são fofos!&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas se perguntam: A Marina deu a cachorrinha dela e agora fica fazendo campanha. É verdade, eu dei mesmo minha cachorrinha, mas ela teve um lar e carinho enquanto pudemos ficar com ela, senão, era mais uma que estaria na rua ou morta, como aconteceu com os irmãozinhos dela.&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, esses bebês são saudáveis e precisam ser adotados. Não podem viver eternamento na clínica.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tem alguém precisando de um amigo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-115506800740647706?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/115506800740647706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=115506800740647706' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/115506800740647706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/115506800740647706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2006/08/adote-um-focinho-gelado.html' title='Adote um focinho gelado!'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-115463303544215827</id><published>2006-08-03T16:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T16:27:25.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleições</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4954/240/1600/antilula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4954/240/320/antilula.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tanto faz o que você fala,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;se tanto faz o que você faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Arnaldo Antunes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-115463303544215827?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/115463303544215827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=115463303544215827' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/115463303544215827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/115463303544215827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2006/08/eleies.html' title='Eleições'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-115150999922321933</id><published>2006-06-28T12:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:35:14.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inverno Róseo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.postales-flores.com.ar/images/argentina-flores-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.postales-flores.com.ar/images/argentina-flores-22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; Lucas, por sua causa me encorajei a voltar para o blog. Estou feliz em retomar atividades, e também um projeto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;As flores são para você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-115150999922321933?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/115150999922321933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=115150999922321933' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/115150999922321933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/115150999922321933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2006/06/inverno-rseo.html' title='Inverno Róseo'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-112265100767519996</id><published>2005-07-29T12:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T12:30:07.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O cara do balcão p1</title><content type='html'>Algumas pessoas se sentem com o direito de serem mais do que são. Eu nunca quis ser mais do que sou, no entanto, as limitações do que sou me colocam em situações que gostaria de ser mais.&lt;br /&gt;    O mundo que vivemos nos coloca em situações deliciosas... limitações do ser, exaltações de ego, comparações de etiquetas das roupas, pessoas que contam vantagens para o bem e/ou para o mal, mas que de alguma forma gostam de contar vantagens. Há ainda aquelas que por dentro se acham o fino da bosta, mas que por convicção de vida, ou por religião, ou por falta de coragem assumem o rótulo de boazinhas. Há ainda aqueles que são uns pobres coitados e assumem isso e aquele que se viram como podem, mas não deixam de ser uns pobres-coitados. Ah, tem tanto tipo de gente...tanto tipo de hipocrisia... Jesus já dizia Hipócritas! Aqueles que dão o dízimo querendo exaltar a sua riqueza, aqueles que separam o cobertor rasgado para o irmão, a roupa velha e manchada, o sapato furado....aqueles que querem ser o que não são....hipócritas.&lt;br /&gt;    É difícil viver em um mundo de hipocrisias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-112265100767519996?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.publico.clix.pt/calvin_and_hobbes/index-nojs.asp?dia=29&amp;mes=7&amp;ano=2001&amp;seguinte.x=35&amp;seguinte.y=29' title='O cara do balcão p1'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/112265100767519996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=112265100767519996' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/112265100767519996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/112265100767519996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2005/07/o-cara-do-balco-p1.html' title='O cara do balcão p1'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-111082443758369699</id><published>2005-03-14T15:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T15:20:37.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Éramos dois a rodar I</title><content type='html'>Em uma daquelas noites gélidas de inverno no sul de minas, ela, sentada à beira de uma sargeta, cercada de amigos e duas garrafas de vinho, pensava longe...longe, muito longe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há anos era a mesma coisa no inverno.Sentar-se na sarjeta e afundar os olhos no antigo paralelepído do chão. Quantas vezes naquela serjeta chorava de saudade, ria de emoção, maquia-va ás vésperas da festas.. e ao invés de voltar para casa,voltava para aquela sarjeta para continuar a festa ou a melancolia enorme que era sua hospedeira no inverno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre havia alguém a espera dela. Eles não sabiam o quanto isso a confortava, mas sempre havia algum braço, abraço pra correr e derramar a melancolia. Mas naquela noite de inverno, bem quente de vinho e amigos ao redor da fogueira, algo diferente acontecia. Ele não esperava por ela. Ele tinha outras coisas a fazer e toda a emoção que ela sentia em estar com ele tinha acabado. Era uma nova era, o começo de novos invernos, diferentes... por que sentir tanta saudade de alguém que não te quer? Ela não pensava em nada. bebia vinho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A festa se transferiu para outra casa, não mais uma sarjeta. Seus olhos rodavam, tudo rodava e cheirava vinho. Ao seu lado, um amigo de longa data. Um doce de amigo...um doce. Ele tinha todas as garotas da festa ao seu redor, ele era lindo, charmoso, tocava na banda mais famosa da cidade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela não pensou em nada. Era ele a nova era, ele era o começo de invernos quentes, regados a vinho, regados a festas e muito violão para tocar e cantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vontade de beijar você. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele não respondeu. &lt;br /&gt;Tudo continuou a rodar e a festa se acabou e ele se foi no carro de uma delas. Sabe lá pra onde. E pra ela, a sarjeta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-111082443758369699?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/111082443758369699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=111082443758369699' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/111082443758369699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/111082443758369699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2005/03/ramos-dois-rodar-i.html' title='Éramos dois a rodar I'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-111031584513862271</id><published>2005-03-08T18:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T18:04:05.143-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Brigadu</title><content type='html'>Pessoal, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gostaria de agradecer todos que foram no churras lá em casa no sábado... realmente, estava tudo de bom... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assim que possível, publico as fotos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valeu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-111031584513862271?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/111031584513862271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=111031584513862271' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/111031584513862271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/111031584513862271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2005/03/brigadu.html' title='Brigadu'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846447.post-110996175777638179</id><published>2005-03-04T15:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T15:42:37.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Loving You</title><content type='html'>All About Loving You&lt;br /&gt;JBJ, RS, Andreas Carlsson &amp; Desmond Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the pages of my life&lt;br /&gt;Faded memories of me and you&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes you know I've made a few&lt;br /&gt;I took some shots and fell from time to time&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you were there to pull me through&lt;br /&gt;We've been around the block a time or two&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna lay it on the line&lt;br /&gt;Ask me how we've come this far&lt;br /&gt;The answer's written in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you, baby, I see something new&lt;br /&gt;That takes me higher than before and makes me want you more&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna sleep tonight, dreamin's just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;When I look at what my life's been comin' to&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived, I've loved, I've lost, I've paid some dues, baby&lt;br /&gt;We've been to hell and back again&lt;br /&gt;Through it all you're always my best friend&lt;br /&gt;For all the words I didn't say and all the things I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm gonna find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you, baby, I see something new&lt;br /&gt;That takes me higher than before and makes me want you more&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna sleep tonight, dreamin's just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;When I look at what my life's been comin' to&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take this world away&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Just read the lines upon my face&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you, baby, I see something new&lt;br /&gt;That takes me higher than before and makes me want you more&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna sleep tonight, dreamin's just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;When I look at what my life's been comin' to&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuzinho, não sei porque te amo tanto, mas every time I look for you I see something new...You take me higher than before you takes me want you MOOOORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti dolu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846447-110996175777638179?l=marinanodiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/feeds/110996175777638179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5846447&amp;postID=110996175777638179' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/110996175777638179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846447/posts/default/110996175777638179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinanodiva.blogspot.com/2005/03/all-about-loving-you.html' title='All About Loving You'/><author><name>Marina Sathler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
