<?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-7409835517765833138</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:13:20.447-03:00</updated><category term='ônibus'/><category term='oficina'/><category term='marabá'/><category term='solidão'/><category term='SP'/><category term='belchior'/><category term='mário de andrade'/><category term='nuvem'/><category term='2010'/><category term='algodão'/><category term='borboleta'/><category term='saudade'/><category term='blog'/><category term='passeio'/><category term='silencio'/><category term='Liniers'/><category term='MON'/><category term='kettle'/><category term='foto'/><category term='vale do anhangabaú'/><category term='Bernie Dechant'/><category term='manhã'/><category term='cinema'/><category term='imaginário'/><category term='pb'/><category term='Lumière'/><category term='fidel'/><category term='alucinação'/><category term='céu'/><category term='?v=AICq53U3dl8'/><category term='vaga'/><category term='livros'/><category term='obamis'/><category term='são paulo'/><category term='Sergio Fingermann'/><category term='filme'/><category term='liberdade'/><category term='óculos'/><category term='Antonieta'/><title type='text'>musicienne du silence</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-8962914921921428176</id><published>2010-01-20T11:55:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:12:00.179-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antonieta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liniers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ônibus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='borboleta'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/S1cLY-0qXSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qZ3HrtNleHo/s1600-h/9038242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/S1cLY-0qXSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qZ3HrtNleHo/s200/9038242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428820399627066658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A menina está sentada no ônibus, na poltrona sozinha nº 7. Colocou a mochila nos pés, arrumou a bolsa e a sacola de livros e ligou seu mp3. Está tocando uma música que certamente se isso fosse um filme, tocaria como trilha; Ela não lembra o nome da banda, mas o homem e a mulher cantam o refrão "in my mind..."&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez a volta para casa não tardou muito, afinal de contas foi uma visita de médico, ela chegou às 21h de uma sexta e voltou às 23h59 de um domingo, mas o tempo não importa, é sempre perfeito!&lt;br /&gt;O ônibus ainda está parado e ela fica olhando para fora lembrando dos momentos... abraço aconchegante, beijo gostoso, parada numa churrascaria perto de onde ela praticamente furou o sinal uma vez em plena Bandeirantes (hihihi), ida frustrada à São Bernardo do Campo, comida japonesa e depois comida chinesa... passeio por algumas (3) livrarias, achados bem interessantes, ingressos esgotados do cinema.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é isso, a menina gosta de sentar no ônibus e relembrar todos os momentos com alguém especial...&lt;br /&gt;Muito bem, o ônibus partiu e agora ela se prepara para dormir ouvindo uma música calma aos ouvidos e ao coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-8962914921921428176?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8962914921921428176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=8962914921921428176' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/8962914921921428176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/8962914921921428176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/S1cLY-0qXSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qZ3HrtNleHo/s72-c/9038242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-1921891036629397221</id><published>2010-01-19T23:37:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:44:06.641-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cumpleaños</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/S1ZeuHggtMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IpoJcx1yiu0/s1600-h/feliz-cumpleanos.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/S1ZeuHggtMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IpoJcx1yiu0/s200/feliz-cumpleanos.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428630547224114370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gostei de tudo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Muchas gracias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te amo _&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-1921891036629397221?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1921891036629397221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=1921891036629397221' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/1921891036629397221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/1921891036629397221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2010/01/cumpleanos.html' title='Cumpleaños'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/S1ZeuHggtMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IpoJcx1yiu0/s72-c/feliz-cumpleanos.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-5389894726741847789</id><published>2010-01-10T23:54:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:03:04.329-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/S0qFEd9KJtI/AAAAAAAAAJk/uGYdFzA08mc/s1600-h/tumblr_ks58y6fWTi1qzr04eo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/S0qFEd9KJtI/AAAAAAAAAJk/uGYdFzA08mc/s200/tumblr_ks58y6fWTi1qzr04eo1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425295012928300754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1º - Feliz 2010! Tudo bem, começamos a segunda semana, mas nunca custa desejar coisas boas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2º - Depois de ter passado o final de semana na praia, a saudade ficou ainda maior (engraçado, não importa se faz um dia ou 10 que ficamos longe, a saudade sempre aparece)... Ander, a foto é para você! Já mandei por e-mail, só que fiquei com vontade de postar aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa noite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-5389894726741847789?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5389894726741847789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=5389894726741847789' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/5389894726741847789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/5389894726741847789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/S0qFEd9KJtI/AAAAAAAAAJk/uGYdFzA08mc/s72-c/tumblr_ks58y6fWTi1qzr04eo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-4482333334622146974</id><published>2009-11-20T22:47:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:56:22.062-02:00</updated><title type='text'>e tudo começou assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Swc4_aIkCCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ssTvCnPRSuQ/s1600/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406352539679721506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Swc4_aIkCCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ssTvCnPRSuQ/s320/26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..."Ju e o seu blog?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Ih nunca mais mexi..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Passa depois o blog dela, deve ser legal ler..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Passo sim, tem os experimentos da Nati... Porque o pai dela diz que é a mulher que escolhe, ela acha que é homem..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Claro que é a mulher, você que me escolheu!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Eu?! Claro que não..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"É sim, eu sempre te via na faculdade e você nem aí..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHH... Que fofo!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enfim, depois disso e mais um pouco, resolvi postar aqui hoje...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Novidades:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Levei um pé na bunda do antigo trabalho e estou em um novo! Agora como roteirista! Uhum! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prometo escrever coisas mais interessantes para quem possa ler... Vou capotar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho oficina de texto com o Tezza amanhã...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ah sim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Essa foto... era para a mostra caixola, mas não consegui fazer a tempo o vídeo... para conferir as outras &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/musicienne"&gt;flickrme&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-4482333334622146974?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4482333334622146974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=4482333334622146974' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/4482333334622146974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/4482333334622146974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-tudo-comecou-assim.html' title='e tudo começou assim...'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Swc4_aIkCCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ssTvCnPRSuQ/s72-c/26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-1627472479154238976</id><published>2009-10-09T01:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T01:58:13.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'>long long day...</title><content type='html'>Hoje acordei muito super cedo.&lt;br /&gt;Saí correndo para o trabalho, porque não posso chegar atrasada!&lt;br /&gt;No almoço, aquela demora da fila... e a comida nem estava grande coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Depois do trabalho resolvi ir ao salão domar a juba. Depois fui à oficina de blog, está muito legal!&lt;br /&gt;E agora estou me preparando para dormir e amanhã começar tudo de novo!&lt;br /&gt;Ânimo! Amanhã já é sexta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-1627472479154238976?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1627472479154238976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=1627472479154238976' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/1627472479154238976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/1627472479154238976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-long-day.html' title='long long day...'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-4489191330058928203</id><published>2009-10-07T23:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:25:40.461-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oficina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kettle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vaga'/><title type='text'>Oficina de Blog!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Ss1M7KU8UEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/blcud39fIFc/s1600-h/0eUxA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390048908300537922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Ss1M7KU8UEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/blcud39fIFc/s320/0eUxA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ai ai... hoje comecei uma oficina de blog, vamos ver se consigo dar uma mega turbinada nele aqui! Ou melhor, pretendo lançar um novo muito em breve =]&lt;br /&gt;Essa foto, foi mostrada na Oficina, achei o máximo! Parece que é uma manifestação sobre a queda do preço de leite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nati e Moni, foi ótimo ir no The Kettle com vocês!&lt;br /&gt;Nati, foi ótima a Oficina, né!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-4489191330058928203?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4489191330058928203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=4489191330058928203' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/4489191330058928203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/4489191330058928203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/10/oficina-de-blog.html' title='Oficina de Blog!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Ss1M7KU8UEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/blcud39fIFc/s72-c/0eUxA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-9013299028537002416</id><published>2009-09-30T21:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:27:00.738-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mário de andrade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manhã'/><title type='text'>caramba...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SsPyy5zptlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MFgVT2tQW2k/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387416535590090322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SsPyy5zptlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MFgVT2tQW2k/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;foto: aeroporto internacional de Curitiba/Juliana C. Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mil anos sem postar aqui... Com as aulas de volta fica complicado dar conta de tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enquanto espero o Ander entrar no Skype, resolvi postar aqui, só para o blog não ficar jogado às moscas cibernéticas (dã).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estou adorando a Oficina de Texto com o Tezza, por enquanto estou indo super bem, vamos ver como fui na última aula...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As discussões na aula do Borges sobre a Gramática Tradicional estão me despertando uma vontade de aprofundar o conhecimento e junto disso uma vontade de viajar para poder estudar mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Literatura Brasileira?! Ando mergulhada na Paulicéia Desvairada, com direito a um poema que o Ander adora chamado Manhã, o postarei no final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No trabalho... tudo do mesmo jeito, só meus olhos que estão me matando! Enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uma novidade! Não rolou o curso de fotodocumentário que eu queria muito fazer, mas semana que vem farei uma oficina sobre blog, ahãm... Espero que com isso eu possa tornar esse blog ao menos interessante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aí vai o poema do Mário de Andrade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANHÃ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(18-III-1928) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O jardim estava em rosa ao pé do Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E o ventinho de mato que viera do Jaraguá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Deixando por tudo numa presença de água,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Banzava gozado na manhã praceana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tudo limpo que nem toada de flauta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A gente si quisesse beijava o chão sem formiga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A boca roçava mesmo na paisagem de cristal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Um silêncio nortista, muito claro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;As sombras se agarravam no folhedo das árvores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Talqualmente preguiças pesadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O Sol sentava nos bancos tomando banho-de-luz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tinha um sossego tão antigo no jardim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Uma fresca tão de mão lavada com limão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Era tão marupiara e descansante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que desejei... Mulher não desejei não, desejei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Si eu tivesse a meu lado ali passeando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Suponhamos Lenine, Carlos Prestes, Gandhi, um desses!... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Na doçura da manhã quási acabada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu lhes falava cordialmente: - Se abanquem um bocadinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E havia de contar pra eles os nomes dos nossos peixes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ou descrevia Ouro Preto, a entrada de Vitória, Marajó,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Coisa assim, que pusesse um disfarce de festa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No pensamento dessas tempestades de homens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(ANDRADE, Mário de. &lt;strong&gt;De Paulicéia Desvairada a Café&lt;/strong&gt; (Poesias Completas). São Paulo: Círculo do Livro)&lt;/span&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/7409835517765833138-9013299028537002416?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/9013299028537002416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=9013299028537002416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/9013299028537002416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/9013299028537002416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/09/caramba.html' title='caramba...'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SsPyy5zptlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MFgVT2tQW2k/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-7741201917664052039</id><published>2009-08-27T22:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:02:50.127-03:00</updated><title type='text'>com defeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Spc6kyLPU8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8CdjB3LHYiE/s1600-h/DSC03252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374829083908592578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Spc6kyLPU8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8CdjB3LHYiE/s320/DSC03252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;achei essa etiqueta colada no chão do iesde hoje... achei engraçado por estar lá... faz muito sentido em muita coisa =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-7741201917664052039?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7741201917664052039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=7741201917664052039' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/7741201917664052039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/7741201917664052039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/com-defeito.html' title='com defeito'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Spc6kyLPU8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8CdjB3LHYiE/s72-c/DSC03252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-7630342527857518983</id><published>2009-08-23T11:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:32:15.464-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fidel'/><title type='text'>La faute à Fidel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SpFPpI502CI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7IVDn98JXFc/s1600-h/18680393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373163398612965410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SpFPpI502CI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7IVDn98JXFc/s320/18680393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depois de alguns posts inúteis para os outros, inúteis porque eram apenas desabafos meus, aí vai uma dica de um filme ótimo que assisti ontem: "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;La faute à Fidel!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para quem assistiu a produção nacional: "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;O ano em que meus pais saíram de férias&lt;/span&gt;", o "La faute à Fidel" segue a mesma linha, de mostrar um acontecimento político através dos olhos de uma criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O filme conta a história de Anna, uma menina de 9 anos que tem sua vida mudada quando sua tia Marga aparece em sua casa fugida da Espanha franquista. Com isso seus pais demonstram uma tendência comunista e... bom, não sou boa para contar filmes sem estragar o final, então aí está a dica! Vale muito a pena assistir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O filme é da diretora Julie Gravas, feito em 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-7630342527857518983?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7630342527857518983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=7630342527857518983' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/7630342527857518983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/7630342527857518983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-faute-fidel.html' title='La faute à Fidel!'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SpFPpI502CI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7IVDn98JXFc/s72-c/18680393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-3055231039976694776</id><published>2009-08-20T22:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:28:46.628-03:00</updated><title type='text'>no title</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/So32znRE7rI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5VoCXh_r4hE/s1600-h/DSC02608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372221297097240242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/So32znRE7rI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5VoCXh_r4hE/s320/DSC02608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje conversei um monte com o Ander... adoro quando isso acontece!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudades dessa terrinha e de quem está por lá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-3055231039976694776?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3055231039976694776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=3055231039976694776' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/3055231039976694776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/3055231039976694776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-title.html' title='no title'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/So32znRE7rI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5VoCXh_r4hE/s72-c/DSC02608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-3101124257182649746</id><published>2009-08-19T23:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:10:39.141-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obamis'/><title type='text'>Obamis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SoyuvpNmuuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1MqeV1Ww0-w/s1600-h/obamis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371860589086161634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SoyuvpNmuuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1MqeV1Ww0-w/s320/obamis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tudo começou na Galeria do Rock em São Paulo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu e o Ander estávamos passeando por lá quando nos deparamos com uma das várias lojas de camisetas lá... quem estava na vitrine? O próprio Obamis, hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;entramos nas lojas procurando loucamente uma camiseta dessa preta, não podia ser de outra cor... acho que fomos em todas e nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voltando ao mundo real chamado Curitiba, (espero um dia viver só no universo paralelo chamado São Paulo, enquanto isso fico sonhando...) estou no ônibus e vejo estampado num tapume o Obamis! Ok, pode parecer ridículo, mas achei o máximo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde então eu procurava um mais simpático para poder fotografar e enviar para o Ander, eis que segunda na minha caminhada vespertina encontro esses dois e click!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tá feita a foto! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-3101124257182649746?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3101124257182649746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=3101124257182649746' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/3101124257182649746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/3101124257182649746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/obamis.html' title='Obamis'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SoyuvpNmuuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1MqeV1Ww0-w/s72-c/obamis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-2026949631989492572</id><published>2009-08-17T22:00:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:04:04.494-03:00</updated><title type='text'>esqueci</title><content type='html'>Sábado enquanto esperava a Regi no MON, passou um grupo de velhinhos munidos de máquinas fotográficas super poderosas!&lt;br /&gt;Achei lindo e pensei: "Olha só eu no futuro!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a cabeça explodindo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-2026949631989492572?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2026949631989492572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=2026949631989492572' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/2026949631989492572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/2026949631989492572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/esqueci.html' title='esqueci'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-6786708514161277513</id><published>2009-08-16T22:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:44:07.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Filme do final de semana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Soi1QcY3qMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CYC5M7H3rJ4/s1600-h/amelie-poulain_nuages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370741849742354626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Soi1QcY3qMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CYC5M7H3rJ4/s320/amelie-poulain_nuages.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que coisa engraçada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ontem assisti o filme com a Regi aqui em casa e hoje à noite ligo a tv e o que está passando?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bom, hoje é só isso, preciso me preparar para a semana que começa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quinta curso de fotografia! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-6786708514161277513?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6786708514161277513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=6786708514161277513' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/6786708514161277513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/6786708514161277513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/filme-do-final-de-semana.html' title='Filme do final de semana!'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Soi1QcY3qMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CYC5M7H3rJ4/s72-c/amelie-poulain_nuages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-4641759883698088606</id><published>2009-08-15T23:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:48:17.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'>final de temporada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Soduoj6ZRBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/yJyOSO0m_1A/s1600-h/DSC03208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370382723776594962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Soduoj6ZRBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/yJyOSO0m_1A/s320/DSC03208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;explico: final de temporada porque passou o tempo de instrospecção... espero não voltar tão cedo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;recapitulando o dia de hoje:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1º - abro os olhos, ligo a tv e o que está passando? "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Goonies&lt;/span&gt;"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2º - dei parabéns pro meu pai, aniversário de verdade hoje! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parabéns Paulão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3º - coloco água para fazer aquele miojo e o quê?! Não tem mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4º - no banho, cabelo cheio de shampoo, só faltava essa! Caiu a luz e o resultado foi literalmente um banho de &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;água fria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5º - 14h30 no MON, de novo sim! Dessa vez com a Regi... chego lá, ligo para ela: "Estou saindo de casa agora Ju! Desculpa!" Tudo bem, com o dia lindo que fez hoje nada vai estragar... Fui até o café do MON e credo, me senti uma tiazona solteira, hahahaha... saquei o livro "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sobre fotografia&lt;/span&gt;" da Susan Sontag, fiquei lendo enquanto esperava, tomando café e comendo pão de queijo... Olho no relógio, putz 15h37 já e nada da Regi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6º - paguei a conta, procurei um lugar para sentar e dessa vez saquei a câmera... brinquei um pouco, bem pouco com ela, quando resolvo levantar eis que chega Regi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7º - fomos direto na sala da exposição dos irmãos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lumière&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, eu já disse que está muito boa! Depois, vimos a do "Elogio ao Silêncio" do &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sérgio Fingermann&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, já disse também que é bem legal... levei a Regi para ver a de fotos do &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bernie Dechant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8º - peguei bolinho de vento e bolacha no carro e ficamos sentadas na grama jogando conversa fora... papo vai, papo vem: "Ju, fiquei curiosa para assistir aquele filme que você falou, do doce..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9º - chegamos em casa, liguei para o&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (que saudade dele!!!!!!) e assistimos "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Le fabuleux destin d`Amélie Poulain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10º - vou dormir daqui a pouco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para o dia ficar redondinho só faltava o Ander aqui... enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vamos ver o que o domingão reserva...&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/7409835517765833138-4641759883698088606?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4641759883698088606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=4641759883698088606' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/4641759883698088606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/4641759883698088606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/final-de-temporada.html' title='final de temporada'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Soduoj6ZRBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/yJyOSO0m_1A/s72-c/DSC03208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-4229886023646680836</id><published>2009-08-14T21:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:29:29.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sem fronteira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SoYBSX2kPEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/x6Z81-hIc20/s1600-h/DSC03186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369981020838050882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SoYBSX2kPEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/x6Z81-hIc20/s320/DSC03186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;depois de tempos namorando esse céu azul da hora do almoço... eis a foto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-4229886023646680836?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4229886023646680836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=4229886023646680836' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/4229886023646680836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/4229886023646680836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/sem-fronteira.html' title='sem fronteira'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SoYBSX2kPEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/x6Z81-hIc20/s72-c/DSC03186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-2294106142382785344</id><published>2009-08-09T22:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:14:20.637-03:00</updated><title type='text'>introspeção (dAO)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Sn-AjfcNi0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/tnvyElKokzc/s1600-h/color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368150628072524610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Sn-AjfcNi0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/tnvyElKokzc/s320/color.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nome feminino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. exame subjetivo dos fa(c)tos psíquicos; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;análise interior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. observação da consciência por si própria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;método de investigação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; defendido pela escola espiritualista; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PSICOLOGIA introspecção provocada/experimental método de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;investigação psicológica que consiste em fazer descrever pelo paciente o que se passa na sua consciência&lt;/span&gt;, no decorrer de uma experiência em que o mesmo paciente foi sujeito a certos estímulos ou convidado a executar certas tarefas (método dito de Wurzburgo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Do lat. &lt;em&gt;introspectióne-&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;introspe(c)ção&gt;, pelo ing. &lt;em&gt;introspection&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;id.&gt;, pelo fr. &lt;em&gt;introspection&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;id.&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ACORDO ORTOGRÁFICO grafia dupla: &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;introspecção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;(Dicionário da Língua Portuguesa, ed. Porto)&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/7409835517765833138-2294106142382785344?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2294106142382785344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=2294106142382785344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/2294106142382785344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/2294106142382785344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/introspecao-dao.html' title='introspeção (dAO)'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Sn-AjfcNi0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/tnvyElKokzc/s72-c/color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-4443298570539402943</id><published>2009-08-09T19:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:30:36.049-03:00</updated><title type='text'>deixa eu brincar de ser feliz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Sn9LAeEQASI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QRQW4jtbk9M/s1600-h/DSC03149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Sn9LAeEQASI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QRQW4jtbk9M/s320/DSC03149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368091752291893538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, a foto não tem nada a ver com o que vou escrever, simplesmente gostei dela!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de muito tempo, não lembro nem quanto, passei um final de semana em família, pois é... isso ainda é possível, por mais que me irrite às vezes quase sempre, por vários motivos que não cabem aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almoçamos juntos, tomamos sorvete no Gaúcho juntos (hummm aquele colegial é ótimo!), e hoje almoçamos juntos novamente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, nem tenho certeza se queria escrever isso mesmo, mas o fato é que desde quinta estou ensaiando para postar aqui e a preguiça me domina! Ah, também... ler 7h12 por dia ninguém merece! E ainda por cima querer chegar em casa e ler mais um pouco... minha cabeça merece descanso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que desde quinta eu quero escrever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheguei no centro e saquei a câmera! Fui disparando até encontrar com a minha mãe, e ok, pode ser que a maioria das fotos não tenham ficado boas, mas eu amei sair fotografando por aí... cada vez mais tenho certeza que quero isso para sempre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que mais eu queria escrever... ah sim! Depois de séculos e séculos terminei de ler o livro que a Nati me emprestou: "O apanhador no campo de centeio" de J. D. Salinger, é ótimo! E não sei explicar se é ótimo porque é realmente ou se é porque ele coloca situações que parecem que foram feitas para mim (pouco egoísta, né). Aliás a Nati indica livros muito auspiciosos, como a própria diz, ela emprestou esses tempos também o "Zonas úmidas", não lembro o nome da escritora, é um livro um pouco estranho, mas bom, não ótimo, eu gostei porque fala de várias coisas que a maioria das pessoas têm medo, pudor, sei lá de falar, e ali a personagem não está nem aí... é bom para nos soltarmos um pouco...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que por hoje é isso... pensamentos soltos novamente... estou ouvindo Los Hermanos e não estou conseguindo pensar no que mais escrever, estou afim de só ouvir música...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-4443298570539402943?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4443298570539402943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=4443298570539402943' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/4443298570539402943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/4443298570539402943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/deixa-eu-brincar-de-ser-feliz.html' title='deixa eu brincar de ser feliz...'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Sn9LAeEQASI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QRQW4jtbk9M/s72-c/DSC03149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-1832211097892663225</id><published>2009-08-04T21:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:25:32.429-03:00</updated><title type='text'>esperando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SnjNS5YPrmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Bxh0pGRAow4/s1600-h/1170041975_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366264680535797346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SnjNS5YPrmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Bxh0pGRAow4/s320/1170041975_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (tirinha retirada de algum lugar da internet, pode ser encontrada também no site do Liniers: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.porliniers.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.porliniers.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não sei o que postar hoje, mas estou com vontade de escrever! Logo, me aguentem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nesses últimos dias minha cabeça anda um turbilhão! O motivo deve ser cansaço da monotonia da minha vida. Ok, admito que ela saiu da rotina em julho, e foi perfeito! Duas idas para São Paulo ver o Ander, o curso de fotografia... Quem dera eu ter dinheiro para ir a cada quinze dias para lá sempre e sempre fazer curso de fotografia! Estou me lamentando, mas dia 20 começo outro curso, hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Voltando para as minhas viagens mentais:&lt;br /&gt;Queria tanto que fosse só piscar os olhos e ao abrirmos estivéssemos no lugar que quiséssemos... Bom, ainda não inventaram essa maquininha e para que isso aconteça logo, domingo comecei a tomar algumas providências e hoje dei o primeiro passo!&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que assim como a minha amiga Nati tem os experimentos científicos dela, eu tenho os meus, não sobre o mesmo assunto, mas posso me considerar meio cientista também!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fui tentar um mundo novo, tudo pareceu tão fácil, que ou eu me ferrei ou eu detonei! Hahahaha... O que é bom demais, sempre desconfio... Espero em breve ter algum resultado disso tudo!&lt;br /&gt;Acho que finalmente (mudando um pouco de assunto, mas não completamente) coloquei a cabeça no lugar e vou me esforçar para fazer as coisas andarem... Fiquei tanto tempo vegetando na faculdade, no bom sentido, mas me prejudiquei... E agora caiu a ficha de quanto isso empacou a minha vida, já disse e acho que até escrevi, mas o curso de fotografia foi ainda mais importante porque foi uma maneira de eu me achar, e isso, podem ter certeza, mudou muita coisa aqui dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Meus planos não serão revelados aqui, mas assim como a Nati, em seu blog, disse que iria avisar sobre os seus experimentos, tentarei divulgar os meus aos poucos por aqui e se tudo der certo, com notícias muito otimistas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para encerrar... parte 1:&lt;br /&gt;Espero daqui algum tempo postar no blog de outro lugar do planeta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para encerrar... parte 2 (final):&lt;br /&gt;O que essa tirinha do Liniers tem a ver com o post de hoje?! Quem não conhece, que vá atrás, elas são ótimas e independente do humor e da situação, elas sempre caem como uma luva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Estou com muita saudade!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-1832211097892663225?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1832211097892663225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=1832211097892663225' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/1832211097892663225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/1832211097892663225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/esperando.html' title='esperando...'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SnjNS5YPrmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Bxh0pGRAow4/s72-c/1170041975_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-6584169394281402329</id><published>2009-08-02T20:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:39:18.039-03:00</updated><title type='text'>passeio de domingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SnYjcXQN4WI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JSDdlrpf0xU/s1600-h/DSC01773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365514976243868002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SnYjcXQN4WI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JSDdlrpf0xU/s320/DSC01773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passar o dia na casa da vó, ouvir histórias da época que ela e a minha tia avó eram adolescentes e comer coisas gostosas...&lt;br /&gt;Não tem preço!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-6584169394281402329?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6584169394281402329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=6584169394281402329' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/6584169394281402329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/6584169394281402329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/passeio-de-domingo.html' title='passeio de domingo'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SnYjcXQN4WI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JSDdlrpf0xU/s72-c/DSC01773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-129707467786487024</id><published>2009-08-01T19:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:27:08.398-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MON'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sergio Fingermann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bernie Dechant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lumière'/><title type='text'>sábado no museu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SnTIPEofQjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IZt8jGtaaOg/s1600-h/DSC02986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365133217372258866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SnTIPEofQjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IZt8jGtaaOg/s320/DSC02986.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixando a preguiça de lado, convenci meu irmão de ir comigo ao MON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fui sabendo só da exposição de uma coleção do Portinari, que coisa, né... Óbvio que ele é ótimo, mas fiquei mais feliz ainda com as exposições que lá encontrei =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao irmos para o primeiro andar dei de cara com uma exposição dos irmãos Lumière! Sim senhoras e senhores! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"As duas invenções revolucionárias dos irmãos Lumière, o &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;autocromo&lt;/span&gt; (a fotografia colorida) e o &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cinematógrafo&lt;/span&gt; (filme)..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estava ótima! Com projeções de filmes e vários retratos em autocromo, a imagem acima é uma apanhado deles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saímos da sala dos Lumière, entramos na sala sobre os artistas contratados pela Renault, tinham algumas obras muito legais também, mas não podem ser comparadas às fotos dos Lumière.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de passearmos um pouco, caímos na sala do Portinari, e logo numa exposição muito boa! Sergio Fingermann - elogio ao silênci0 - e outras fábulas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; é limite, é fronteira do &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;silêncio&lt;/span&gt;, limite do &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;caos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silêncio é privação?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A palavra, o &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;som&lt;/span&gt;, as cores e formas dão &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;limites&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ao silêncio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que não foi dito pode ser &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;esquecido&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Sergio Fingermann)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saí toda feliz da exposição dele, mas com a pressa do meu irmão, ok, vamos passar lá por baixo, saímos no olho e vamos embora! Passamos batido pelo espaço com as coisas do Niemeyer, e aí dou de cara com fotos maravilhosas do Bernie Dechant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ele está na exposição: Brasil, além Brasil. Como já escrevi são fotos maravilhosas, mas tem outras fotos, de outros lugares do mundo também. Não resisti e comprei o catálogo dele, é lindo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se alguém for ao MON, não deixem de passar por lá, que vale muito à pena!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Além das exposições citadas, passei por outras também, a única que não vi direito foi a chamada Quilombolas, porque meu irmão estava com pressa, e realmente é impossível ir ao museu com pressa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A dica é ir ao MON amanhã, pois todo primeiro domingo do mês é de graça!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por hoje chega =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-129707467786487024?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/129707467786487024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=129707467786487024' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/129707467786487024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/129707467786487024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/sabado-no-museu.html' title='sábado no museu'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SnTIPEofQjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IZt8jGtaaOg/s72-c/DSC02986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-7484442198862504598</id><published>2009-08-01T14:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:39:10.962-03:00</updated><title type='text'>chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SnR87DhOWXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PjH2gYts6eM/s1600-h/DSC02675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365050410103888242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SnR87DhOWXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PjH2gYts6eM/s320/DSC02675.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje pelo que parece a chuva deu uma trégua, mas eu não!&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui matutando sobre onde posso ir... MON?! Pensei nisso, mas e a preguiça?! Paço Municipal?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só sei que quero dar uma volta e pronto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-7484442198862504598?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7484442198862504598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=7484442198862504598' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/7484442198862504598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/7484442198862504598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/chuva.html' title='chuva'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SnR87DhOWXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PjH2gYts6eM/s72-c/DSC02675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-4506818619392768610</id><published>2009-07-30T00:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:24:10.134-03:00</updated><title type='text'>parece que acabou, mas é só o começo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SnERp9dHubI/AAAAAAAAAFI/G8vsvNpcwRk/s1600-h/3770365908_9052d5d471_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364088043743984050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SnERp9dHubI/AAAAAAAAAFI/G8vsvNpcwRk/s320/3770365908_9052d5d471_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A partir do momento que nós conhecemos, nós só reconhecemos." (ou algo muito parecido com isso)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nicole Lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois é, o curso acabou hoje, fiquei triste e feliz ao mesmo tempo, porque será só o começo! UHA UHA UHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou com um turbilhão de coisas na cabeça, é tarde pra caramba agora e vou dormir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quem quiser conferir as fotos: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/musicienne"&gt;www.flickr.com/musicienne&lt;/a&gt; álbum: fotografia diária&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-4506818619392768610?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4506818619392768610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=4506818619392768610' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/4506818619392768610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/4506818619392768610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/parece-que-acabou-mas-e-so-o-comeco.html' title='parece que acabou, mas é só o começo...'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SnERp9dHubI/AAAAAAAAAFI/G8vsvNpcwRk/s72-c/3770365908_9052d5d471_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-3717432276243100932</id><published>2009-07-27T23:27:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:46:26.796-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solidão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'>.saudade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Sm5jc2V4epI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0WBx1wZzytE/s1600-h/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363333553519622802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Sm5jc2V4epI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0WBx1wZzytE/s320/saudade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saudade: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;nome feminino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sentimento melancólico causado pela ausência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ou pelo desaparecimento de pessoas ou coisas a que se estava &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;afetivamente muito ligado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, pelo afastamento de um lugar ou de uma época, ou pela &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;privação de experiências agradáveis vividas anteriormente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. [plural] cumprimentos a uma pessoa ausente; lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. [plural] BOTÂNICA nome de várias plantas da família das Dipsacáceas e das compostas, e das flores respe(c)tivas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morrer de saudades sentir muito a falta (de)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Do lat. &lt;em&gt;solitáte&lt;/em&gt;, solidão&lt;solidão&gt;&lt;solidão&gt;&lt;solidão&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Definição de saudade no Dicionário da Língua Portuguesa, ed. Porto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;te amo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-3717432276243100932?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3717432276243100932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=3717432276243100932' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/3717432276243100932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/3717432276243100932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/saudade.html' title='.saudade.'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Sm5jc2V4epI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0WBx1wZzytE/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-1045573992216954707</id><published>2009-07-22T23:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:26:35.962-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='óculos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pb'/><title type='text'>autorretrato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SmfJAmrfouI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VUX_bRFNKAM/s1600-h/olhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361082047284785394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SmZjt8AiMPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_gDldRxCEVY/s320/DSC01160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; miau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-6227257174993057630?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6227257174993057630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=6227257174993057630' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/6227257174993057630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/6227257174993057630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/miau.html' title=''/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SmZjt8AiMPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_gDldRxCEVY/s72-c/DSC01160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-3480733492011555620</id><published>2009-07-20T23:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:43:24.609-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SmUrFIgvuAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9DE7tL6wKOg/s1600-h/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360738298638612482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SmUrFIgvuAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9DE7tL6wKOg/s320/DSC00697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Procurando um lugar para pousar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-3480733492011555620?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3480733492011555620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=3480733492011555620' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/3480733492011555620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/3480733492011555620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SmUrFIgvuAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9DE7tL6wKOg/s72-c/DSC00697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-7316357522387033779</id><published>2009-07-17T23:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:34:30.711-03:00</updated><title type='text'>foto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SmE0hm5LM4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/4xA7kaSKHqQ/s1600-h/DSC02566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359622783528285058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SmE0hm5LM4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/4xA7kaSKHqQ/s320/DSC02566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SmEzz_nmy7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/IZ-5P733cn4/s1600-h/DSC02566.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...metria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;serve para isso e mais um zilhão de coisas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bem bacana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pelo menos para quem sabe usar a câmera direito e/ou tem uma que sabe fazer quase tudo sozinha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu ainda chego lá... como disse o meu colega: "Temos até o dia 31 de julho para aprendermos tudo isso"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-7316357522387033779?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7316357522387033779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=7316357522387033779' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/7316357522387033779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/7316357522387033779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/foto.html' title='foto...'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SmE0hm5LM4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/4xA7kaSKHqQ/s72-c/DSC02566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-1620579093510993191</id><published>2009-07-16T23:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:36:55.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'>... enquanto isso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Sl_hDyCtDpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zQce_d3_3tg/s1600-h/DSC02639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359249536683150994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Sl_hDyCtDpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zQce_d3_3tg/s320/DSC02639.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... espero o cobertor aquecer minha cama...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, sei que já postei hoje... mas realmente estou nostálgica!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fui passar fotos da câmera para o pc, organizá-las nas pastinhas diárias (sim, dia 31 será a apresentação das minhas fotos diárias no curso, sim [2], estou morrendo de vergonha, porque até agora, das 14 fotos tiradas, no máximo 5 eu gostei...), li o blog da Nati, e resolvi postar novamente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sobre a foto:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não será esta que entrará no meu flickr nas fotografias diárias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;estava no hotel em Guarulhos, lá pelas 2h da manhã... porque o céu de Curitiba é imprevisível, assim como tudo nessa cidade (talvez nem tão imprevisível assim), não conseguimos pousar e tivemos de retornar... se eu pudesse ter ficado com o Ander, teria sido bem melhor... mas, nem tudo é perfeito, não ouvi ele pedir pra eu ficar mais um dia e acabei ficando sem querer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bom, vai começar um filme na HBO, Death Defying Acts, vamos ver se é bom... pelo nome deve ser suspense, mas ultimamente suspense bom que eu vi foi um só: O Orfanato!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vou deitar, a cama já está quentinha =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-1620579093510993191?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1620579093510993191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=1620579093510993191' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/1620579093510993191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/1620579093510993191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/enquanto-isso.html' title='... enquanto isso...'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Sl_hDyCtDpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zQce_d3_3tg/s72-c/DSC02639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-336930712439919177</id><published>2009-07-16T22:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:51:13.207-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Sl_YiP9LBBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8guS1jJhk_w/s1600-h/DCAM0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359240164504437778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Sl_YiP9LBBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8guS1jJhk_w/s320/DCAM0045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... nem sei por onde começar... tantas coisas passando pela cabeça...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trabalho, curso, casa, trabalho, curso, casa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;parte 1 - trabalho:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preciso urgentemente procurar outra função, outro lugar, mas para isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;parte 2 - curso:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preciso terminar os dois cursos... letras e fotografia... por mais que os tempos sejam diferentes, engraçado como terminei alguns cursos e um deles está empacado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;parte 3 - casa: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preciso dar um rumo, sair, explorar coisas novas... vou sentir muita saudade de casa, mas quero buscar coisas novas para minha vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que a foto te a ver com tudo isso?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;estava mexendo na filmadora hoje, dando uma olhada no que tinha nela ainda... dei de cara com fotos de continuidade e making off do curta (ou média, até hoje não sei) Coração Solitário... filmamos ano passado com a Regina Vogue! Ela é ótima em todos os sentidos! E como ando cheia de confusões na cabeça, resolvi colocá-la aqui, porque isso é uma das coisas que eu tenho certeza que quero fazer! Um dia quem sabe, consigo ganhar a vida fazendo o que amo, sem ninguém pegando no pé e dizendo que isso não dá futuro, que não passa de uma brincadeira... mas e se, a vida realmente for uma grande brincadeira!? Não é ótimo aproveitá-la brincando com o que gostamos?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ai chega... esse post está um saco, e ainda bem... esse blog não tem quase nada de leitores, hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;obs.: obrigada aos poucos leitores pela paciência =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-336930712439919177?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/336930712439919177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=336930712439919177' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/336930712439919177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/336930712439919177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Sl_YiP9LBBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8guS1jJhk_w/s72-c/DCAM0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-6183261967734994668</id><published>2009-07-14T21:22:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:33:57.748-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='são paulo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberdade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Sl0j34LwL4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZEh0TxXnGtk/s1600-h/DSC02613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358478574522216322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Sl0j34LwL4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZEh0TxXnGtk/s320/DSC02613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São Paulo... Liberdade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIBERDADE!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem comentários... quem sabe um dia a vontade de escrever milhares de letrinhas volte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com muita preguiça de escrever, só com vontade de (re)lembrar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-6183261967734994668?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6183261967734994668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=6183261967734994668' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-6356282209275901096</id><published>2009-07-08T22:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:58:56.477-03:00</updated><title type='text'>isso é tosco</title><content type='html'>mas... procurando um foco nas coisas...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlVOy9CfRHI/AAAAAAAAADg/-tVgKZQD1xw/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356273969112499314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlVOy9CfRHI/AAAAAAAAADg/-tVgKZQD1xw/s320/DSC00619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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tosco'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlVOy9CfRHI/AAAAAAAAADg/-tVgKZQD1xw/s72-c/DSC00619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-6408410784457017796</id><published>2009-07-07T23:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:05:47.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlP-6Mc7iyI/AAAAAAAAADY/IJkVBKNQ254/s1600-h/DSC02549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355904657602087714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlP-6Mc7iyI/AAAAAAAAADY/IJkVBKNQ254/s320/DSC02549.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;brincando com sombras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-6408410784457017796?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6408410784457017796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=6408410784457017796' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/6408410784457017796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/6408410784457017796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/brincando-com-sombras.html' title=''/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlP-6Mc7iyI/AAAAAAAAADY/IJkVBKNQ254/s72-c/DSC02549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-8226141760834751344</id><published>2009-07-06T23:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:03:57.278-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlKsRWO9M7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/1ZKrGGH-a40/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355532320923005874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlKsRWO9M7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/1ZKrGGH-a40/s320/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais uma do Bresson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resumindo o dia de hoje:&lt;br /&gt;a realidade não é o que existe, e sim tudo o que penso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-8226141760834751344?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8226141760834751344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=8226141760834751344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/8226141760834751344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/8226141760834751344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/mais-uma-do-bresson.html' title=''/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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fotografia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muito do que foi visto, eu já suspeitava, mas é ótimo conhecer fatos novos, porque mesmo que nós já tenhamos lido ou ouvido alguma coisa, quando ela é repetida a tomamos com outra intensidade, os fatos podem não mudar, mas nossa percepção está em constante mutação...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;domingo chuvoso, frio, e eu embaixo das cobertas pensando na vida... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chega de escrever... vou brincar um pouco com a câmera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;foto de Henri Cartier Bresson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-307834559752167614?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/307834559752167614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-836435856201017707</id><published>2009-06-18T22:09:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:29:31.697-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marabá'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='são paulo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vale do anhangabaú'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alucinação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belchior'/><title type='text'>Alucinação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SjrpP5Y-arI/AAAAAAAAACc/zIV-F1PCKAI/s1600-h/marab%C3%A11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348843966768769714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SjrpP5Y-arI/AAAAAAAAACc/zIV-F1PCKAI/s320/marab%C3%A11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SjrpPtb4KwI/AAAAAAAAACU/cVzjspvPA-Q/s1600-h/DSC02255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348843963559717634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SjrpPtb4KwI/AAAAAAAAACU/cVzjspvPA-Q/s320/DSC02255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eu não estou interessado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Em nenhuma teoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Em nenhuma fantasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nem no algo mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nem em tinta pro meu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ou oba oba, ou melodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Para acompanhar bocejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sonhos matinais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eu não estou interessado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Em nenhuma teoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nem nessas coisas do oriente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Romances astrais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A minha alucinação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;É suportar o dia a dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E meu delírio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;É a experiência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Com coisas reais....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Um preto, um pobre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Uma estudante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Uma mulher sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Blue jeans e motocicletas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pessoas cinzas normais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Garotas dentro da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Revólver: cheira cachorro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Os humilhados do parque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Com os seus jornais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Carneiros, mesa, trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Meu corpo que cai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Do oitavo andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E a solidão das pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dessas capitais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A violência da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O movimento do tráfego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Um rapaz delicado e alegre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Que canta e requebra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;É demais!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cravos, espinhas no rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Rock, Hot Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Play it cool, Baby"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Doze Jovens Coloridos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dois Policiais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cumprindo o seu duro dever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E defendendo o seu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E nossa vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cumprindo o seu duro dever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E defendendo o seu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E nossa vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mas eu não estou interessado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Em nenhuma teoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Em nenhum fantasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nem no algo mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Longe o profeta do terror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Que a laranja mecânica anuncia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Amar e mudar as coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me interessa mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Amar e mudar as coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Amar e mudar as coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Alucinação"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Belchior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-836435856201017707?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/836435856201017707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=836435856201017707' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/836435856201017707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/836435856201017707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/06/alucinacao.html' title='Alucinação'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SjrpP5Y-arI/AAAAAAAAACc/zIV-F1PCKAI/s72-c/marab%C3%A11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-1689311262767642179</id><published>2009-06-16T20:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:22:44.954-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passeio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='são paulo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belchior'/><title type='text'>Passeio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Sjgo3m3k9_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/iNZuEelgfxc/s1600-h/vale_pb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348069493294036978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Sjgo3m3k9_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/iNZuEelgfxc/s320/vale_pb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SjgoKwkQ_eI/AAAAAAAAABs/yjAPijfCoIM/s1600-h/s%C3%A3o_paulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348068722803277282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SjgoKwkQ_eI/AAAAAAAAABs/yjAPijfCoIM/s320/s%C3%A3o_paulo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Vamos andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;pelas ruas de São Paulo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;meu amor, vamos andar e passear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Vamos sair pela rua da Consolação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;dormir no parque, em plena quarta-feira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;e sonhar com o domingo em nosso coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Meu amor, meu amor, meu amor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;a eletricidade desta cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;me dá vontade de gritar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;que apaixonado eu sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nesse cinemto, meu pensamento e meu sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;só têm o momento de fugir no disco voador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Meu amor, meu amor, meu amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-1689311262767642179?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1689311262767642179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=1689311262767642179' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/1689311262767642179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/1689311262767642179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/06/passeio.html' title='Passeio'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Sjgo3m3k9_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/iNZuEelgfxc/s72-c/vale_pb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-3238639182116624926</id><published>2009-04-21T18:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:18:29.199-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Se44FU9JjtI/AAAAAAAAABk/RAT6cEKgn_M/s1600-h/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327257073401564882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Se44FU9JjtI/AAAAAAAAABk/RAT6cEKgn_M/s320/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tem mais jeito de negar não é direito o seu jeito a sua alma o que foi feito e satisfeito em qualquer meio são gigantes no meu ser deserto ser &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo que eu seja pouca ou nada agora ausente ou viajante que às vezes fica distante minha vida eu lhe garanto ter amor o suficiente prum planeta construir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tô com você, ponho minha vida toda nisso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tô com você mesmo que nos tirem pra cristo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tô com você até faltarem os sentidos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tô com você, vem que eu segura a sua barra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tô com você pra lá da loucura de Ismália&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tô com você, você é o meu maior partido &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o que são as deusas todas do Olimpo face a seu grande mistério não tem plano real nem todo o Curso da Bauhauss nem de Leminski o Catatau nem todos os pontos de Kandisnki farão espaço sideral tão belo quanto o que a menina em seus olhos me faz enxergar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tem Picasso nem Tzara Rosa Homero Leonardo ou todo um império reunido o meu mais intenso berro a minha maior torcida o grande gênio da minha vida o estardalhaço a algazarra que em minha calma vive é você &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tô com você mesmo com ou sem tostão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tô com você, nesse viver grande sertão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você e eu abriremos alamedas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tô com você até no Inferno de Dante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tô com você mesmo que neguem as cartomantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tô com você pra lá de todo e qualquer signo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tem grana que me faça sem você ser mais bacana a sua voz quando me chama não tem Bush nem Osama com poder mais soberano de o seu teto desabar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E no molhar e no secar de cada dia eu lhe juro pela palma da minha mão unida a sua minha alma é larga rua imensa avenida estrada toda nua sem pedágio pra você &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tô com você, vem que eu assusto os seus fantasmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tô com você, lhe berro toda a minha alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tô com você, meu mais grave ruído &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tô com você em busca do ainda não dito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tô com você pela passagem de todos os ritos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Possuído, até faltarem os sentidos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há o que temer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-3238639182116624926?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3238639182116624926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=3238639182116624926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-6339340211556460934</id><published>2009-03-02T22:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:16:37.054-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuvem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='céu'/><title type='text'>algodão doce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SayEv2DKaFI/AAAAAAAAABU/CQrzv3Jgeic/s1600-h/DSC01184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308764018260469842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SayEv2DKaFI/AAAAAAAAABU/CQrzv3Jgeic/s320/DSC01184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;doce é a ilusão que o céu é um mar de algodão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-6339340211556460934?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6339340211556460934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=6339340211556460934' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/6339340211556460934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/6339340211556460934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2009/03/algodao-doce.html' title='algodão doce'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SayEv2DKaFI/AAAAAAAAABU/CQrzv3Jgeic/s72-c/DSC01184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-1887775302590307006</id><published>2008-01-24T22:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:07:18.728-02:00</updated><title type='text'>tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/R5k1fBRbbxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mtHc4LdixnQ/s1600-h/PIC_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159213655163367186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/R5k1fBRbbxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mtHc4LdixnQ/s320/PIC_0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/R5kzuxRbbwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mme-2e7_G_c/s1600-h/IMAG0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;passa tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tempo passa, não passa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PASSA TEMPO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TEMPO PASSA! NÃO PASSA?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;vai tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;voa voa longe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mas volta volta logo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ah tempo não volta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;vai tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;voa longe longe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;não volta tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;traz pr`eu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;traz minh`alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;vamos tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;vamos logo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;passa tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tempo passa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tempo absorve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;absorve minha saudade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-1887775302590307006?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1887775302590307006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=1887775302590307006' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/1887775302590307006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/1887775302590307006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2008/01/tempo.html' title='tempo...'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/R5k1fBRbbxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mtHc4LdixnQ/s72-c/PIC_0319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-4914861744638088974</id><published>2007-09-05T21:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T22:05:13.065-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginário'/><title type='text'>"Tudo o que pode parecer imaginário é de fato verdadeiro" Glauber Rocha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Rt9QsR0RDaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/te789lrOKUg/s1600-h/PIC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106889224088522146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Rt9QsR0RDaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/te789lrOKUg/s320/PIC_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é louca essa sensação de saber que podemos transformar o imaginário no verdadeiro e o verdadeiro no imaginário...&lt;br /&gt;Aventurar-se através de lentes e películas levando um mundo novo e cheio de arte para todos os lugares do imaginário...&lt;br /&gt;Sim... Cinema é a arte mais completa de todas! Só precisamos saber dosar a quantia de literatura, pintura, sons,... E temos aquilo que tínhamos apenas em nossas mentes...&lt;br /&gt;"Uma câmera na mão e uma idéia na cabeça!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-4914861744638088974?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4914861744638088974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=4914861744638088974' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/4914861744638088974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/4914861744638088974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2007/09/tudo-o-que-pode-parecer-imaginrio-de.html' title='&quot;Tudo o que pode parecer imaginário é de fato verdadeiro&quot; Glauber Rocha'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Rt9QsR0RDaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/te789lrOKUg/s72-c/PIC_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835517765833138.post-3250969761827370861</id><published>2007-08-25T00:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T00:33:46.845-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silencio'/><title type='text'>silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Rs-i-h0RDZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YhqzzIUMROw/s1600-h/PIC_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102476097947241874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Rs-i-h0RDZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YhqzzIUMROw/s320/PIC_0259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;si lên ci o!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;si lêncio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;silên cio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;si lên cio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;s i l ê n c i o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;si lê ci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;s i l ê n c i o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409835517765833138-3250969761827370861?l=musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3250969761827370861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409835517765833138&amp;postID=3250969761827370861' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/3250969761827370861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835517765833138/posts/default/3250969761827370861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musiciennedusilence.blogspot.com/2007/08/silncio.html' title='silêncio'/><author><name>juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340680314788714087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/SlEMaFu_LzI/AAAAAAAAACo/G1jllzWfU9I/S220/700388478_5a684f2c70_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkLNB_OJfag/Rs-i-h0RDZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YhqzzIUMROw/s72-c/PIC_0259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
